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by Dave
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1236257
A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A sig awarded for winning "The Anything Goes Poetry Contest"

A log of our magnificent journey.

April 26, 2019 at 11:32am
April 26, 2019 at 11:32am
#957587
Word picture prompt

Stoically stalking,
Reaper roams banks of the Styx
with ax to spread woe.

Character in crape
cunningly creeping across
to cook his éclair

from frothing phobia
and fractious fingers of fear--
fee-fi-fo-fum. Yum!

Traipsing through the trees
to a tryst with victims lured
into his trusty traps.

Leave no doubt. There'll be
unalleviated grieving
on All Hallows Eve.
April 20, 2019 at 10:58am
April 20, 2019 at 10:58am
#957080
prompt picture blah blah

He climbs
his way to top
without a solid plan
to lay foundation for
the daily grind
alone.

Treadmill
goes 'round until
he's back where he began
to reap rewards of trudge
anonymous,
alone.


Poet's note
April 5, 2019 at 5:57pm
April 5, 2019 at 5:57pm
#955873
Petite young woman with curly blond hair
pulls up in front of Bates Motel
after long day on road.

Norman greets her with a shy smile
and extends warm welcome
before handing her
key to unit number six.

She finds the room comforting
with spotless furnishings and homestyle quilts,
but her main concern is a soothing hot shower
and a good night's sleep.

She disrobes,
steps into tub,
closes curtain,
turns on the tap,
and lets hot water
flow over her body.

Suddenly,
curtain is thrust open,
and slasher commences
savage attack,
as blood spurts all over wall
and runs down drain
in gurgling vortex,
which matches the sounds
coming from her throat.

Next morning,
room number six
is once again spotless,
as it awaits the next unsuspecting guest.

This scene is repeated

over

and over

and over again

in a futile attempt to satisfy
Norman's psychotic hunger,
like the Venus flytrap,
ready to feed again.

Artist Unknown

April 4, 2019 at 5:30pm
April 4, 2019 at 5:30pm
#955812
Some words
begin to drive
emotive flow from heart
to page through poet's pen
until relief
is found
in core
of pensive thought
with kick of apple tart
to bring creative juice
where spirit's feast
is found.




Author's note: The Cyclus is a twelve-line treasure gleaned from Viola Berg's Pathways for the Poet. The name is reference to the cycling syllable counts, as described in the following link: http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1001-visual-verse-or-shape-verse/#c... .


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