Posts for June 4, 2024

Registration photo of Jess Roat for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

Rip Lost His Dog and Some 20 Years

Ma clothes had more holes than I’d never seen
and ma gun, my musket, why it was all rusted

Then I ‘membered ma dog
Ah hollered for him, “Wolf, Wolf!”
All I could hear was the wind, blowin’ through the trees
Have you seen Wolf?

He’s about yay height, skinny, black splotchy fur
No… I don’t imagine you’ve seen him
From what I could tell
a whole lotta time had passed by

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And So They Lit Her On Fire

Heartlessly foolish
I don’t really mean it
when the hatred you harbored
was kept like a secret
you lost me in the ashes
in the burn of the phoenix 
now as P!nk once sang,
“just give me a reason”.

In the darkness you whispered
in shades of red and blue
“what do you need darling?”
we did not allude.
to the temptress and her coming
her ever-longing subdued.

To the beat of your broken
and to the melody of my ache
was this fantasy a farce?
Do you mean the words you say?
So when you can’t fall asleep at night,
and wonder what’s at stake
remember the girl you saw burning
and left lying in your wake.  

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It’s not what you said 
it’s how you said it.
The tone of your voice
was harsh with raised voice
and a timbre of disrespect.
There was a disregard for the
safe guarding of human life
over cost and the preservation
of a naturalistic way a life.
More simply said, it was a verbal assault
from a gang of petty heartless tree huggers.

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shout out to the poem that will not write itself

a plentitude
of words

no feelings
to attach

this poem

as yet


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The words were written…

   In fact…

Never submitted.
Because there was a “malfunction.”

Eerily metaphorical generalization of what appears to be a consistent theme…
Appearing functional. Flowing beyond expectations maybe even.

And they all cheer!
 They show up… More than anyone has.
It is authentic… I think. 

Or… do they pity me?

The pages even do.
So, they cave to support the weakness in me,

And just when the settling into believing maybe…
Maybe… Just maybe
It’s enough… I’m enough…


Internal? External motions to blame?

When what appears acceptable, or useful,
Suddenly doesn’t service…

The equivalent is…?

Tell me.

Even the page couldn’t manage. 
Overused. Overworked. Underserved. Illmaintained.

And yet shocked by the ceaseless 

Registration photo of Violet for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

years past

My shirts are backwards and inside out 
the dresser hasn’t a single folded sock
No bottle opener in sight just a bic lighter

Summer dresses and one pair of boots
The same towels, old buttons, and shoelaces
a yellow chipped vanity from 1950

One hundred years of solitude still resting 
on my great grandmothers night stand
Framed Monet leaning on each wall 

people will know you, not this way 

Registration photo of Bing for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

4 – i just took a shower

resting with wet hair. 

the rain came down like crazy. 

just let me melt now. 

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He’s been playing this game so long petals litter the ground where we stood when I told him I wanted him, and he told me he didn’t know how to feel.  Soon, he won’t be holding
a flower, just an empty stem, a thing that used to be lovely.
I’d like to say I’ll be long gone before that,
but the truth is I’d pluck
a thousand  flowers
for him to pick apart
if it meant,
one day,
he’d love

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Anywhere But Here

Anywhere but here, I wanna be, anywhere but here, missing you like crazy and wondering why the last time was the last time.  I wanna be anywhere but here filled with regret and wondering why I didn’t let that last argument go.  Anywhere but here, I wonder if you knew how much I love you so.

Anywhere but here, I see your face and hear your voice.  Anywhere but here with you feeling like you had no other choice.  I wanna be anywhere but here without you.

Anywhere but here, let’s reverse the direction.  Anywhere but here, let me be your protection.


Thinking, With Garage Door Open (Again)

the cat licks the Funyun dust off my fingers
one more time, and
like before
it’s the salt he likes
and I think, now in this June coolness,
is this really all we need:
a cold beer (don’t forgot that again)
and a purpose
or is it all moot?
the cat licks his lips
and I realize
missed our chance to find out