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S

omething marvelous about writing and language...

                                                           Both can always be done better.

                                                 This item will be no exception to that rule.
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August 31, 2017 at 8:17pm
August 31, 2017 at 8:17pm
#919566
53 words, 15 lines
Form: Short quintet
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


that devil’s soul
a smart blender
a trick manifest
as dire toxin
only a vaccine

he sold it to me
not a dark spell
but frothy and blue
what it can do
I have no clue

smooth as ink
it comes in pink
or cherry red
how I inject you
you musn’t dread



2. You've tricked the devil into selling His soul to you
August 31, 2017 at 8:01pm
August 31, 2017 at 8:01pm
#919563
128 words, 16 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


her voice rises shrill as her lips move about,
a fright she is, as her green face floats,
its flickering light casts shadows on the wall
colored by the herbs in her garden in and out
tarragon, lovage, thistle, fennel, basil,
borage, mint, parsley, hemp, chervil
rosemary, lemon grass, thyme, and dill
at the right side of her flower beds sway

but away on the left, on the darkened earth
lizard tails, shards of mirrors, broken bones
and wasps’ stings grotesque, laced with blood
pigeon eyes, frog tongues, and machete bits stray
then whatever it is she does mix, she offers
and says to try her witch’s brew for what wrecks
you, and enchanted, you think she has genie’s magic
not knowing her customs, your end turns tragic



1. Half her herb garden was for cooking. The other half would kill you. Sometimes she used both in the same dish.

August 31, 2017 at 7:26pm
August 31, 2017 at 7:26pm
#919559
53 words, 16 lines
form: Quatrains
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


it’s weird this living
all twists and turns
falls and scrapes,
breaks and burns

so take things
one at a time
if failure comes
it’s no crime

but learn from it
just throw out
tears and fears
sighs and doubt

stick with your fight
and never quit
thus gain confidence
bit by bit

12. How to gain one's confidence?
August 31, 2017 at 7:04pm
August 31, 2017 at 7:04pm
#919550

64 words, 12 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


imagination is like my camera
it’s the whole vista of the lens,
with hazy corners of magic

my camera’s tiny red light
might climb onto private grounds
one can barely see at dark

but, half the time, I miss
fixing the shutter
the ISO or the aperture

and you tell me to use it
but what if
I get lost in the raw footage?


Prompt: It is said that people have imagination. Use it.
August 31, 2017 at 6:47pm
August 31, 2017 at 6:47pm
#919547
64 words, 17 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


on my cell’s screen
private number
its ring passes through me
a mere energy
through matter,
like a wave, and
I answer to ask who

it is me he wants
but that ‘me’ is
the wrong person
drifting, sinking
into his right number
“She isn’t here
and she isn’t the one
for she is gone.”

then I click the red
and choose to forget


18. Right number, wrong person.
August 31, 2017 at 6:28pm
August 31, 2017 at 6:28pm
#919540
12 lines, 41 words
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


behind closed doors
there is that unknowing

the wriggle of feet
the undulation of sheets
the rasp of breath
caught in appetites
but also, grief
madness, revenge
and bristles of brush
against long tresses

and behind closed doors
death waits, knowing



17. Behind closed doors.


August 31, 2017 at 5:55pm
August 31, 2017 at 5:55pm
#919536
134 words, 32 lines
Free verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


my most creative moments
were when I was four
playing my game
when out the door
was thrown all shame,

for I had a large following
of cousins, with no buts or ifs,
since their minds I could swing
to veiled mischiefs

I was in good company
and happy, knowing,
life is a party,
the world my clam
and its pearl I am


and if chronicled and caught
and I’d be on the fence,
I could hurl silence or
push riddles as my defense

“Who broke the glass?”
-‘A helicopter crashed through it’
my answers would be as such,
intensely hyperbolic with
guttural shrieks
commissioned colic,
and puckered reckoning

and today,
when as a family, we meet
and the past is unfurled,
the memories of
my feats and fame
are still recalled
in replay


21. Your most creative moment.

August 31, 2017 at 4:50pm
August 31, 2017 at 4:50pm
#919524
74 words, 12 lines
Form: unrhymed tercet
House Florent Image for G.o.T.



