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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.

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May 6, 2022 at 3:28pm
May 6, 2022 at 3:28pm
painting by Sage Vaugh
"Ruby Throats" - a painting by Sage Vaughn

The battles rage
with helicopters all around,
as troops engage
in bloody combat on the ground.

In time of war,
an island of serenity
distracts from gore,
preserving our humanity.

May 3, 2022 at 5:04pm
May 3, 2022 at 5:04pm
Poetry is my security blanket.
Thesaurus and rhyming dictionary
are constant companions
who bring a sense of comfort to my life.

Poetry is my spirit's banquet,
nourishing my hungry soul.
Overcoming challenge makes me feel whole,
for which I sincerely thank it.
April 30, 2022 at 11:03am
April 30, 2022 at 11:03am
The dandelions make me gay.
Their yellow blossoms brighten day
among the cow pies on display
in farmer's plot.
They serve emotional buffet
when gut's in knot.

Some people label them a weed,
but I afford such rot no heed,
because the Man Upstairs decreed
there is no skew.
Equality is guaranteed
within His view.

April 28, 2022 at 1:55pm
April 28, 2022 at 1:55pm
Grandpa Pete looked to sky and wondered when
the rain would come.
For years, he fought this dusty regimen
as mission's drum
kept driving him to work the arid field.
In fervent prayer, to God he appealed
for some relief
in his belief
the land could bring a worthy yield.

Last year, he finally gave up his stance
and passed away,
concluding perennial spirit dance
he had each day
with dilapidated barn, its roof caved in.
The rotting walls remain through thick and thin
for all to see
in memory
of Grandpa and his steadfast grin.

April 25, 2022 at 7:47pm
April 25, 2022 at 7:47pm
Welcome to my world!
I am the gateway through which
authors, poets, journalists
must pass to connect with
their audience.

Their sensuous touch
stimulates my keys to record
their precious thoughts
for posterity.

My # symbol can link
gnarly internet memes and bawdy jokes
with millions of like-minded fanatics.

The grand & joins two lovers
in tender embrace,
while the rest of us go chasing
$ around the globe.

Before long, the entire alphabet
from "a" to "z"
is joining in the party
on the cloud.

86 words
April 18, 2022 at 6:18pm
April 18, 2022 at 6:18pm
Dark clouds bestow
a manna flow
on fields below
to save the day.

The crops accept
the promise kept
when Heaven wept
on full display.

Notes on the Rhupunt form of poetry
April 10, 2022 at 11:43am
April 10, 2022 at 11:43am
Enroute to laundromat,
I came under attack.
A pigeon stole my hat
and would not give it back,

and then his brother
dropped a present on my head
and then another
before he finally fled.

April 10, 2022 at 11:20am
April 10, 2022 at 11:20am
I'll take you to my secret place,
where sunlight spreads chantilly lace
across the verdant forest space.
We gather there,
away from city's frantic pace--
our pied-a-terre.

Convening squirrel, rabbit, fawn,
we meet to greet the coming dawn
and welcome grace of tardy swan
with hearty "Ciao!"
There is no need for Amazon.
It's here right now.


Let the creativity flow from your soul! *Cool*
"The Poet's Place
March 21, 2022 at 4:53pm
March 21, 2022 at 4:53pm
Someone please help me! Anyone?

I am in a desperate predicament and have nowhere to turn.

Every time the human beast Bubba goes to the Mexican food restaurant, he starts ripping members of my Toilet-paper family away--brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles--and feeding them to the voracious creature Toilet, after wiping them in that gooey, stinky brown stuff. The nasty fluid produced by diarrhea seems to have no end, and my turn is coming soon.

Please hurry! Ple....

76.5 words
March 17, 2022 at 6:11pm
March 17, 2022 at 6:11pm
Good morning, Spring!
It's a zippity-doo-dah day
when robins sing
and daisies bloom in vast array.

The rising sun
brings forth a sense of wonderment,
like cinnamon
on slice of morning sentiment.

We dance around the dogwood tree
and sing about rebirth with glee

to celebrate
your return to our latitude
and consecrate
each fascinating interlude

by sowing more
and nurturing in fertile soil
to build rapport
with Nature's plot through garden toil.

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