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01-13-2010, 09:21 PM
In the race that’s life,
victory’s not to the swift,
but to the watchful

Next word: balloon

01-17-2010, 12:20 AM
Colorful giant balloons flew
over the crowded city streets,
skyscrappers, open country roads,
while lost in clouded sheets
of sleet, rain and snow
off-course it blew and blew
to the Lands of Didn't Know.

Next Word: Theatre

01-18-2010, 01:03 AM
Next Word: Barn.

Albedo of Zero
01-19-2010, 08:50 AM
You, like an old barn
with sunken roof, paint
worn to a guess-what-color,
abandoned...yet full of secret life,
you, stand there and look at me
as if I'm a farmhouse
with the screen door hanging
on its last hinge, creaking porch,
broken steps, memories...
You, see me in your life.

next word: apple

01-20-2010, 10:01 AM
have you plucked yourself
from the center of my eye?
blinded me
to the fact
that you've ceased to love
or that you ever could?

But, I'm not blind!
I've eaten knowledge,
aware of every move
my precious makes,
my precious covered in red

it was but a tree,
a lone decision, that cast you
beyond recognition

next word: ceremonial

01-21-2010, 01:27 AM
sounds of drums and wooden flutes
escape temple walls

Next Word: wine

Albedo of Zero
01-22-2010, 12:50 AM
Heady and heady both
is my head
and mind you,
my mind is frothgotten.
I remember a time
or a time I did
remember...oh no fortgotten
again, again
there in my head
head here and there
or again again frogooten
Must be the wine or the red
or the white, was it wine?
I think I've gotfortnen.

word: wish

01-25-2010, 10:36 PM
Wishy, washy, wushy, wishes
won't come true unless,
steps taken to make
no room for one wish.

Next Word: Dishwasher

01-28-2010, 01:34 AM

“Billy’s mother has one,
Why don’t we?”
“It would make things so much easier”, I said.
“Freeing time for other things, like homework.”

My mother smiled that mother’s smile,
Looked at me, and then my sisters.
I don’t need another one,
I already have three.

Next Word: Migratory

01-31-2010, 07:33 PM
graceful wings held the wind
stroked the sky,
thoughtful of warm breezes
lazy branches over cool lagoons

in spite of ice and howling gales
little fish jump beneath
patient eyes
blinded by summer
and the knowledge
that there is always a south

Next word:


02-01-2010, 05:45 AM
Winking is one way to start a relationship.
I’m not a winker.
Then I thought I saw you smile and nod.
Your eyes closed like a doll’s.
Closed and opened like a doll’s.
You were sitting with my friend,
and he beckoned me to come.
Our eyes locked as I sat down,
you touched my knee and said hello.
He spoke and spoke again,
but I didn’t catch your name.

This is tempting,
friend or fling?
Or something so much more.
You make the choice so easy.

Next Word: Tragic

Albedo of Zero
02-10-2010, 07:29 AM
Magic in soft blanket
entwined warmth
and zipped enclosure

rumbles echo
fall fast

trees bend


prompt: irony

02-10-2010, 07:43 AM
A commonly misused word
people mull around in their
Related to the semicolon,
abused far too much.

Prompt: a match

Albedo of Zero
02-12-2010, 09:06 AM
a match of socks were all I wore
on that cold wintry day
when out from where, I do not know,
a spider made its way
onto my path from bed to bath
-my pee, I left behind
but I was fast as I went past
my hero in recline

i shivered fear, i shivered cold
and i had not one care
to go back in and face that foe
-eight eyes and fuzzy hair

then all at once my hero barked
"Come back, oh Master please."
for on his nose and in his mouth
my monster was deceased.

new word: breath

02-12-2010, 09:15 AM
new word: breath

According to the literature, vampires have bad breath.
Apparently that has something to do with their current state of death.
It seems that necrosis
Leads to halitosis.

Next Word: curmugeon

02-12-2010, 03:00 PM
I keep him in the corner, my little curmugeon;
all hidden and tied, not knowing what's going on with him.
Sometimes he talks, sometimes he whispers
sometimes his feet poke out all covered in blisters.
Is he my dad, cantankerous with age
whiffing of stuffing, going all pasrley and sage?
Is my kid, eighteen next year
all 'boobs' and 'bums' and 'where's me next beer'?
Is he my bane, a neologistic nightmare
all playing with words, not being so fair?
Most likely he's my intellect, missing a few things,
'in which case I'm happy', curmugeon now sings.

Next word: sunburn

02-15-2010, 12:00 AM
Rather than red, red,
joyous blue yonder
looks glorious ahead,
of the shades of green
which makes endless streams
of wonderous dreams.

Hockey - Next Word

02-15-2010, 12:31 AM
The click of sticks on ice and pucks.
The grunts of men on shaking boards.
The scrape of skates on cold, hard ice.
Sit close; I’ll keep you warm.

Next Word: Silence

02-15-2010, 03:38 AM
layered snow
awaiting rebirth
grass clings to the frozen soil
in winter's embrace
it patiently lies
huddled in


Next word: Stagger

02-16-2010, 07:31 AM
the waver in my step
isn't drunkenness
my erratic heartbeat
no hitch of joy
life's reeling stagger ~
your forever absence

next word: expectant

Albedo of Zero
05-11-2010, 06:07 AM
Expectant family
and eight friends
to carry him home.

War is hell.

next word: karma

05-14-2010, 03:19 AM

Wait - didnt someone else write that?
But who?

05-14-2010, 07:02 PM
A long wait,
In the damp.
The cold biting,
At anything exposed.

If only they'd come,
In the warm car.
Rescue me,
And take me home.

Glancing left,then right,
No sign.
Stamping feet,
Hugging myself.

Suddenly a blaze of light,
Coming out of the gloom.
Finally its over,
The cold and lonely wait.

Next word Blaze

05-14-2010, 09:49 PM
Anger rages,
As the news reveals,
Yet another child has dead,
At a parents hands.

How can this be,
My mind screams within.
What evil could fill,
Those that should be full of love?

What burned inside,
This adults mind,
To commit,
This unthinkable thing?

And so I feel the blaze,
Of saddened anger,
As tears well up inside,
For the loss of an innocent.

A child will now never know,
The joy of love.
They shall never see,
Life as they grow to the person they should have been.

Next word grow

05-14-2010, 10:11 PM
the room
to grow
is dark

only leaves
my toes sore

when they
slam into
its baseboard

next word: wink

05-14-2010, 10:57 PM
With a wink,
I let her know,
That I am her dad,
And it all was in fun.

She struggles to close,
But one eye,
Letting me know,
A love too deep.

Next word: eye

05-14-2010, 11:18 PM
in his eye

halts its
widening pupil

in her eye

it's nothing
but stars

in his eye

from within

in her eye

it's everything
too far

next word: crash

05-14-2010, 11:30 PM
The bankers greed,
Fueled their lust.
Took them high;
Filled the pockets.
Blinded their senses,
To the coming crash.

Next word: lust

05-14-2010, 11:42 PM
from her back
he lapped the
last slack drops of
her body's salt-tears

his kisses
a dusting
of lust that last
to overcome her fears

next word: last

05-15-2010, 03:44 AM
Last place isn't first,
second, or third,
but honesty wowed
virtuously, openly
on the racecourse,
which intently stirred,
the crowd, unheard.

Next Word: Gymnastics

05-15-2010, 05:50 AM
an acrobat's winding
through split limbs and musical whims
is a crowd's innane dilemma

when the applause
is for the gymnastics
and seldom for the gymnast

but you bow
and you wave


next word: wreckless

05-15-2010, 06:46 PM
I watched in horror,
How could it be?
Never have I seen,
Such as this.

One moment there they stood.
With smile so wide, icecream held high.
Then they just ran for the other side,
Heedless to all around.

From my view,
I saw it all.
The wreckless lad,
Thrown like rag into the air.

Brakes sreeched to late;
The thud as flesh met metal;
The heart rending scream,
At a parent's nightmare.

Next word: air

05-15-2010, 06:54 PM
the night that strips
the color from

and dampens
the sky's
dry air

bites and hides

and takes
me with it

next word: bite

05-15-2010, 07:30 PM
So red;
So rosy.

So many,
To fill a bowl.
Freshand sweet.

Mouth waters,
Drooling at the thought.
Just one bite.

From a garden;
Straight off the tree.

Just one bite,
Of the lushess apple.

Next word: drooling

05-15-2010, 07:37 PM
the corner of his mouth
through snorts
and deep lip-licks

a cold nose
to nuzzle


for more

next word: nuzzle

05-15-2010, 08:16 PM
Oh, to hold you close;
Squeeze you tight.
Nuzzle up close,
And whisper sweet things.

To look deeply
Into your sparkling eyes;
Caress the smoothness,
Of your flesh.

To taste,
The sweetest kiss,
In the briefest moment,
That last for an eternity.

Hear your laughter,
Like the music of my life,
And know no other sound,
When you are around.

If only these things would come true.
Then you would know,
How true my love for you.
Then together we would be.

Next word: around

05-15-2010, 08:38 PM
I am

never into things

only ever

forgetting reasons
explaining nothing

I am

wishing I was
into something

next word: wishing

05-15-2010, 09:15 PM
Though the sun is out,
I feel loneliness, so deep.
Though I try hard to hide it,
My smile is no longer real.

Dark sadness has descended;
Crush all happiness I shared.
Life looked so sweet,
Before worlds end.

Though I wept aloud,
My sorrow was not lightened.
The weight only grew,
As memories replayed.

Why is the world so cruel?
Crushing all before it;
Stealing the one,
Leaving me wishing.

Now they have gone,
No way back,
From the greatest sleep,
I am left in the darkest hole.