I fired my muse for his abuse
for he sang and frolicked in
cryptography

images sensations beyond my use
and though I lamented the event
I put an ad in the daily

“A new muse wanted, to give me a break
one who doesn’t burden me with blind spots
or any diabolic lucidity”

so I have been waiting in my sorry life,
a selfless, poor-soul muse to pick me up
yet, fearfully, I still worry.


20. Inspiration be damned, I'm looking for a new muse!
August 31, 2017 at 4:23pm
August 31, 2017 at 4:23pm
#919521
86 words, 12 lines
Free Form Tercets
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


he’ll remember the future as his past
in scope, this is something like a labyrinth
for galactic whirls go every which way

once he read of an ‘uncertainty principle’
where actuality swerves on quantum scale
cold and dismissive if not derisive

future has possibilities, past education
both interchangeable, both in thin lines
merging into a path of singularity

thus, he thinks, things exist he can’t decipher
fertile grounds of past he can’t let go
and future still will be here but only as a good idea


26. He's been contemplating about his future, when he saw his past walk by.
August 31, 2017 at 3:44pm
August 31, 2017 at 3:44pm
#919516
91 words, 16 lines
Free Form
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


this friendship of you and me
never weird on the internet
and I can bet on the blossoming
benevolence, never malevolence

but…oh, no! you flip through sites
and countless blind spots
textured in detail and infinite depth
fearless, like a comic book superhero

with that urge to fly, what a fantasy!
you need a shift of worthy perspective
remember the myth of Icarus?
such bold leaps can ignite an inferno

yet, this friendship of you and me
never weird on the internet
and I can bet on the blossoming
benevolence, never malevolence



27. It isn't necessarily dangerous, but I hope he survives.
August 31, 2017 at 3:09pm
August 31, 2017 at 3:09pm
#919512
115 words, 18 lines
Free Form
House Florent Image for G.o.T.



the tiny crimes you got away with
and murderous ones with undertones
as you placed my hopes on the pyre, but
my justice wields a sword sharp and thin
first, it’ll give you a paper cut
then, it will penetrate within

see my eyes? how eternal and defiant?
they place curses upon you, don’t chuckle,
for now, your zippers will snarl,
your clasps will not unbuckle,
but then, you’ll fall and won’t be able
to shrug off your straitjacket at all

and I make no apologies
for my logistics or expertise
for these will be a breeze for me,
but for you, a typhoon, a calamity
blinding, sizzling, frightful
and binding you in their intensity.


28. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.
August 31, 2017 at 2:27pm
August 31, 2017 at 2:27pm
#919509

67 words, 15 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


a spiral of cosmic blue
lavish like a wish
a talisman no less
its shape can bring
the hunt by my sacred fire

a spiral of cosmic blue
so I can plan to conjure
a skill to render
my battles and beasts
upon my cave walls

a spiral of cosmic blue
rising without a strife
akin to a frisbee
above and beyond
the great circle of life


Prompt 32. Find a picture or photograph that inspires you.
Here's the picture:
https://pixabay.com/en/blue-fractal-abstract-spiral-2552099/
August 31, 2017 at 2:04pm
August 31, 2017 at 2:04pm
#919505
82 words, 22 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


among her lists of lists
and stone-age dreams,
she shaped weapons
from rocks
of Neolithic times
to throw at him

chert, jasper, agate,
and chalcedony
though they could be
exchanged with
diamond, emerald, or ruby

yet, in their midst
she could accept
aquamarine, opal, or pearl
sapphire, topaz, or spinel

But these lists were misses
no kisses they brought
so she came up with
a better list with a twist.
mortal and murderous,
while she sang
“Fifty ways to leave your lover”

Prompt 39. She had lists upon lists and in the midst she had...
August 31, 2017 at 12:35pm
August 31, 2017 at 12:35pm
#919471
102 words, 25 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


when he looks your way,
his eyes stare at nothing but throw
eerie rays,
and he’s too slow to measure
what you undergo
for he’s someone dead you still keep
in your bed

what are you
unconscious or desperate
punching at the same door
to open
when you know
it never will?

