A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
http://www.flickr.com/photos/keanalee/2726414583/ Behold the buckets full of plump, golden peaches, freshly picked from yonder tree, succulent and sweet, to blend in homemade ice cream or bake in tasty cobblers. |
CHEESE Swiss, Blue, Limburger All curdled and aged into aromatic slabs of tasty nourishment. “An Epicurean delight!” Note: The Clarity Pyramid is a syllabic form designed by Jerry P. Quinn, as described and demonstrated in the following link: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pyramid.html |
Someone will notice I’m gone if I don’t get back by dawn, or at least that’s what I thought, while struggling with bonds so taut they were making my wrists bleed. Next time, I’ll be taking heed to warnings given about dating such a perverse lout, who loves inflicting great pains with his heinous whips and chains. |
Contemplate this: Candy kisses make Misses smile. |
Just one more trip down Whiskey River because the pleasure brings a quiver. I do love me whiskey! It makes me feel frisky, until it rots me (BLEEP)in' liver. |
Concrete and asphalt gobbled up the land, like some PacMan monster's ravenous spree. When mankind attempted to countermand God's commandments with such audacity, colossal structures were all you could see. Behold! Dainty lilies of the valley poke their heads up in a putrid alley. In something akin to a Rugby scrum, vibrant elements of Nature rally. The power of God's grace will overcome. ************************************************ Form: Dizain - http://thepoetsgarret.com/2010Challenge/form16.html |
TV commercials imploring me to purchase candy and jewels, but she wants to buy one-way ticket to Reno for quickie divorce. |
We danced lightly through time in a tightly choreographed Utopia, until it fell apart in a heap of photographs and memories of a life stained with lost love and Mendocino wine. I made her happy once, but the sun went down on that romance and left me wallowing in the muck of deep despair. Hoping for a change of luck and some kind of distraction to sooth my heart, broken and wracked with pain, I hopped in my royal blue El Camino and headed east toward Reno without taking a backward glance. Amid the ruck of losers at the glitzy Eldorado Casino, I struck gold when a lovely Angeleno lass sat down beside me for a game of keno and relief from the bruises of betrayal. We hit it off right away and went out for a cup of cappuccino, before heading west to celebrate a fresh start with a bottle of Mendocino wine. 28 lines of Free Verse poetry written for "The Daily Poem" 2/10/2018 prompt "Pick a song title. Use this title as the title of your poem." Here is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icfbsXzNo6Y with some additional inspiration from these: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgFGMkNgZ3w https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Tnmhstubq0 |