Next word: hole

05-15-2010, 09:22 PM
through my gut
it opens and
pain slides

the hole that you
you bore into
who I am-
still new

filling the space
of a carved-out loss

recompense, the false sense-
Milton's mighty albatross

next word: mighty

05-15-2010, 09:40 PM
The mouse who squeaks
is not whimpering for mercy.

It is his yawp, his kiai.
He cries "I may be small
but I am

next: noise

05-15-2010, 09:52 PM
the endless banter
between filled glasses
and emptied bottles

the noise I end
my days with

the clinking of ice-
vermouth soaked
olives and toothpicks

the quiet that
settles my night

next word: settle

05-15-2010, 10:13 PM
The march was long,
Across the varied land.
Through weather so cold;
Heat so great.

Young and old alike
Struggling forth.
Ever watchful,

To a new land they came.
In search of bounties promise.
A freedom never know,
In a land of honey.

No thought to those left behind,
Or whose land they take.
For all know they must settle;
Make this land their own.

With death on a gun,
They take what they see is theirs;
Shaping all around,
To suit the needs.

And from the first,
Legends, myths are born.
Bring about the common cause,
That create a people and nation true.

Next word: varied

05-15-2010, 11:26 PM
the response was varied
the rumors less so

everywhere it was
as if I'd
eaten him alive

what did they know?
had they asked me a thing?

I'd spit him out
before the rumors
even started

talk about


the art of
the telling

next word: art

A. Hamilton
05-16-2010, 10:37 AM
bright arpeggios
finger play on strings wound taught
child prodigy

next word: maestro

05-16-2010, 05:13 PM
a challenge to
make it right

perfection's plan
set out perfectly

the execution
is all there is

the maestro's
masterful mess

next word: execution

05-16-2010, 07:13 PM
Should we call the execution?
For the one that failed to see,
That they did not put,
The word we sought
In their verse.

Call the hanging crew,
For the one that turned away from art.

Though you may not agree;
You may even say,
I’m being to severe.
But I do like order,
And a world without rules, you know.

String them up,
This crime caused me such upset.

Or maybe I just thought,
I’d like see what fun it would be,
To cause a stir;
To have a laugh,

Net word: Stir

Albedo of Zero
05-17-2010, 01:17 AM
A stir, they say
was all about
a celebrity and his mistress.
A wife found out
and caused a scene
with golf clubs and some hisses.
A par was all
he thought he'd get
when thinking of Wilt the famous,
but balls are made for every game
and he stroked
when he should've passed this.

Next word: mistake

05-17-2010, 06:10 AM
the reminder
of the mistake

through angry lips
and verbal backhands

the cruetly of none of the give
and all of the take

next word: cruelty

05-17-2010, 07:58 PM
They called me a thief,
But my hunger forced me.
It was only a small piece of bread,
Hard and stale.
Ready for the bin.

They beat me with cruelty,
Before throwing me into the dark.
Cold damp added to my misery;
Rough hands sought me out.
Caring not for my age.

Their need was greater,
Than the hunger I felt.
The smell of sweat stung,
Like pissing in my lung;
Leaving no strength to fight.

After one was done,
Another would find the same use,
Until the jailer came,
To drag me before the court;
The wrinkled wig.

For my crime,
They showed no mercy.
Their Christian faith but for them,
While they sent me off,
To dangle from a rope.

Next word: rope

05-18-2010, 04:35 PM
a rope is
but a noose
in waiting

for a neck to wring
for a call to let go

a twisted cord
unwound for
night's binding

for a death to sting
for a love to show

next word: sting

05-18-2010, 09:19 PM
I’m so busy, so busy, so busy.
Rushing from here to there,
No time for rest.
Not at least till tonight.

She, who must be obeyed,
Demands we work
To keep the young from hunger;
Protect them.

Ever so much to do,
To keep our home cool,
Or warmed when the frost does grow.
So much to do.

With a sting in our tail,
We’ll see you off.
For we know you want,
Our most precious resource.

Like any thief,
We fight you till the end.
For what you wish,
Is to feed our young.

So please get lost,
And leave us alone.
So we can make our honey,
And create some seed.

Next word: Honey

05-18-2010, 11:43 PM
clover or tupelo

belongs only

the length of my back
from the tips of your tongued-fingers

nature's nectar
too sticky-sweet

for this mouth
or for its tasting

next word: length

05-18-2010, 11:56 PM
Measure the length,
Measure it twice.
Just to be sure,
You only have to cut it once.

Use your rule,
And don’t be a fool.
Just follow this simple step,
To make it right.

When you’re done;
All is right,
You’ll thank me for sure;
With everything as it should.

Next word: twice

05-19-2010, 12:05 AM
the reason
is nice

is because
is never



next word: reason

05-19-2010, 01:45 AM
Ya'll need to get a room already. ;)

05-19-2010, 01:52 AM
ummm...what's the next word...I can write a poem using already or...room...or...


I can write about nature or...politics....or cars or something...maybe sports...or...


05-19-2010, 08:28 PM
Sir Otter did think,
The reason we were here,
Was to find a room.
Though he was wrong,
He could not see,
What we were here to do.

Sir Otter did think,
We had come for some big love in.
I sorry to say,
That you could not be more wrong,
Good knight.
We’re just her for the shits and giggles.

Next word: giggles

05-19-2010, 08:42 PM
she giggles when
he says the word "room"
and "love"

when she knows that
he only wants
to sleep

but others think
sweating and mirrors

and she knows that
he only wants
to sleep

the mistakes one makes
when words fit
like a glove

you must see that
he only wants
to sleep

she cringes when he
says the word "wrong"
with a shove

when he assumes
that she doesn't
want to sleep

Sir Otter...
for shits and for

all we wanna do

is sleep!


next word: confusion

05-19-2010, 09:24 PM
To and fro,
In a maze.
No way forward, no way back.

Dark clouds

Unable to see the sense
In words not spoken,
Or is it just my hearing.

Everything so filled
With a foreboding,
So much confusion.

What should it be?
Oh why can’t I decide?
Chips or rice with my curry?

Stuff this,
I think
I’ll just have both.

Next word: Curry

05-20-2010, 06:48 PM
writing a poem using curry
is hard to do in a hurry

especially with Mr. Munster
breathing down your neck

next word: neck

05-20-2010, 07:33 PM
The sweetest fruit is oft,
Something to be wary of.
Though it looks divine,
And smells so fine,
It is filled with the deadliest,
Most toxic poison.
One taste will sending you to doom.

Like a porcelain doll,
Neck slender;
Smoothest skin.
Clothes designed
Just for her.
She is all mans dream.
One touch is too much.

Just as the widow black,
She’ll draw you in;
Enticing with silken lies,
And draw you to your demise.
No escape,
No going back.
The fangs have struck, you are lost.

Once she done,
She moves to the next.
Leaving only the wreck behind;
Taking all else of value
For herself.
After all she has her needs,
And you have the box.

Next word: value

05-20-2010, 07:46 PM
it's not just a question
of how much
when the verdict's gavel falls

it's the dollar's answer
on how just
do your peers find your cause

there is value
there is right

but juries often

get it


next word: cause

05-20-2010, 07:58 PM
The cause was just,
The cause was good,
But it still didn’t bring victory.

They stood against the shirts of black,
Trained soldiers true.
While they fought untrained.

Men from all lands,
Came to stand
Against a dictators way.

In the end,
It was not enough,
And the prison bars trapped a nation.

Next word: prison

05-21-2010, 02:53 AM
its not the bars
that make the prison

or its cold floor and
hard bed and
stone walls

it's the cell's
defined boundaries

the confinement's
determined time

that shut you off
and invite you

to suffer

next word: suffer

05-21-2010, 10:19 AM
I'll suffer for my art it seems,
kill my hope and dye my dreams.

I'll suffer as if I just don't care.
I'll suffer 'til I just can't bear,
to write another single word
and leave my voice alone unheard.

With silence bleeding out my soul,
I'll plug the everlasting hole,
that lives within my sacred heart,
and longs for my last days depart.

Next Word: Depart

05-21-2010, 04:10 PM
an unwrapped mint on the pillow
a capsulated truth to ease the mind

the difficulty with which you swallow
when you leave your heart behind

you arrive and depart in flurries
you leave because you can't stay

grown tired of slow downs and hurries
you turn the bed down-it's only play

next word: play

05-21-2010, 07:45 PM
Laughter following us,
From a time when life’s worries were simple,
Though they seemed so different then.

A time of true friendships;
Parents we knew;
Older siblings to boss us around.

Adventures filled the summer,
Which seem to stretch to short;
School ever closing.

Staying up till late,
Hiding down back gardens,
Or searching for the one.

Picking ripe berries;
Ruining your appetite.
Just leaving enough for the jam pot.

Sunburn stings arms,
Shoulder and back.
Camping in the garden.

Racing fast;
Football in the yard,
Till angry voices chase you off.

Little sisters nagging,
To go along;
You pleading to be free.

All too soon the game is gone,
No more time to play.
For adulthood has taken it away.

In its place,
Happy memories,
And kids to remind of a simpler time.

Next word: nagging

05-21-2010, 07:53 PM
the sense you get
when you feel your
ears burn

but you can't find
the mouth that
is speaking

a nagging notion
that you've invaded
their topics

conversations without

next word: backbone

05-21-2010, 08:21 PM
Stand strong,
Don’t let that knee quake;
Have a bit of backbone
You snivelling little wretch.

Stand your ground,
Don’t let them through.
Open fire:
Let them have it.

Ignore the smell,
Ignore the mud;
The rats;
That your friend is dead.

Fix that trench,
Clean your feet,
So they don’t rot,
We need every man we’ve got.

Have a smoke,
One light,
Don’t let the sniper see.

Now get ready boy.
This is it.
We’ll win the day.
Let’s go over the top.