If they fell on you
rats, roaches, voles
or sulphuric fiber optics,
they’d crawl or make a sound
and awaken from
their stillness

And if you might enjoy
having a drink
with demons and evil spirits,
even they would say
“Anyone who makes you cry
isn't worth your love.”


Prompt 10: Anyone who makes you cry isn't worth your love.
August 31, 2017 at 12:10pm
August 31, 2017 at 12:10pm
#919465
77 words, 19 lines
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


when the hand from Heaven
is gently withdrawn
to nudge you to take
the right of way

then you can’t destroy
your demons and ghosts
with no salt left
to chase them away

you think on your
Lilliputian feet
everything’s sweet
even an atrocity
taking place
at the open or the city
to the sound of victory drums
and you wade in shallows
in innocents’ blood

now, without a knowing eye
how can your tears have salt?



note: According to myth and belief,
salt chases away evil spirits
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Prompt 9: What if tears weren't salty?
August 31, 2017 at 11:33am
August 31, 2017 at 11:33am
#919449
77 words 12 lines
form: Quatrains
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


during my morning run, I saw
a cat, a dog, and a lizard
my huge body they didn’t mind
hoping I could be a wizard

wrapped in my handkerchief and fist
kibbles I threw as I passed by
the cat meowed at this mindless gift
thought, possibly not a wizard

the dog wagged his tail and then growled
the lizard paused and looked bemused
they felt betrayed by need for proof
and rejected me as a wizard

Prompt 16: A cat, a dog, and a lizard.
August 31, 2017 at 11:01am
August 31, 2017 at 11:01am
#919443
73 words 12 lines
Form: Quatrains
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


prowling gray wolves with light’s absence
under Canis Major, cleaving the sky
with eyes aglow the rest disaster
nothing is quite like a summer night

fireflies landing on armadillos
an owl hooting at thieving raccoons
lovers unlocking doors with soft hands
nothing is quite like a summer night

under dark bridges, drunk men sleep
a lone woman sits, cigarette on lips
all subtlety lost in reflection
nothing is quite like a summer night


31. Nothing is quite like a summer night...
August 31, 2017 at 10:27am
August 31, 2017 at 10:27am
#919435
22 lines, 81 words
Free Verse
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


daddy is the tricky one
too many distances
he crossed
using his hands
his lips, his voice
rising, touching
throwing his weight
on her…
what was it
that had been her fright
holding off the break?

a thickness of unease
her ruffled spirit
still, a number of rosy days
dreaming of change
but that’s not it
for now she’s blue
living in circles and spirals
in a ghostly body
to sound bites
“Yes, Daddy!”
but some things don’t
work at all


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29. Daddy's little girl.
August 30, 2017 at 9:22pm
August 30, 2017 at 9:22pm
#919372

49 words 10 lines
Free Form
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


We are dreams within dreams
or human butterflies
through fate’s alchemy

how amazing this life is
full clear moon in the night
sending a shine on rolling sea

crimson dawns, blue sunsets
petals dusted in the light
and robins sing to dragonflies
in tears of joy for being alive


30. Tears of joy.
August 30, 2017 at 8:53pm
August 30, 2017 at 8:53pm
#919366

68 words 12 lines
Form: Eight-syllable quatrains
House Florent Image for G.o.T.


smiling at me through the window
dancing shimmer of distant light
a softest touch to morning eyes
large moon-like beauty in the sky

with lush patterns and reflections
zodiac’s bending to its curve
heavens’ using its feng shui
to pounding of the autumn sea

its ecstasy awakens me
to sweatin’ jazz New Orlean’s style
from shadows, “Let the good times roll”
But tyrant Sun has paled it now


8. You wake up in the morning to see a large moon-like object in the sky.
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