Archive for the Poetry Category

While I’m Still Alive

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , on June 17, 2019 by dustus

Please bury me beneath a Palmetto tree
No need to mark the site
Perhaps scatter my ash off a tall stilted pier
On a clear quiet starry filled night

I wouldn’t mind if you toss my remains
In a city stamped white plastic bag
It doesn’t matter; leave me curbed
Alongside recyclables of bottles & cans

(Just like good ole Neighbor Dan
Who died of ragging alcoholism 
[as per his quest]
God I miss his dark humor⁠—
Being trash-bagged once dead was his morbid idea)

Any way, I don’t care
Knowing my spirit lives
So who needs some cushy, pricey, satin-lined box
Or grandiose mausoleum outhouse digs?

(Dignity often precludes the worst imaginable)

So let us then take a poll:
All you departed ladies & gents⁠—
Please raise your hands…
Hmm…  just as I figured; not a single response
So like them, I too am unconcerned

I’d much rather you exhume my book
Or maybe undo cancellation of this ‘site⁠—
Either way… All the best
Which is a given while I’m still alive 

 

Sacrificing a Sacred Cow

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2019 by dustus

Trough licked clean
Lathed scythe poised glinting
Bovine lulls
Ruminates…
Not knowing its blood shall let
Their cloudless sky rain

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Shadorma is a 6 line poem (sestet) of Spanish descent with no set rhyme scheme. The shadorma is a syllabic poem with the following structure: 3/5/3/3/7/5

 

Princess Bling

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on June 14, 2019 by dustus

Princess Bling craves fancy things
But not as much as diamond rings
Her platinum bands do luster pale
From rocks that awe like quarter-sized hail!

Princess Bling loves lots of ice
Give her some, she’ll treat ya nice
With hair flair streaks
—blonde high-lit stripes

Faint glitter-dust
‘Round winsome eyes

Rose sleeve tattoos prove she’s quite tough
And workouts keep the hot bod buff
Though if someone asks what she thinks of
(Beyond selfie ‘grams & who she fucks)
A deadpan gaze and challenged mind
Can’t conjure lines nor sound refined

She’ll protest and claim
You’re too hard on her
Just jealous
To not get some part of her…

Thus, herein lies
Her crux and fate
Not everyone’s dumb
Nor taken by fakes

 

Akin to Quixote

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 13, 2019 by dustus

Bless his crazy heart…haiku
Faux windmill fighting psycho!

—Let’s seek asylum

 

Two Worlds Astray

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , on June 11, 2019 by dustus

A golden couple strolls down the street
Hand in hand, they’re pace is slow
Grinning through a warm ocean breeze
Laughing from an inside joke

About five yards away & approaching fast
A much younger couple’s getting close
Respectively, they’re staring down
Twiddling thumbs on phones

The older gentleman cautions them–
A fair warning so they’ll look up
Then the younger guy bumps into him
And shouts, “Old Man, shut the fuck up!”

The younger lady twiddles on unconcernedly
Skipping no beat as she texts down the street…
As the older woman pulls her husband aside
Holds both his hands down,
And then kisses his cheek

So the golden couple shakes their heads
They’re laughing again–
Willing to go out of their way
While the younger couple 
Sticks to their phones
Together, yet two worlds astray