Keep on moving,
Don’t stop.
Don’t get caught up,
On that barbed wire.

Run like your life depended.
Kill the other man,
Or he’ll kill you.
So stick him good.

See the mist.
Grab a mask.
Hope it helps,
Or find you’re blind.

Watch the newbie,
As he tries to make friends.
Ignore him,
For soon he’ll be dead.

Duck in a hole,
As steel rain falls,
Tearing at the ground;
Catching the unwary.

And so it goes on,
No end in sight.
Hells never ending

Next word: sight

05-21-2010, 10:41 PM
an end in sight
but my eyes strain
not to see it

I shut them
squeeze them tight
and hope it fades away

next word: shut

05-22-2010, 08:17 PM
Down dark streets,
A boy struggles.
Searching for the way,
To a door that is open.

He was given the promise,
A hope.
Something unknown,
Till now.

They said safety resided,
If only he could find
The open door.
So on he goes.

Rain chills in torrents,
Driving all to shelter.
All but the boy,
For he needs the door.

Building tall,
Crowd in.
Only the light of widows,
To guide.

A drunk staggers from an inn;
Off down a side.
While the boy,
He pushes on.

And the rain pours down,
Gathering into sheets,
On roof so high;
Fall upon the lad.

The cold has now gone,
Only the need to keep going,
Fills a mind.
The door forgotten.

Soon a tiredness to great,
Demands he rest,
But just for a little,
He says.

Sleep steals his soul.
He sees a door shut tight.
As he comes close,
It opens before him.

Beyond he finds,
A garden so bright;
Happy friendly faces,
Of ones he has lost.

His mother comes forth,
Welcoming him sadly.
For she hoped,
A long life for her lad.

Next word: lad

05-23-2010, 06:08 AM
a lad will follow you

and carry your worries
and your purse-
he has to

he'll cling to you

and let you hurt him
and lie-
he wants to

he's just



next word:


A. Hamilton
05-23-2010, 11:43 AM
in the mirror
I see my youth

I'm light of foot
with twinkly eyes

my speech is fresh
my heart is strong

in the mirror
I see ahead

where what should be
will surely come

hold my head,
gaze deep inside;
for my mirror
is your eyes

next word:

05-23-2010, 04:25 PM
you can see in the eyes
as they wince and lash-close
that you've gone too far
without knowing it

as the brow furrows and
the bridge of the nose is pinched
you are certain that your
reflection is wilting

your daughter's withdrawn look
as you tell her the truth
when her eyes glaze blank
and you wish she'd been a mirror

next word: glaze

05-23-2010, 07:39 PM
Through glazed eyes,
I watch you when you turn away.
When your gaze falls upon me,
I hide behind the fear.

Tomorrow you will say,
How sorry you are.
That it was my fault;
You love me true.

Deep down,
I doubt your words.
Though I believe
You are right.

I must try harder,
To prove to you,
How good I can be.
That you need no other but me.

And when I fail,
For I sure I must.
I shall accept your fist,
Suffer the pain in silence.

In the morrow I shall accept,
The job of covering up,
The bruise you’ve given,
Know it was entirely my fault.

In those times when alone,
I shall not doubt my love for you.
With the glaze over my reason,
I have no doubts.

Next word: covering

05-23-2010, 08:26 PM
your heart shelters me,
beats through the split seconds
that mine skips when I
see you, feel you
holding yours open for me
to crawl into

every drop of time that
falls between us,
giving us life, red
and warm, covering wounds
bringing our souls to bare
it's all so new

how we long
for this feeling
to get old

next word: long

05-23-2010, 08:44 PM
Through many twists and turns,
We travel this great journey.
Never knowing the end,
Till too late.

Long roads stretch before us,
Yet few miles we may travel.
Time will seem to last,
But a blink on the eye.

We might find joy,
Sadness for sure;
We shall continue though,
To voyage on.

Next word: continue

05-23-2010, 08:50 PM
the momentum of superiority
that drives you,
steers you, as on a bicycle,
wobbling wheels and rusty spokes,
careening into a blackberry bush,
with thorns so thin that they
feel like splinters when you
collide with its center, when
you continue to pedal and
nothing moves

next word: splinter

05-23-2010, 09:19 PM
Look inside,
See the splinter of a mind,
Cracked beyond the reason.

Observe my madness,
Close at hand.
As I babble on.

Is what I see real?
Or is it the effects of
An over active psyche?

Was all that I have seen?
Maybe it was the smack,
Too much?

I can not say.
Though for sure,
I must be a fool.

For they have said,
Often enough,
As a child.

So I have grown,
In that knowledge,
I am mad.

Next word: knowledge

05-23-2010, 09:43 PM
it's having too much of
a terrible thing

the way the shivers
pinch at your skin
from the inside

it's keeping the string
tight for the walking

the experimentation with
a body's knowledge
set aside

next word: experimentation

05-23-2010, 10:03 PM
The scientist stood,
Before his greatest creation.
Much experimentation,
Had led to this moment.

He flips a switch,
As the lightning descends;
Watches with fevered brow;
On the verge of insanity.

Power courses,
Sparks fly;
Failure looks certain.
Anger courses.

But wait,
Is there a sign.
Has this creature,
Now come to life.

It’s alive,
Are the words that escape.
For he has done,
What other thought unfeasible.

And so the being rises,
Like a new born,
It sees no harm.
So searches for friendship.

Soon other out of fear,
Try to destroy,
The miracle made,
Driving it to run.

Its maker hunts it down,
Across the frozen waste.
To bring about an end;
Destruction to them both.

Next word: frozen

05-24-2010, 07:33 AM
Stiff as a board,
feet glued, floored,

To and fro ended,
body suspended,

Mind played trick
stopped with a click.

Next Word: Whales

05-24-2010, 06:46 PM
Is that Wales or Whales, you say.
My eyes are not quite sure,
They like to wobble a bit,
Which it makes it real hard sometimes.

No matter for I know the difference when I see the two.
One is very green and full of song.
Though the other sings, it’s not as big;
Grey on the edges, unless it’s blue.

Of course I am forgetting,
You could mean the prince,
The one with the big nose;
A head full of air.

As you can tell I’m not much of royalist,
But I do like those big mammals, some say are fish,
And then there is that land of songsters,
A nice place for a visit.

Next word: nose

05-25-2010, 01:07 AM
The nose knows of the body's aim.
A scented subject and a scenting game.

What plays with heart's desire?
An innate push on Pleasure's buyer!

A sweet burst!; Olfaction.
A matter defined by creed.
Who would know our history if all we did was breed?

And so we take the shores of pheromones
and stake them with the soul.
A confusing bout of misery in making humans whole.

We’re into this push, it’s to and fro,
physical, spiritual, demanding that humans grow.

Or its meaning demander unto the whole
steering the course of the body’s role.

How do we choose or don’t to let our scents
move our bodies by and to what sense?

Or how do we choose or don’t to let our sense
move our bodies by and to what scents?

It could be one bout of nature’s lure
which moves us on to what’s next in store.

What but an act of something larger?
We took life out of tense.
The twist of blood and body,
So subjective to this sense.

next word: moving

05-25-2010, 08:24 PM
Finally the day is here,
Moving too stressful.
Week and more,
Packing, bagging, boxing up.
Looking for those think that were meant to wait,
Just to find it got in a crate.

Arguments over silly things,
Have you been in the loft?
Is the garden shed been seen to?
Check the garage one more time, will you?
And so it goes on.

Then on the big day,
The workmen with little care.
Loading the van as they see fit,
No care that you have a plan.
We’re the experts they say,
As the fragile box takes a fall.

All this is never the end,
What we mange in a week or two.
For you know that some boxes will remain,
In a loft, cellar or spare room,
Still hiding neatly those forgotten memories.

Next word: crate

05-25-2010, 11:23 PM
there's a crate in the corner
it has my name on it
you can't move it
believe me, I've tried

the red writing was painted
see where it ran down the nail's hollows
if you dust it off you can read it

FRAGILE-funny how the "e" is silent

next word: silent

05-25-2010, 11:47 PM
Lover stare,
In silent wonder.
Lost in each others gaze,
Knowing only the feeling shared.

On the phone,
Never ending chitter chatter.
Words like wine,
Generously flow.

Lips locking,
Hands holding.
Drives to Loving Lane.
Passions released.

Knowing their the one,
Friends jealous,
Soon to poison spread.
Just informing.

The great split comes,
No need for the cheat.
But the pain still tears demand.
Until you next do stand in silent wonder.

Next word: demand

05-27-2010, 06:36 AM
a sitting dream
cushions strained to hold it
legs scraping the floor
as you all but drag it

to the desk, the keyboard,
to the only empty space that
can support it without
collapsing beneath it

the weight demands respect
so heavy the writer's what if

next word: beneath

05-27-2010, 08:07 PM
Under silent water,
The shark stocks the prey.
Happy to wait till darkness take the day.
Following the smoking hulk,
As it lumbers beneath cold sky.

The watch keep vigil,
Till moonlight rises.
Slowly the wolf shark comes up to hunt,
Stocking time is over;
It’s time to catch another mark.

Eight skull tell of victories past,
As the sleek hunter chases;
The reeking bulk continues unknowing,
Yet eager eyes look for a telling sign,
But in the great expanse too easily missed.

Soon the hunter strikes,
With streaking fish,
It bring fire and death,
To the weary ship;
Survivors’ struggle to abandon the sinking wreck.

In oily waters,
They fight away from the sucking ship.
Surprise replaced the fear,
As the wolf appears;
Its captain offers aid.

And so this was,
When men died in lines.
Sadly by the next great killing time,
All this was gone and orders came,
To leave the survivors' to their own.

