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Sunday, January 25, 2015

WORDLE #196

For Sunday Whirl:

CHANCE


At the risk of sounding trite
I'm going to spell it out
In words you can understand

Always mind your own business

Aim to stay away from fire
That way you'll avoid scorch marks

Maybe then and only then
Will you see it's miles better
To set clocks to chime at dawn

So make the sign of the cross
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
All know the lie of the land

Sunday, January 11, 2015

WORDLE #195

BRAIN FREEZE

Only a single item
appears on your bucket list
An inky scrap of paper

says 'Never capitulate;
condemn, or be condemned to
a life of abject ennui
that continues without end'

You want to smell fresh air, but
you can't generate enough
power to channel your thoughts
or render them capable
of processing common sense

Sunday, January 4, 2015

WORDLE #194



HIGH 5'S


We resolve, review, design,
shine, sing songs from nine to five.
A New Year... Resolution;
revolution three six five.
The Earth's turn, dedicated,
dated year two oh one five.

A Mayfly-brief win dealt; a
form of shelter... Gimme five!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

WORDLE #192

AIR

Couldn't help yourself, could you?
In the panic that ensued
you and a thousand others
who thought they had room to talk
discovered there was no choice
 Couldn't believe our own eyes...
As heat became more like burn
they shed not a drop of sweat
always believing he would
perform a miracle, man
and, boy, did it get them high
when she said the snag was fixed


Sunday, December 7, 2014

WORDLE #190


FORGIVE THEM

When locked in chains that enflame

You point the finger of blame

And it's no strain to sustain
Your deranged haze of hatred

Feign regret through the filet
To the cape clad clergyman

A traipse through your secret cave
In exchange for his silence

Sunday, November 30, 2014

WORDLE #189

For Sunday Whirl:

RETURN



Those bent on self-destruction
tend not to avert their gaze;
ready, willing and able
to face the gathering storm
in all its mighty splendor.
That death rattle awaits them.
Their last breath reaps a cool breeze;
the hardest harvest of all.
Their secular cremation,
Requiem Mass in  plain clothes.
Skin and bones... reduced to dust...
Their remains...? Scattered ashes.


Sunday, November 23, 2014

WORDLE #188



SKELETONS

Resolute; your policy
of honesty spills its guts
across a forgotten stretch
of a neglected landscape
that still bears the stains of guilt
stirred by cloudy memories
of miserable children
awaiting the decision

as death's vortex pirouettes
perhaps just moments away.

It could be all over in
the flutter of an eyelas
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Sunday, November 16, 2014

WORDLE #187


JUST GOOD

Tempted by her subtle hints...

...since saving her sorry soul
stole his fresh set of morals.


Quarrels and a mix of lies
rise up like a toasty flame;
shame adds to lingering guilt.

Tilt that balance till he yields,
shields down. But sex between friends
tends to leave a bitter taste,
laced with scorn, on his palate.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

WORDLE #186

For Sunday Whirl:

SEPIA

Those night time terrors visit;
induce thoughts of suicide.
Wise old owl perches on the prow
of a crossroads in your life.

Mud slingers build momentum
as their fervor starts to swell.
Birds fly south to fill their mouths
after empires rose and fell.

Now remove that crown of thorns;
lose the thread that leads to pain.
Tungsten light that burns so bright,
casts a crocus stamen stain...

Saturday, November 1, 2014

WORDLE #185

For Sunday Whirl: Standing, Satisfied, Burn, Jaded, Spark, Rain, Way, Sun, Cold, Grey, Sun, Slash.


WHAT DOES IT TAKE?


Standing stones
And shifting sands
Spark that jaded expression

Slash and burn
Divide and conquer
Not entirely satisfied

Oh what joy
The way the sun
Chases cold grey rain away

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WORDLE #184

For Sunday Whirl:

Post-war Boom


Strange how they tend to revolve
(those apocalyptic tomes)
in literary circles

Thirteen unpublished novels
weak insipid frivolous
from preface to epilogue
seek speedy intervention

Suddenly out of the blue
the first promising inklings
(audible to an extent)
that their roots are taking hold
breaking old gnarled attitudes
like poppies after the war

Sunday, October 19, 2014

WORDLE #183

For Sunday Whirl:

WISH YOU WERE HERE...


without a shadow of doubt
truth is stranger than fiction
so steel yourself for a shock...
as a martyr to your cause
your own childhood ambition
to be a holy seer
trapped you held you prisoner
to a secret you thought safe
until you heard the laughter
the scornful crazy mocking
that flawed your precious diamond
that took the shine right off it

Sunday, October 5, 2014

WORDLE #181

DEPENDENTS

A poem with no name

Makes no sense at all to me
As a title is so vital...
If only because
It strips away a string
Of strictly false uncertainties

A speech in broken English
Soiled sheets, confusing signs
All connected, all infected...
And all because
Goblins drink from goblets
Served by gobshites doing lines

Sunday, September 28, 2014

WORDLE #180

NO GOOD DEED

A whole lot of people love
a selfless act of kindness
It gives me no joy at all
Only serves to fan the flames
And polarize opinions

I fear the repercussions

My identity remains
Buried beneath the ashes
Duty dictates discernment
My headstone a pile of sticks
Not a posey floral tribute

Sunday, September 21, 2014

WORDLE #179

For Sunday Whirl:


ANOMALY



Some miner I am; the truth.

Should I live to see old age,
still I'll be searching; seeking..

Fingers and heart both broken;
always keep mine crossed.
Which the expression of hope...?

Neither one will give, present
the prize, the gold; my reward...

For pissing in the ocean...