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Beyond the Bozone: February 2011
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Splinter trickery from guile. Expose flesh shells under sieging petticoats. Precise incisions slice through sorcery. And scrutiny bares deceitful souls. Redemption rests in mindfulness. Breathe and be true. Illuminate the ruse of guile. Rise to the day’s remains,. Splinter trickery from self,. For other takes on the prompt. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm just a human being trying to make it in a world that is very rapidly losing its understanding of being human.". E-mail me at: birdbren@live.com. Advan ...
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Beyond the Bozone: The Photographer's Girlfriend
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Photograph by Scott Wyden. She sighs, surrounding each. Of his fingers with her own-. A spandex clad savior. Mission complete, flying for fun. She spreads shock and awe. Amongst dwellers behind reflected clouds. Rising toward that crack of sky,. She leaves him behind, camera in hand,. Surfing around this morning, I found. Well done 55 piece. excellent short narrative poem. Has elements of both mystery and seduction. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011.
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Beyond the Bozone: serpentdragonmanbird
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With your tail so sharp. And your aim so true. I fear the air surrounding you. You’re a slithering sneak. With a raven’s beak. Of a striking young man. Your feathered reptilian wings. Spread flight in circling rings. Your neck stretches scales. And your serpentine tail. It threatens to impale. Here is the prompt from We Write Poems. 8220;Think of a child’s painting (like something on the refrigerator). What creatures might there be? Wednesday, 08 June, 2011. Thanks Pamela, I was after the childs perspect...
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Beyond the Bozone: mother me a meteor
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Mother me a meteor. She orbits, a planet. Afraid of fallen angels. Frolicking in yellow fields,. Afraid of crying winds. Whisking hair into tails—. Winding life with leaves. Whipping in the gravity. Of twilight’s last glow. She envies each of the planets. And dreams herself a meteor. Falling a fiery hole into Earth. Free from fear forever. She orbits like a planet. Parched and pierced with. No intent and purpose. Round and round and. Saturday, 28 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011.
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Beyond the Bozone: it ended before it began
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It ended before it began. In the gaudy glow of afterbirth. A field mouse burrows its hantavirus hole,. Unknowingly pulling Hank the Hired Man. Into death’s murmuring abyss. His chest undulates convulsions. While Misty Winston, the Rancher’s Daughter. Touches his common cheek. Unafraid of Daddy’s inky wrath. Her hero lies dying. Spinning his way into. He stills and her beating heart breaks. Sunday, 05 June, 2011. Ill second that, Brenda, you wove these words quite well into a very sad tale. Nicely done.
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Beyond the Bozone: May 2011
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Thoughts of the Lady in Blue A Magpie Tale. Banquet Scene with a Lute Player. By Nicolas Tournier, 1625. Ghostly servant painted white,. Fading into darkness,. What stories your thin lips must spill. What distasteful tales convey. For surely you have heard it all. In your insignificant way. Utter them now , spin us the yarn. While this good lady looks at you. Every one else at the table is bored. With my uncle’s incessant reflections. Look at him there, that glass in his eye. He oooooos and he ahhhhhhs.
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Beyond the Bozone: Thoughts of the Lady in Blue ~ A Magpie Tale
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Thoughts of the Lady in Blue A Magpie Tale. Banquet Scene with a Lute Player. By Nicolas Tournier, 1625. Ghostly servant painted white,. Fading into darkness,. What stories your thin lips must spill. What distasteful tales convey. For surely you have heard it all. In your insignificant way. Utter them now , spin us the yarn. While this good lady looks at you. Every one else at the table is bored. With my uncle’s incessant reflections. Look at him there, that glass in his eye. He oooooos and he ahhhhhhs.
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Beyond the Bozone: a string of piku
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A string of piku. A shout out to Tilly Bud. Who got me writing piku this week. Tilly authored the prompt at We Write Poems. This week. Here it is:. A cross between a haiku and the first three numbers of pi.). 3 syllables Line 1. 1 syllable Line 2. 4 syllables Line 3. Choose one or two key words. Find rhymes for them. Slightly re-write the first piku. Well done, Brenda. I had such fun with the form, and I sense you did too. The third is, sadly, so true this year. Wednesday, 01 June, 2011. I like your piku.
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Beyond the Bozone: August 2010
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Dip a paddle deep in time’s river. Mirrored wormholes lure through. Tomorrow’s stars yesterday. Great granddaughter tells tales. Of glass encased cities spread. Over crumbled dead Earth. Eyes wend a destruction story. Already several months in. Older than you she begins,. 8220;It starts with a slow dying ocean,. Until all that’s left is a shell. . .”. Visit Writer’s Island. For more interesting, bizarre, and delightful takes on the prompt: Time travel. The prompt for Poets United Think Tank Thursday.