Next word: suvivors'

05-27-2010, 08:20 PM
it's being alone
even when the room
is shaking with
life, laughter, and love

those who walk past
do just that,
they pass by
and you are what is left

unnoticed in the corner
a swirling straw against ice
you tip your glass
it's not enough to sip

a night out with strangers
who call themselves friends
a survivor in the morning
of the night's ruthless quaking

next word: ruthless

05-27-2010, 08:45 PM
Dark, penetrating, cold as ice.
Eyes that tell of the malice within.
When they turn on you,
Give a nod; keep the anger under a hat.

If a challenge is made,
It comes from the back,
So be sure your buds’ have it covered.

Flashes of gold will show a rank,
Though not the frozen soul within.
Scarred remains of the emotions,
Make life too cheap.

So be aware,
When you come down to look,
At these ruthless streets,
You’ll be just another piece of meat.

Next word: nod

05-27-2010, 09:12 PM
to the gallery,
you are a curtsy-
to the balcony,
only a nod

feet flat
you pan
the audience
for his face
almost forgotten

all you hear or see
is empty applause

next word: audience

05-27-2010, 09:27 PM
Before his great royalness I came,
Seeking an audience to plead my case,
He took one look,
Upon my ragged garb,
And had me thrown out.

In the court yard I did despair,
Till a man of noble dress,
Did ask of my distress.

I explained as quickly as I could,
Of my plight so dire,
A wife that sold my child,
To feed a habit;
Now I look to have returned that son of mine.

So the gentleman offered to help,
For a price and I happily paid,
But that was the last I saw.

I must admit though,
He did not take what was not for him,
For my son came home,
Full of praise,
For that noble knight.

Though now he may think differently,
For I have him working hard, like a dog,
To keep me filled with drink.

Next word: habit

05-27-2010, 09:54 PM
a lost reply
spoken words
typewritten into
the habit of
saying goodnight

without an
I love you
without a
next time
when you discover
you're only an excuse

next word: monotony

05-28-2010, 07:31 PM
When I first read the challenge,
I was sure it said Monopoly,
And so I was ready to say something about,
The racing shoe,
Being run down,
Ironed out,
And chewed by a dog.

Then I looked again;
Saw how wrong I was.
How my furry eyes or is that funny,
Had so deceived.

So I took my time to read,
Monotony and thought,
I much preferred when I thought of Monopoly

Next word: preferred

05-29-2010, 06:22 PM
eating a watermelon
down to the rind
green and sour
then bitter and tough

if you only
taste the pulp
suck the juice
of seed-filled redness

you can't say
which is preferred

next word: rind

05-29-2010, 07:42 PM
Sundays are never the same,
Without a slab of toast.
Thick with butter,
Dripping from an edge.

I know what you’re thinking,
But I haven’t finished,
On this journey
To a coronary event.

The toast is just the start,
For you’ll need an egg or two;
Bacon with the rind still on;
Black pudding or do you call it blood.

Tatty scones and Scots dumpling too.
Oh, I’m forgetting the slice,
Lorne square sausage to you,
And bangers, without the mash.

Oh what a feast;
Still I’m sure I’m forgetting something.
Ah, fried bread;
It’s got to be plain.

Now this is the way,
To begin a Sunday.
Clogging up arteries,
Ready for the week.

Next word: fried

05-31-2010, 07:42 PM
skillets slick
bacon grease thick
drippings for gravy
and seasoning

my mama's cooking
fried chicken
corn-mealed catfish
breaded okra

family reunions
to feed the soul

next word: reunion

05-31-2010, 09:09 PM
Time has rush away,
Since that goodbye.
Where it has gone,
No one knows.
If only we could rewind,
Like they do in the flickering pictures.

No need for this sad reunion,
No missing years.
Where did that feeling go?
How did we survive that empty time?

We can truthfully lie,
And say, “You haven’t changed.”
For we can see through the aging,
To that youthful smile,
Twinkling eyes,
Of who we were.

If only we knew then,
The deepness of the loss.
But now we can try again,
If the clock will gives a little longer.

Next word: pictures

06-01-2010, 05:03 AM
thoughts knotted like
candlewicking, flattened
colors faded from
the wash

pictures from memory
needled into fabric
an outline of where
we used to be

pointed and fashioned
given a fancy name
when all it is
is simple threading

next word: simple

A. Hamilton
06-01-2010, 07:31 AM
easy, over easy
please. and thank you too

tomorrow I will be leaving
today I will have eggs

buttered toast
fresh orange juice
bacon cooked just so

tomorrow you'll forget me
today we will have eggs

next word:

Appalachian Writer
06-01-2010, 07:39 AM
Water flows down the creek,
carrying bits and pieces of its earthen border.
Rooted on the bank,
I long to flow,
to move with abandon
and wash along
with whatever I touch,
I am bound
to this ordinary ground
unable to send
one ripple along the way.
The water-eyes twinkle in the sun
and I avert my gaze,
my stagnant feet
ladened with regret.

Next word: stagnant

06-01-2010, 06:58 PM
Along the fallen tree,
Like tightrope walk I go.
To cross the smelly waters;
To catch a frog,
In youthful joy.

Friends shouting hurry ups,
Sun burning uncovered skin, unnoticed.
Out in to the midst of the stagnant waters,
Local place of adventurous boys.
The great swamp,
Really only a shallow pond.

But here is where pirates roam,
Gators feast;
The bog monster lives.
Where grown men never come.
A place for the bravest boys.

So we cross to catch a frog,
No ordinary amphibian,
But the biggest, ugliest in all the world,
Just to scare the girls.
And then it happens,
That slip.

Into the stale wetness,
A foot descends.
A smell most disgusting,
To carry home.
A shoe filled with slime.

Next word: tightrope

06-01-2010, 10:36 PM
you walk it
on toes
arms out

a tightrope
of understanding
suspended in
rapt belief

you don't ask
so he won't answer
you look down
and it's over

next word: rapt

06-02-2010, 12:06 AM
You hold my heart,
Without me knowing how.
Capture my being,
In rapt adore.
No escape.

Though I know,
It can only end with hurt and pain;
You care not for me,
I am caught.

Like a moth in the night,
Seeing a light.
Drawn by its deathly beauty,
Till the flames devour;
Turning all to ash.

Next word: deathly

06-02-2010, 12:44 AM

your lips


killing my soul

Next word: Charm

06-02-2010, 02:59 AM

your charm
sucks the life
from me

but I still
think you're

though your
love is
razor sharp


next word: sharp

06-02-2010, 08:27 PM

Hopefully only hair,
Leaving my flesh alone.

With years of skill,
You would think,
I could do it without a nick.

But the sharp blade has other plans,
It wants the blood sacrifice.

All it takes,
Is a moment’s hesitation,
Or a distracted second.

And then you’ll bleed,
More than such a small wound should.

The evil blade shall demand again,
More red be spilled.

This is the price,
Of keeping the clean look.

Next word: price

Appalachian Writer
06-02-2010, 09:38 PM
"Act like a tramp;
pay the tramp's price."
That's what her mother said,
She wept,
stroked her stomach,
and closed that door.
Before she slid
into the red car's seat,
she whispered,
"You're not a price to pay,
little one.
You're life's lottery prize."

Next word: prize

06-02-2010, 10:27 PM
I might have second,
I don’t care.
It could be third;
It still wouldn’t matter.

First would have been better,
Yet is it that great.

I got a prize,
All the same.
I’m a winner,
For a change.

I got second place,
In the pub raffle.

Next word: raffle

06-03-2010, 05:59 PM
R iver
A rden,
F lying
F ish
L eaped
E ffortlessly!

Next Word: heredity

06-03-2010, 07:35 PM
My nose is big,
Ears flap too much;
Hair is thinning,
More than I wish.

Who’s to blame?
I can’t say.
Some one from the past,
I’m sure.

Maybe a distant relative,
Or two.
Some would easily,
Put it all down to Heredity,

But I’m no-one in my family,
Was ever named that.
And if it was this Heredity dude.
I’d like to kick his ass.

Next word: blame

06-03-2010, 08:31 PM
it wasn't the shouting
over taking out the trash
or because my mom
invited us for dinner

or the way my eyes watered
when I thought of how
I never told him to leave
and should have

it wasn't the way I
washed his clothes for him
dress shirts only
to keep them from wear

or the echo in my head
of his voice
telling me that no one
else could love me

it wasn't trying to tiptoe
while he was sleeping
even though the rest
of the house was living

or the way I let him
demean me with orders
and restrictions
and rolled eyes that did it

it's that
I always

and that

next word: restriction

06-03-2010, 11:46 PM
Oh no,
Not the way.
Do it this way.
Go round that way.

Sorry the road is closed.
One way.
Speed bumps ahead.

Don’t worry,
You’re free to join,
Any age.
As long as you’re over…

Everywhere you look.
Holding you back?

Or maybe,
It’s for our own good.
To keep us safe.
Then again…

Next word: bumps

06-03-2010, 11:55 PM
it's not supposed to stop you

the unexpected rise,
the downward slope into
flattened openness

where the sunburnt road
blisters your bare feet
at the crease of the bumps

you don't speed
you can't move
you're on fire

next word: crease

06-04-2010, 07:23 PM
Steam billows.
Why can’t he do this himself?

First his shirt,
The lazy bugger.
Then his trousers too.
And watch the crease, he says.

As if I’ve not done this before.
What does he take me for?

Bloody ironing, what a chore.
And I’ve still got the dishes;
Kids to pick up.
While he moans about trousers.

Don’t know how easy!!!

Not like women,
We knuckle down.
We struggle on.
We get the job done.

But men!!!
They’re half the job.

Do they ever thank us?
Not unless they want something else.
If only it lasted a little longer.
Long enough for us a well.

Yet I smile; hand him his clothes;
Throwing them on, he’s gone.

