i divorced instead
of being
blessed
to die young
to escape
neglect
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haiku
Category Archives: poison
married prince ~ ever after
my voice is a croak
curled up
died in my throat
from
cruelty & neglect
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haiku
abominable if
i write horrible
male characters ; can’t stop in ~
cant reality
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haiku
business man
he pecks me ; a quick-
seething kiss as he heads off
to do his business
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haiku
unacceptable TRUTHES 3/13
serpents take the form
of voice of mother…father’s
‘knowledge’ repeated
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haiku
nul & void
suicide’s better
misspellings distasteful looks
than unloved letters
unopened sentiments fall
en illiterate deaf-mute.
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tanka
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5-7-5-7-7 syllables
lack of lyric
i broke the music!
this still hovers in guilty
throat; lilts of sickness
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haiku
the living end
napowrimo day 21
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tell it….don’t tell it…i can’t because
it wasn’t midnight – that’s just one minute
it wasn’t eternity – that just a concept
it wasn’t a toast of glasses
it wasn’t a fumbling of cusses
it wasn’t a teacup of grief – gulp it!
it wasn’t beyond all belief – swallow it!
tell it…. don’t tell it… i can’t because
it wasn’t a blizzard – there must be a sky
it wasn’t a prison – there must be a key
it wasn’t a limit unfurled
it wasn’t the end of the world
what was it… what was it…. don’t tell it…i can’t because…
it wasn’t revealed until it congealed
it wasn’t sealed until it was too late to see what it was
it wasn’t fate…was it
it was … it was
darknesses drunk
princely forevers
faith trapped
frozen diamond
universe stalled
tightened bonds
cut neat ever after
words spoken never
never ever tell what it was, only what
it wasn’t
it wasn’t – i promise
til death
parts – us
to the living end – with this breath
i won’t tell…..i can’t because.
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btw april 21 2021
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Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. Here’s an example I came up with after seeing this video of . . . a bucket of owls.
Bucket List
Several owls can fill a bucket.
Several buckets can fill a wheelbarrow.
Several wheelbarrows can fill a truckbed.
Several truckbeds can fill a song.
Several songs can fill a head.
Several heads can fill a bucket.
Several buckets filled with heads and owls
Sing plaintive verse all night long.
Congrats W&J
https://woodyandjohnny.wordpress.com/2021/04/05/hallucinated-ambush/
Congratulations to the partnership of Woody&Johnny for being chosen as featured poem/ poets in NaPoWriMo day 6
Day Six
I’m one half of the duo ( Woody)😊😊😊
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