*Magnify*
    May     ►
SMTWTFS
   
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
Archive RSS
SPONSORED LINKS
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1236257
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.

Previous ... -1- 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 ... Next
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... .
March 13, 2019 at 11:51am
March 13, 2019 at 11:51am
#954267
Welcome aboard the good ship “Fantasy,”
where words become ballistic thrusters,
boosting us
beyond the bounds of reason’s gravity
on a trajectory
to deepest inner space.

Without knowing why,
we must travel.

Secured by bonds of universal uniqueness,
we rocket into unknown zones to find
insight and understanding.

When the words flame out and fall away,
inertia propels our adventure
into the outer reaches of
imagination.

We fly across a universe
of imagined meanings
to discover truth
buried
inside our soul.

Subconscious phantoms explore those dark caverns
deep into the night
to shed a light of awareness
upon God’s secrets.

In reading and composing, we learn
lessons to help us navigate
through rocky shoals and
propel the rocket of life
into the future.

Inspiration IS the response,
as creativity begins to flow--
tumbling and rumbling
in spite of all the grumbling and stumbling.

Beyond the price of pence,
the true reward is
discovery.



36 lines of Free Verse poetry.
March 9, 2019 at 11:08am
March 9, 2019 at 11:08am
#954010
When the sun goes down,
the curtain goes up on Satan's nocturnal operetta,
where spirits of the night
join their voices in a chorus of cacophonic extravaganza,
as miasmic vapors
billow forth across the haunted landscape.

Creepy crawlers,
attracted by the pandemonium echoing
around the mausoleum,
congregate
among the tangled vines of ancient blasphemies,
slithering, gyrating, and swaying
in a mesmerizing ballet
choreographed by Satan himself,
until the rising sun
drops the curtain of light
on the stage of this Bacchanalian festival.
March 8, 2019 at 4:33pm
March 8, 2019 at 4:33pm
#953966
blue jay contemplates
delicious golden banquet
spring's lavish bounty
March 2, 2019 at 6:35am
March 2, 2019 at 6:35am
#953548
Reaching beyond self


Ancient oaks lean toward the east
and groan beneath the burden
of old man Winter's
diamond-studded display,

until Mother Nature
takes pity on their weary limbs
and bakes up
a therapeutic batch
of April showers.
February 19, 2019 at 3:06pm
February 19, 2019 at 3:06pm
#952433
** Image ID #2182938 Unavailable **
Image by bobturn


Dismal days
in the neighborhood
for Pauper Rabbit
without a speck of food
to be found.

As remnants
of the last snowfall
cling to skeletons
in the meadow,

a ray of sunshine
sustains hope
for an early spring.
February 17, 2019 at 11:36am
February 17, 2019 at 11:36am
#952210
Without a care,
February
will wear its frost
with wind-tossed sleet
embossed in white--
just the right stuff
to bite your nose.

160 Entries · *Magnify*
Page of 16 · 10 per page   < >
Previous ... -1- 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 ... Next
© Copyright 2019 Dave (UN: drschneider at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Dave has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1236257