Next word: chore

06-04-2010, 11:27 PM
stringing lights
banisters wrapped
garland heavy
shedding green

needles swept
dustpan emtpied
a chimney's crackle
santa's scene

cookie crumbles
soured milk
wadded paper
a chore to clean

next word: sour

06-05-2010, 12:27 AM
How bitter the hour when sweet versus sour,
over which two siblings fight.
What the third knows and shows as she goes,
is that salty is the only true right.

Next: fire

06-05-2010, 04:27 PM
blue flashpoints with no explanation
and seared-slick skin, oozing raw from
a breeze that drops you to your knees

digging beneath the bubbling surface
the fire's scrapes its hot tines in crooked lines
down your opened back until you're screaming

a stove left unwatched
a quilt left too close
and it's always, always your fault

next word: breeze

06-05-2010, 07:27 PM
The air whispers you name,
As the trees sigh,
In sadness great.

The cruel world has taken you,
Leaving me alone,

If only we had never met,
Yet I cherish the pain,
Of the memory.

It reminds me cruelly,
I survived,
Though at times.

Then on the breeze,
I hear you voice,
Telling of love lost.

Scented flower,
Reminders of your fragrance,
That filled my senses.

And then in my mind,
I can see you here,
Just for a moment.

So the turmoil goes on,
Sleep never found.
Only the empty pain inside.

Next word: fragrance

06-05-2010, 09:51 PM
brown sugar-vanilla
pina colada soaked skin
oils and lotions
that clothe me through summer

the frangrance
that lingers
on the tips of
your fingers

long after
I've walked away

next word: vanilla

06-06-2010, 02:40 AM
Summer sun sets and pink lights start to fade
Sticky fingered siblings bring an end to their day.
They sit on the porch, each smiling, sweet,
having the finished last of their well deserved treat
the trio together returns again indoors,
leaving their discarded bowls on the floor.

Next word: shard

06-06-2010, 04:32 AM
waiting til the sun falls

it doesn't set
it hides

breaking across
my shoulders
my back

streaking, burning
lines etched
in flesh

shards of glass
light reflecting
as if the day
were dying

prisms spreading
colors shedding
hours away
from another
blind night

next word: hours

06-06-2010, 08:22 PM
Like thunder,
The heart of the clock measures;
Restlessly I wait.

The more I try,
The greater my eye is drawn;
The face seems to laugh.

Seem like hours;
Still the wait goes on.

It drills inside,

Next word: inside

06-09-2010, 06:31 AM
stippled memories-
remnants of words
that you shouldn't
have said

creeping through
the spaces, hurt
settling to fill
the blanks

between what's
inside your heart now
and what used to be


next word: stipple

A. Hamilton
06-09-2010, 08:54 AM
dark eyes squint
beneath furrowed brow
unfamiliar to light

I speak your new name
your gaze meets mine
in recognition

I draw you near
skin to skin
heartbeat against heartbeat

again your lucid gaze
and now your flailing hands
I envelop them in mine

the warmth could be mine
could be yours
comfort to us both

I nuzzle my nose
against your scalp
breath your perfect scent

teased by a memory
of my own beginning
I kiss your flawless cheeks

so this is where it begins
and what we come back to

this is where the soul
begins it's journey
and remembers the light

next word: chaos

06-09-2010, 09:34 PM
No order,
No sense.
Chaos reigns.

Streets filled
With angry crowds.

Authority under attack,
At injustice done.

Fire bomb bursting,
Flames consuming.
Cars, buildings,

Peoples’ reason,
In heated exchanges.

Through the dark hours,
The battle rages,
For the street.

Each side,
Points the finger away.

No-one ready to accept the blame,
For the riot that consumes.

And once over,
Little change,
Little is learnt.

Next word: riot

06-11-2010, 10:33 PM
One is all it took,
to start a movement
from here to there,
people pounded pavement.

One is the warrior,
who made word heard
from there to here,
winds of war stirred.

One is the weapon
started the blood,
around the world,
created a flood.

Next Word: Uranium

Appalachian Writer
06-12-2010, 03:48 AM
Uranium glows at night
some say,
like some demented firefly
tempting a new mistress.
Madame Curie
died of radiation poisoning
others say,
too enrapt with discovery
to see the danger
in beauty.

Nest word: discovery

06-12-2010, 07:19 PM
Like gazing on a new land,
Like seeing the first sunrise,
Or smelling the fragrance of a newly discovered flower,
Is how I feel when I see you.

Darkness reigns when you are gone.
Like the sun has descended in to an abyss,
Leave the world cold.

My mind whirls with thoughts,
Memories, of you.
The way your smile lights the soul;
The symphony of you laugh.

But these vanish too soon,
With void left in your wake,
And shadows remain.

The discovery of our love,
Should have been eternal.
Then you found another;
Leaving me a fracture being.

Next word: abyss

A. Hamilton
06-13-2010, 10:19 AM
before the wake-
morning black and windless,
-I claw at empty night.

that memory
always that memory

your breath, once warm
and now gone-so the mirror says

one compression, two..
two compression, three!

no warmth-
just a sputter,
spent air held too long,
from lungs without their heart

you blubber against my cheek
my fists against your chest

gone now
yet so close-
what were your last words?

I know you are calling,
asking everyone about me...
how do I reach you?
how can I walk so far?

this separation -
they call it a following,
yet your ghost is vague,

I stop and rest
in the meadow..
you know the one,
we always meant to go there.

chamomile blooms
a whisper against my toes,
no longer ticklish-
that feeling left me with you-
I stop fighting and drift into a dream,
soon, the songs of angels

I will follow you there
I will follow you there

next word: lucid

06-13-2010, 07:31 PM
that moment when you wave goodbye
because you can't really say it
and you're not sure you mean it

that moment is what you dread
and you know it's coming

that inevitable moment is what has you
clutching at his lust for you
looking for ways to make him stay

that moment is what you crave
even if you don't know it

that moment, at once lucid and fleeting
is what keeps you sane and willing
believing that it's for the best

you wave because you can't say it
and the moment comes and goes
that's how you picture it,
how you pray it will end

next word: pray

06-13-2010, 07:41 PM
Weariness drawing,
Sapping all clear thought.
Cold biting,

The only need,
One wish,
To keep on moving.

Hoping for a lift soon,
On this empty snowy road.

Wind driving,
The last vestige of cold,
But the warmth is illusory.

Keep moving,
Don’t stop.
Must keep going.

So tired,
Just need sleep, just a moment.

Have to keep going,
Can’t stop,
A lucid voice cries from the depths,
Don’t stop.

Each step drains,
Just a moment,
And then I go on.

Just a second or two,
Then I go on.

Next word: sapping

06-13-2010, 07:46 PM
To the higher power,
So we pray.
Hoping beyond hope,
That we be heard.
But in time hard,
With energies sapping,
Our belief wanes,
And then from the unknown,
We find our weight is gone.
So we thank the great power that be.


Next word: power

A. Hamilton
06-17-2010, 11:28 AM
'this stone is weak'
Grandpa knew his rocks.
I dropped mine and listened

'three skips is just practice,
the talent shows
in a swift snap,
send that rock
to the shore.
think of it as freedom.'

this didn't make sense to me-
I still had my will,
and challenges
were knotted jump ropes

but elbow high
I flung that stone
eyes closed on distant wishin'

sun brightened beach,
no chemo treatments
a banjo picking nightly

cider brewed with cinnamon
bedtime stories told by moonlight

'the fireflies will come-
tonight the moon is full
I will wave to you my child
with love from distant shore'

I turned and he was gone
my Pa -my Mentor Grande-
and there across the river
a glimmer-my stone-

splashed against the other side

next word:

06-17-2010, 08:00 PM
Looking close,
Flip a switch,
So to study on the screen.

Can it be?
Check the original,
To be sure.

Juxtapose them,
In the hope you see a flaw,
But no, it’s true.

Clearly this is it,
We’ve made the breakthrough,
They’re the same.

Now we’re sure,
We can do it,
And clone Elvis for a song.

Next word: clone

06-19-2010, 04:01 PM
the hamster's wheel spinning
scurrying feet going nowhere

a mother's mind as it worries
hopeless with fear

a determination you can't clone
a weariness that strips the soul

when her child is late and
only the phone rings

next word: wheel

Albedo of Zero
06-20-2010, 03:58 AM
Behind the wheel
of a '97 something
that rattles on a get-go
and steams when I ask too much,
I wonder how
your life
is going.

It was '97
when you left;
steamed out and rattleless.
You were done.

I bought a new car;
together, we've seen the world.

next word: travel

06-20-2010, 10:31 PM
T urn
R ight
A round
V ery
E asily,
L earn.

Next Word: Molasses

A. Hamilton
06-21-2010, 10:03 AM
butter medallions
molasses moon
copper pot
and wooden spoon

golds and browns
wind scattered green
dust the sun porch
crowd the screen

tobacco's taste
yesterday's pipe
apples and amber
matches that strike

harmonica hum
squeak of a chair
twilight twinkles

and Grandpa is here

next word: ghost

06-21-2010, 04:45 PM
I was ironing clothes when
the back door creaked open

the morning-cool air slipped in and
grabbed my ankles until they froze

through the space in the door I saw
the pecan tree bending,

and heard her voice as the clothes
hanging from the line started flapping

the ghost who came that first day
of my second Florida winter

brought the comforting warmth
I could never get from ironing

next word: iron

06-23-2010, 08:12 PM
Anger rising,
Kept under control.
Refraining for name calling,
Under the iron gaze,
Of the cold hearted.

So easy to lose it,
To easy to shout and scream,
So hard to keep the control.

Called a liar,
More than once;
Made to feel like a cheat.
Then told you are sanctioned;
No money to keep you family.

With a sneer,
Told to beg a loan,
When you ask how to feed the kids.

