Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

dorothy calling

big tent poetry: this week’s prompt wordles
photo: 2001 space odyssy the cosmic waltz, flickr

love the shift of time travel
as if i found a genie in a bottle
tossed a long time ago and
lands at my feet

the taste of 3 sweet wishes
trying not to peer at his psychedelic poofy pants
i click my feet humming a long forgotten
childhood rhyme

debris field dreams float by like magic
passing the half-eaten whims of another
effortlessly skirting the evidence
swarming stars collide

landing gear descends
the docking station creeps close
my temporary parts give way
exposing the backbone
of a long adventure

captain peecard and number 1
my heart embellishes the rub of his head
who would pass a touch of his lips
blue eyes blazing i forgot to close the door
whoosh the sound screams
of automated time

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Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

take off

read write poem: napowrimo day 12 make up a secret code. The formula is easy: come up with a message and assign it to something unlikely.
photo: Mark Rothko, untitled, 1969–University of Navarra Collection

rushing thru the stop signs roar
dark glasses gushing

watching the waiting
growing old botox barf

believing bait beginner
old eyes harmonize

when do we arrive
big boobs beguiling

if only the stars stay home

intergalactic travel takes forever
now running only five cents special

and then there’s red, abt art and artist, another opinion

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