A supervisor is not found,
But a climb-down is done,
As you ask for the form,
To make a complaint.
The iron gaze shows a crack.

Next word: control

06-23-2010, 08:30 PM
Like two hands squeezing my throat until all the life oozes out of me.

You say it's love.

I call it control.

Next word: Appointment

06-24-2010, 05:10 AM
Enjoying each day

at my own leisurely pace

I've nowhere to be

All the time to waste

It's my decision

It's my choice

I enjoy this simple chair

I love the sound of my own voice

I do have an appointment

Unscheduled you see

To make it or miss it

is up to me

Why depart?

Who says change brings dreams?

There are no promises

that say joy awaits me

Though I must not lie,

joy does sound nice

But uncertainty and doubt

What a price!

I can't do this anymore

this guessing fit

Why not take the chance

I'll go for it

I'll save the date,

and see for myself

Just what's in store

What's so good for my health

There may be no safety...

I may find no rest...

It may be riddled in failure...

Or worse, success...

I digress

What's one more day?

Tempting, tempting

I must say

No cancel that offer

I'm due for an appointment

It's in my best interest

Not to miss the event

This time I will commit

I shall worry no more

If you want me, find me

Behind destiny's door

And who knows?

Upon making it there

I may even find

A more comfortable chair

Next Word: Tempting

06-24-2010, 04:40 PM
there's no safety in the tempting
when your own heart's the one
dancing and singing to the
sway of a planned-for tease

it's never enough to simply
see him, touch him,
and then you're right back
where you started from

next word: start

06-24-2010, 08:59 PM

And off they run,
To cheering crowds;
Excited faces.

Clambering over,
Or under
Obstacles in the way.

Parents scream,
Come on Joe,
Come on Penny.

Camera’s whirl and flash,
Adults push for the perfect place,
To get the perfect picture memory.

Then it’s over,
The first race of the School Sports Day;
Time to start the next

Next word: school

06-28-2010, 05:50 AM
when you're not sure how to
tie your shoes and
your hair is cut shorter than
you asked your mom to cut it

school is the last place you
want to debut your new backpack
when you know everyone will only
look at your jacked up bangs

next word: place

(this was tough, didn't know how to use school) :)

06-28-2010, 06:42 AM
I want to be the one you think of
at all the red lights
and to hold that special place
when the dead-time
floats around your mind
like dust settles on grandma's china cabinet

I want to invade your dreams
and make you ache inside
for my voice
my breath
my touch


next word: quiver

06-28-2010, 06:15 PM
it isn't fair to me that no matter
how hard I try to imagine you away
eating foods that I know you hated
listening to music we didn't listen to
driving down roads that we never
talked about or travelled

I still can't avoid the feeling I get
when the shower's water hits my stomach
the heat, the wet, the quiver, the burn
as if the cuts were even deeper on the surface

next word: surface

06-28-2010, 06:42 PM
How to stir the truth?
How to make you say?

Each day,
A struggle,
A fight.

Calm breezes,
Turned slow to rage storms.
Eventually the hurricane,

And below the surface,
You still won’t say.

Next word: storms

06-28-2010, 07:25 PM
Rolling on, sliding in cascades via south
Where stains on the sky crawl into its mouth.
Lines, sketches burning; shining on the wall.
We wait for the first dancers from the squall.


06-29-2010, 12:34 AM
I had morals
that I gave up in your arms.
The only secrets I have
were made in your arms as well.

When I say no
you ask me to reconsider.
When I cry
you say it's okay, cause you're there.

But you're never really there,
you just forget me.
And you have the audacity to say
I *mess* with people.



06-29-2010, 01:44 AM
to learn
how the heart
heals from agony
the simple lesson of love taught
parables leaving
morals to
live on

Next Word: linger

06-29-2010, 02:16 PM
Like smoke
Your love lingers
in the air I breathe

Bring on the Fabreze.

next word: smoke

06-29-2010, 09:09 PM
Drifting emotions,
Only with time.

Burning deep.
A fire,

Only a smoke trail.
Suffuse with healing,
From the tick-tock.

Next word: suffuse

06-30-2010, 06:45 AM
Purple ink suffused the page
colored brown with tea stains,
found between the wooden eaves
stuck to orange and yellow leaves
contained a letter from the president
who used to reside at this residence.

Next Word: Lagoon

A. Hamilton
06-30-2010, 10:35 AM
we swam
in the shallows
blue moon

'once in a lifetime,'
they said

but I knew,
and so did you-
this was the life

time had run out

next word: finale

06-30-2010, 09:02 PM
you say
will never happen
oh clouds cry and the darkness sighs
for a finale
that denies

Next word: Levee

06-30-2010, 09:45 PM
Rodent burrows weaken,
The earth embankment
That stands against the storm.

To make a nest;
Raise a family,
Burrow, burrow.

But now the storm,
Crashes in;
Floods the home.

As the levee crumbles,
The muskrats run,
Without a care

And the people are left to wail,
As loved ones are lost,
To the rodents flood.

Next word: crumbles

06-30-2010, 11:31 PM
Foundations crumble.
Diamonds don't.
The rock on your finger survives
the crash, though you almost did not.



07-01-2010, 12:02 AM
Dancing light,
A kaleidoscope
Of colour, bright.

Expensively hard won,
Stone harder than all
Mohs saw.

A lady’s desire;
Man’s sign of commitment.

A diamond ring.

Next word: kaleidoscope

07-01-2010, 05:26 AM
Shards in the eyes for a sight of the shores
Unseen before. When the light blinks, it spins;
When the flecks dance to Ravelišn scores,
Twirling on the tip of celestial pins,
They float in and out, tigers in their prowl
Between the sśx and the scimitar blades.
Where the whirls whisper deep in their jowl
And the fleeting make their escapades.


A. Hamilton
07-01-2010, 11:47 AM
your stance-
the opening clue

I would not scan
beyond your blue

my assignation-
away from you

nothing to fan,
the ember cooled

next: tryst

07-01-2010, 07:25 PM
Secret letter,
Read in a private moment,
With heaving breath.

Excited tingles,
Touching loins.
Greed grows,
An itchy need.

In cool evening air,
The lovers’ tryst,
To scratch their desire.

For her but a game,
Yet her young lover,
Wants so much more.

Through arduous excess,
He tries to convince,
To no avail,
As money speaks too loud.

Next word: avail

07-02-2010, 06:02 AM
The problem with me
is that I believed in ever after --
even when it all smacked me in the face
like a big cold hand.
I've always avoided romance novels
and have often said,
"I'm a realist."

I wonder now,
if I've ever bought into it
or if I've just convinced myself
that I might matter.
All my efforts,
have after all,
availed me nothing,
but a head that hurts
and a heart that weeps.

new word: maniacal

07-02-2010, 08:50 AM
pounding keys
at the piano
calling forth maniacal tunes
hidden in his soul
seeking grace
or just

Next word: betrayed

07-02-2010, 10:30 PM
Behind a locked door.
The car in the drive.


Anywhere to escape.
Tears building.

How could they?
Your friend,
Your love.

Next word: uncaring

07-02-2010, 11:18 PM
Dead fee, dead friends; dead self the same.
I know what doesn't die; but never gave a damn.


07-03-2010, 05:16 AM
Your word is pika? Like the rodent thingy?

07-03-2010, 06:04 AM
Your word is pika? Like the rodent thingy?

Yes. Yes it is.

07-03-2010, 06:57 AM
Pika, pika, peekaboo,
if you don’t bite me,
I won’t bite you.

Peeka, peeka a child’s game,
and like the theme,
this rhyme is lame.

Next word: River

07-03-2010, 07:31 PM
Somewhere beyond the river
there is an ending.
And there, too, a beginning.


Next word: obtuse

07-03-2010, 11:58 PM




New Word: Meridian

07-04-2010, 08:02 PM
High noon,
And a gun fight.

Or did you think of something else?

Maybe a trip,
Across longitudes unknown;
Lands to be discovered.

Maybe you come from there?

Next word: unknown

07-05-2010, 12:09 AM
When a woman sends you a letter
filled with her love and pain
you can say:
no thank you,
yes please,
I'll think about it (mountains are heavy),
but you cannot
stick on "return to sender
address unknown".

Next word: cosmic

07-06-2010, 08:59 PM
Hey man,
See the peace,

The hippie wandered off,
Thinking how cosmic it was.

Mud squelched,
Between toes;
The music rolled through the rain.

What a happening it was.
A happening that was planned.

So the half a million hippies gathered,
At the Yasgur’s dairy farm;
Spent the weekend.

And remembered it for a life,
Making rock history.

Next word: rock

07-07-2010, 04:02 AM
She swallowed a rock
to weigh her down
after his words left her willowy
and without her head.

She swallowed a shovel
to lift the rock
so that she could think
once more.

Her stomach ached
but her mind never knew
she laid down
at a construction site
and remembered her name.

Next word: sludge

07-08-2010, 10:54 PM
Gag at the stink.
Human sludge,
Backed up into a basement.


Cleaning the concrete floor.
Wishing for a better job.
Hope sapping.

Next word: sapping

07-08-2010, 11:27 PM
you are
the sun
in my world






Next word: Lightning

07-09-2010, 12:51 AM
She felt her hackles rise - tiny hairs ringing praise to invisible energy.

Next came a crackle, then a thump between her shoulder blades. She turned to confront her imagined adversary.

Cut To Black.

She awoke moments later to strangers fussing round her. The smell of burnt hair saturated the air.

Euphoria washed over her - attacked by Mother Nature, yet she'd survived.

Next word - Raw

07-09-2010, 01:24 AM
Odd harmonics, their own odd harmonics,
A note, sliding down, to return once more;
Several notes shy of philharmonics
And we moved, feet a-light, thrashing the floor.


07-12-2010, 06:42 PM
Honk, honk.
Beep, beep, beep.
Five for a pound.
Hi hon…
Yeah I’m on…
You told me th…
Whatdayeah think ya doin’
Get out a the road…

The raw sounds of the city,
The philharmonic show of life,
The orchestra that drives the beat,
The music of the street.

Next word: street

07-15-2010, 09:31 AM
? - ?, ?
. . . ,
. . . .


07-16-2010, 10:41 PM
Incarceration by age.

Kids gone.
Moved away,
Hardly phone.

Faded to memories.

Only a box
Of strangers,
To remind of the world.

And the never ending
Wait for the reaper.

Next word: faded

Albedo of Zero
07-19-2010, 09:08 AM
The jeans, a tear, a faded edge
where memories peep out
from knee, a scar, a faded wound
from stopping me about
to run
to beg
to forgive undue
when you did all you could
to hurt
to tear
to fade away
from the heart you tore in two.

next word: runaway

07-21-2010, 04:32 AM
what drove you
to the street?

what darkness
was worse
than this corner?

what home colder
this night?

what straw
made you
trade in

the inevitable

for this uncertainty?

next word: Swimming

07-21-2010, 06:57 AM
dog paddling

keeping my head
above water
until my legs cramp

and my arms
feel like overcooked

the water's depth
chaining my feet to
the creek's floor

rocks and twigs
scrape my wilted toes
until they bleed

I breathe it in
the water's gurgle

a moment too late
for a try at swimming

next word:


07-21-2010, 10:39 PM
What’s the time?
Hurry, hurry.
Need to go faster.

No time left,
Too far to go.


Out of the way you fools’,
Can’t you see I’m in a rush?

Grasping for air,
Stitch inside,
Drowning in sweat.

Bugger too late,
The library is shut.

You can see her there,
As she locks the door;
Makes you wait till tomorrow.

Oh well another late fee,
For the borrowed book.

Next word: borrowed

07-22-2010, 03:51 AM
A word alright.

We took it,
We loved it.

We gave it air,
We gave it jazz;
Became nightmare
For what it has.

Bunch of sounds,
On whose grounds -

We came to despair;
Although it was fair
How it came to us,
So why all the fuss?

Truth be told,
It was sold
And we don't -
Nor we won't

Have the guts in ourselves
To say that the word is. . . ;
It means it comes in twelves
Or something about bliss.

new word: gophers

07-22-2010, 09:57 PM
Oh, lovely.
Nice and flat,
A real good bit of grass,
That is.

Now to just waddle over;
Dig some nice holes;
Make myself at home.

Once I got a good
I’ll invite the others over;
To have a party.

Who’s to mind,
If a few gophers’
Move in to stay.

Next word: grass

07-23-2010, 11:54 AM
A cow mews, moos, and mows
That which is green and grows;
The moist nose knows no use
But to find a green muse
That will riddle the gut
To nourish the old fain,
Whose excess is to strut
With the outcome methane.

New Word: Riddle

07-24-2010, 03:54 AM
Riddle me this,
Riddle me that,
Now, I'll use my hat
And get out that-
ole cast iron griddle
which ain't no riddle
for cookin up pancakes
sweeter than rum cakes,
Eat for Heaven Sakes!

Next Word: Leopard

07-24-2010, 08:37 AM
Milling about in the Serengeti
Attired in my suit, I was a Yeti.
Traipsing through the yataghan-choked meadows
I swore I saw a speckled li'l fellow!
His ears glowed; eyes perked at Kwa-tongued Edos
Touring in his Savannah in a yellow
Cheap nineteen seventy-six Land Rover.
He lept from the grassy dell to the knoll
Where an acacia welcomed with wide arms.
From there he spied the bucket take its toll
On the sparse trail marked by the gnu's sweet charms,
Towards the hole where the lion sleep over.

New word: Bungalow

07-26-2010, 07:44 AM
famous, pink
too rich for my blood
but hers was found
a burgundy spill
in bungalow nine
Beverly Hills Hotel

next: semantics

07-27-2010, 12:56 AM
I said, "Look at the tit!"
Not the bird, you nit-wit!

Next word: twitterpatter

07-30-2010, 01:48 AM
Hear the twitter of the birds?
Hear the patter of the squirrels?
It's nature's sonnet, Gaia's Melody
Twitter-patter Twitter-patter
Life lives in rhythm

Next word: Ecosystem

08-03-2010, 07:52 PM
Breathe the air;
Smell the flowers,
With a hint of car.

Touch the rain,
That waters the grass;
Burns the trees
With the toxins within.

Dig the soil,
And put it in the skip;
Hear the heavy metal within.

Don’t swim in the sea so black,
Or picnic on the beach tarred slick.
To late now to save the ecosystem,
From the greedy conglomerates.

Next word: sea

Albedo of Zero
08-04-2010, 08:07 PM
A froth on spur
a shadowy splurge
to force a scree
from shelf to sea
to surf a shaft
a swallow
a splash
to sunswept shore
forever more.

new word: playful

08-06-2010, 10:50 PM
A jab in the ribs,
A shove,
Or slap to the head,
Just a bit of playful fun.

A slaggings at work,
In the pub,
And in the club.

Men being men,
Boys being boys.

Tell how your teams the best,
While the rest need to bow
To kiss your smiling arse.

But you all know
It’s just a bit of fun
Amongst aging friends,
Or is it just a bunch of kids.

Next word: pub

08-11-2010, 06:59 AM
Waiting in the dim light
heard clock chime midnight
front door opened wide
fellow entered, in mid-stride
kicked the bartender
stopped another contender
grabbed the dance girl's neck
gave it more than one peck
pulled out a Smith & Wesson
to teach someone a lesson.

Next Word: Headmaster

08-11-2010, 11:22 PM
Standing, waiting.
Sweaty palms,
Soon to be red.

Nervous tickle
In a belly,
As the second stretch.

Avoiding probing eyes;
Whispered, snidey comments
Try to slap within.

Ears listen for your name,
As you wish you could run.
Then the headmaster summons


Next word: tickle

08-12-2010, 05:36 AM
the eager path your fingers take
down the inside of my arm
walks me through the room, ethereal

you and I, crowded into each other
by darkened corners where
lonely strangers linger to mingle

my wrist against your palm
your breath a tickle in my ear
our eyes meet as the shadows consume us

next word: consume

08-13-2010, 02:26 AM
next word: consume

When I come off a diet,
I'll grab anything in the pantry and fry it.
Then I'll sit at the table and consume,
Until I have no more room.

Next word: combustible

08-13-2010, 06:01 PM
It will never hurt my eyes
to look at you, your voice will always be
honey dripping from a spoon.
Never worry that your juvenile antics
can erase the beauty of the moon.
We start as globs, end as dust,
but it’s what we do with the in between
that makes us human –
beautiful idiots tangled in our own imperfections,

Next word: tangled

Albedo of Zero
08-14-2010, 09:12 AM
I feed the fish with hook and worm
more often than I don't.
My faithful pole has bent and played
and stayed out in the cold
and always forgave my mindlessness
for that and other crimes
I'm sad to say today's the day
I used it one last time.

The worm was fat and tied in knot
on newest shiny hook
The cast was made with gentle whir
and tension not too forced
My pole went snap but stayed in form
the bamboo pith kept hold
while under brackish water
some large fight embroiled.

I reeled and pulled and reeled and pulled
the giant would not let go
I set my feet behind a rock
and clamped both hands on pole.
I leaned and tugged and leaned and tugged
then held my breath real hard
and with a yank the monster flew
in slow and watery arc
over my head, out of my sight,
I heard the bamboo wine
I turned to see a catfish flop
in tangled fishing line.

Then realized that in my hand
was half of an old friend
I hate that fish, I hate that line,
I hate that I can't mend
the stick that brought me pleasure;
it will never be the same.
But I'll stop and check out fiberglass.
I've heard that they're okay.

new word: lost

08-14-2010, 11:20 PM
The more you try,
The less I see;
The cloudier my mind.

The fog descended
As soon as you began.
The reason you spewed
Found no light within,
Just a blank stare.

And the more effort you gave,
The greater the babble clogged
My thoughts.

In the end
You lost the will;
I my sanity,
But I was sure there was something
I should have taken note of.

So I went to sleep.

Next word: note

Albedo of Zero
08-20-2010, 06:51 AM
Swollen ink
spiked on fading blue stems
a bloom, a letter G
more water colors...

I pick it up
tape it to his mirror,
and walk through the door.

next word: three

08-22-2010, 09:54 PM
No racing machine,
Just a little Robin,
But no feathers in site.

The slightest gust
Sends it sailing through the air;
Some have sent it airwards

Many have laughed
As it rumbled by,
Three wheels are such a joke.

Yet ask granddad,
And he will say,
“They’re enough
To get you from A to B.”

Then he’ll polish
His fibreglass beauty,
As if it were a Porsche.

Next word: rumbled

08-27-2010, 07:43 PM
Blue-grey ocean storms
tremendous ear-splitting froth
pours, roars, dinosaurs.

Next Word: Envelopes

Albedo of Zero
08-29-2010, 07:11 AM
envelopes, seeded, dry and waiting
to catch a tear, a peek
yet expected

a paper snare,
when all he had to do
was lie
or pretend
that he'd never seen her

new word: trapped

09-11-2010, 06:15 AM
Three ladies and a goat
traped in a small boat
without water or food
were in a fowl mood,

after boat hit land
mounds of white sand
and blue water leaked,
onto beach they peeked,

looked at large green palms
and quoted twenty-third psalm.

Next Word: Nectarine

09-11-2010, 06:34 AM
In summer and the absence of rules,
When the ordinary slips from reach,
On the sand, in the field, new grasses,
Salt in the air, vineyards outstretched,
We know when the fruit is ripe on the vine,
Sweet, there when we are ready, no time
Limits our picking.
We meander, when we get there,
A treasure, our nectarines,
And the night comes down when it does,
Our brown paper bags full, and back
To a cottage with no phone, no tv,
But a porch on the sand, bay before us,
Stolen treasure.

Next word: bay

Albedo of Zero
09-11-2010, 09:35 PM
Black velveteen and yellow hair
red scarf and devil wish...
To win a soul in ilk of his
—a logic without words,
sent Autie front in muddy glen
and meadows blood-spent washed
where high on bay in hot piaffe
"Charge" was his only word.
The rush, the dare, of victory
pushed him and his men through
until the day when cowardice
slew his brigade in half
(hmm, needs a lot but...)

next word: massacre

09-22-2010, 06:16 AM
Thanksgiving would not be complete
without Arlo's musical treat.
He sings his massacre
in five part harmony,
With a dinner that couldn't be beat.

Next word: football

Appalachian Writer
09-22-2010, 08:17 AM
Late-night quarterback,
he throws the line.
She falls back...
a fumble.
He recovers
and gets back in the game,
but she's slipping tackles.
A moment of weakness...
first down.
He throws the hail Mary.
She reaches for it.
The endzone is in view.
His hand on her back,
they push through the crowd.
Forward motion,
Barroom football.

next word: view

09-24-2010, 04:27 AM
There's a camera inside my noggin
with lens sometimes blurred, sometimes foggin'.
But whenever the view
is directed at you,
My heart, mind, and soul go leap-froggin'.

Next word: chocolate

Oops, strike that, I guess I should pick a word from the limerick.

Next word: camera

10-03-2010, 05:09 AM
Small black sharp gagdet
into the palm of hand fit
to unnoticeably capture
moments in time
otherwise forgotten.

Next Word: Phantom

10-03-2010, 05:33 AM
When we celebrate Halloween
with ghosts, ghouls, and goblins on-scene,
do true phantoms mingle
and make our flesh tingle,
or do they just pass by, unseen?

Next word: tingle

10-03-2010, 06:40 PM

with the tingles and all
entire conversations between your ears
where you used to be able
to rationalize away the voices

nervous energy pressed flat
by calloused convinced palms
looking for something to hold
if not for something to crush

they tell you it's in your head
but you feel it in your toes

next word: callous

10-03-2010, 11:10 PM
Such a callous attitude,
such a callous hand.
The ways of warriors go hidden
upon a dark command.
Such a cold and calculating
mind and such a skill
for bending people to his will
and carry out the kill.

Next up: assassin

10-03-2010, 11:21 PM
There was a young woman, named Alice,
whom all the young men found quite callous.
When they'd offer her cheer
she'd just spit in their beer,
rejecting advances with malice.

Oops, too slow!

A cannibal, stalking his prey,
could not keep his innards at bay.
The bumbling assassin
could not hold his gas in,
and flatulence gave him away.

Next word: stalking

10-03-2010, 11:38 PM
Shorn and shucked, picked and pecked
Long labour, stuck stalking.

New Word: Xanthic

10-04-2010, 12:01 AM
There once was an odd sort of fellow
whose skin was all orange and yellow.
Complexion xanthic
did not make him frantic;
in fact, he was always quite mellow.

New word: orange

A. Hamilton
10-06-2010, 10:42 AM
still life

one fruit still yellow
the bowl
browned by time

she missed the fly
her face hidden
behind the newspaper

not read

ink stained fingers-
no manicure this week
no coffee either

old dog chews
at her feet

she nudges him
while he dreams

somewhere in sepia
that dog tears
a paperboy's pant leg

next word:

10-07-2010, 05:17 AM
Nellie's husband was sent "up the river"
and, as such, he had nothing to give her.
As his absence lengthened,
her libido strengthened
But the mailman would always deliver.

next word: deliver

10-09-2010, 03:44 AM
Oh where, Oh where is the delivery man,
Southside, Northside, or Liberty Avenue,
was he caught in a downpour or roar
into the rearend of another car,
wherever he is, I hope, he's not far.

Next Word: Beautician

10-14-2010, 07:00 PM
Skilled hands
Apply the mask.
Cover the blemishes,
Make the morning nightmare
Ready for the new day.

Lipstick smeared,
Rouge trowelled on
With determined thought.

The true self can not be seen.
Hide it behind a false face.

Even your hair can’t
Be natural.
Coloured from a bottle,
Applied by the beautician,
As another sharpens the claws.

So the world sees
Only the confidence
That really isn’t there.

Next word: natural

10-16-2010, 07:42 AM
Luck, Fate, or any place,
as hands on the clock, misplace,
time for its own sake
as a given break
in an never-ending
and suspending,
small world.

Next Word: Pocket Watch

10-19-2010, 05:06 AM
my kid brother got
the pocket watch
i got nuthin'
'cept memories
'cause i'm a girl...
that watch
it don't run no more
but the memories linger

now more mature
i wouldn't swap
for his watch
though i yearn
to hold it
close my eyes
remember the tick
and the gentle man

next word: adoption (adopt/adopted)

10-20-2010, 05:55 AM
next word: adoption (adopt/adopted)

Before the Congress convenes and considers
New laws for adoption,
I'd like to see them take some time,
And designate old laws for droption.

Next: Desultory

10-24-2010, 12:52 AM
lazy, droopy day
heavy clouds sink to
my window
gray peeping-toms -
won't see nothin'
but my desultory display
of unlimited distrac...

Next word: distract/distracted/distraction

10-25-2010, 07:31 PM

So I swat at the fly,
The distraction from my love.


Go away
So I may declare.


Oh can’t I have some peace,
To say
This burger is bloody good.

Next Word: Burger

10-27-2010, 07:44 AM
there is little
that recalls man's nature before
like the decadent, animalistic
blood ritual
of greasy, pink juice running
down the chin
from a big, fat,

next word: hunger/hungry

11-01-2010, 02:44 AM
H unted
U nicorn,
N etherlands,
G rimm's
E ager
R eader.

H unted
U nicorn,
N etherlands
G reat,
R ediscoverd
Y ule!

Next Word: Sleeping Bag

11-01-2010, 08:29 PM
From the sleeping bag
I did crawl,
But the night hadn’t yet gone
So I crawled back in again,
And was soon fast
In the land of wonders.

Net word: Wonders

11-15-2010, 09:27 PM
An err, flub, or blunder
delightful plunder
artistry beckoned,
beautiful reckoned,
insightful, wonderful
words with masterful
spontaneous witchery!

Next Word: Voltage

11-16-2010, 04:02 AM
Next Word: Voltage

Lament of the Antedeluvian Poet

If you want to know my feelings about attaining old age,
What I feel for it is re-voltage.

Next word: Anaconda

11-24-2010, 06:21 AM
Is it an anaconda,
viper, boa, or rattler?
Loudly heard among all
as an old warning sound
to stand everthing small
taller and tall.

Next Word: Gingerbread

12-18-2010, 11:40 PM
A gingerbread boy and girl
lived in a gingerbread stable
within a gingerbread commmunity
learned to stay away from my table.

Next Word: Raisins

12-19-2010, 08:38 PM
“Don’t forget the raisins,”
mummy reminded
as we baked cake.

I do love cake;
my favourite is

But I like raisin cake too
and fruit cake,
upside down cake.

Mummy says
she loves any cake,
I don’t think I’ve tried that
though when mum get some


Next word: baked

12-20-2010, 11:01 AM
"i smoke two joints in the morning
i smoke to joints at night
i smoke two joints in the afternoon
it makes me feel all right"

ok, i didn't write that.

the new word is sublime :)

12-25-2010, 07:55 AM
I sat beneath a citrus tree
And tried to craft a rhyme.
My efforts were not very good,
Although they were sub-lime.

Next word: Vermillion

12-29-2010, 01:34 AM
Lady clothed in vermillion
ready for a cotillion,
announced abandoned childhood
looked like red-riding hood,
kept hungry wolves at bay.

Next Word: Sprint

Albedo of Zero
01-14-2011, 11:23 PM
A sprint did the doggy-pup take
to chase goose to the boggied-up lake
but the reeds with cattails
that meowed catter-wails
slowed the cur into sloggied-up brake

new word: chase

01-18-2011, 08:46 AM
Around the baseball diamond
runners tag the square white bag
they can't forget to touch one
for out they'll always be tagged.

Next Word: Impala

01-27-2011, 04:14 AM
African wild beast
long, brown antler's feast,
upon Savannah's ground
with every foot pound,
they've taken strides
to outreach the tides.

Next Word: Earthwatch

Fairies wear bOOts:)
01-31-2011, 08:41 PM

Here, now;
embezzeled cries,
and smoke so lorn.

Here, now;
crumbling streets,
where sirens sound.

Here now;
walk and watch,
and watch and see,


lapse, in times slow soliloquy.

WORD: Imprizonned

Albedo of Zero
02-10-2011, 09:20 AM
boiling froth through rendered heart
freezing foul lungs filled with curse
tightening lame limbs
loosening welled whims
streaming past pain-pouted puss
drying up dream-danger deals
wetting down stark-sure surreal
freeing some made-up machine
caging the rest of the me

new word: Toledo

That teen writer
02-22-2011, 02:39 AM
Spanish seas, hear my prayer
I bid fair greeting
Though the times are bare
I traveled mountains, tall and high
From the town of Madrid, Toledo and the land of Samurai
Witnessed have I, the moments of man
From plowing waters to worshiping sand
Here I am
Approaching the blue
With the purpose of sailing
Sailing back to you

Next word: cookie

03-05-2011, 08:00 AM
a cookie squealed
private searches
sites of sin
or is it
sin of sites?
I would rather
that particlar cookie
had crumbled

Next: ostrich