Monday, December 28, 2009
Dialogue in poetry works like lovers: it's always best one to one. Enjoy!
A Social Net Works
A consilient approach is the willingness we need
Self-reliant intangibles that plant a seed
Fairly enforced partners fairly well
With ingenue protocol's ringing bell
That smile you fawn they take a shine to
Its stated glow far exceeds horizontal you
Leading to work a temporary monopoly
When testosterone blown leaves it sloppily
The willingness to exert the loss of a shirt
With physical presence and the toss in the dirt
Leaves you alone in your own scrubby valley
While others in mathematical modeling dally
Customary customers of protocol photo
Where individualism and rational was once a no show
Its hard to use up a very good idea
When encouragement flows from the eye to the ear
Pick someone now to partner with
Customary attitudes find morality pith
Toss it out across a notion of quirks
See, hear, and feel how a social net works
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Funny face flower inspires the idea of style. Great writers continually examine their own work and a style naturally emerges.
Your Wallflower Willpower
One would think that with guards let down
Affiliations blow up on the surface above ground
Pugilistic pageants stalwart and knowing
As others entrain on something glowing
If there's a new gadget of deliciousness
Imminent incidents salvo salaciousness
Pandemonium ensues where winters whimper
Enters into the record of a wanted limper
Framed position lights where fame conditions delight
In the upcoming years poets power the flight
Causing a no cause of concern for the cause
The time of day or shape of play bell ringers take pause
Built for success and then some time off
Ranges of environment continue to scoff
The delicious bell ringer syill fails to sour
Places you've never taken your wallflower willpower
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
What happens in a story centers around character, what's possessed, and what's wanted. Let's explore that today. Enjoy!
Little Pieces of Care
The wonder of your hinterlands and its moonlight heaven there
Breaks the silence of your heartbreak's as if little pieces don't care
On the sidelines of entanglements sipping foreign avoidance
As you wrap your mind around old dreams of a joy dance
Hope is for the best albeit not for the worst
A continual tweak with dark shades of burst
Commensurate bravery with its resonant fight
Won't disappoint with your strongholds in sight
And I the thinker with my indelible crunch
Amidst pieces of decor ask, "What's for lunch?"
As to arrest the unruly you make your approach hot
You offer your verdict through aggregation of thought
Through the forest of trees I see your tormented stance
A willy nilly willingness to promote and enhance
Though the starkest of darkness brings passionate stare
Still your dreams will come wrapped in little pieces of care
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Inquisitive critter inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
I join no survey or focus groups
Just go out and get your own scoops
Call it a calling or maybe a quest
Where you go can be questionable at best
Easily searchable you do as you please
What your doing or where you sneeze
React to negate or determine the point
What was he thinking to end up in that joint?
Follow the message tread it out
Give your opinion but don't pout
Positive or negative can be trendy
Topics or products the focus can be
Determine postures in a country's area
Hold a position use any criteria
Hype won't die when key words abound
Tweet the uncommon and you'll get around
Words in conversation help you rise
To the top of the heap in the world's eyes
Tweet often and a lot and make it recent
Post interesting thoughts but keep it decent
Write an article but make it your own
Classic mix-ups may get overblown
Truth abounds where fiction is scant
Easily searchable is what you want
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Today we explore character through dialogue. Great dialogue can advance the plot. Let's try it! Enjoy!
"At your leisure you can put that gun down now."
She held it fast.
To soldier up once is all she wanted. She felt a tighter grasp.
"Now tell me how you really feel."
Sabra didn't move or even make a little squeal.
"Go ahead then. You won't miss this time."
"I'm tapping on the trigger. A little nursery rhyme."
"Well then maybe you will miss me."
"This is not about bullets." She wanted him to grab the gun out of her hand.
Or at least tell her why all her principles are being broken by one man.
Instead his stare continued to scourge her every moment.
"How do you feel now that you have finally pointed a gun ?"
"I feel hate," she said. "No,not hate, a chill."
"How does that kind of fun feel?"
The tapping continues.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Today we explore the biggest risk a character makes. in the story: loss of love. Enjoy!
The Shades of Kukui
Kukui tree stands her watch
Guarding and protecting taro patch
Outdoor learning place to share
Up the trail down blue water you'll find her there
Kukui legends for growth and futures
Enlightenment feathers, knowledge furthers
Taro patch smiles a need for mulch
Seeds for lei down silver leaf gulch
Oil for torches also soothes the hand
Calms the waters to see fish above sand
Grassy openings with candles in huts
As voyaging canoes gather kukui nuts
Kukui tree is where knowledge grows
Calms the waters for sea fish below
Prevents wildfires yet oils torch light
Enlightenment light to study by night
Feeds taro's soil where its too sandy there
Taro patch smiles wth kukui care
Kukui you are Hawaii's future light
Relishing this old forester's sight
Monday, December 14, 2009
Today we explore character traits. This shady character appears to be investigating something. Enjoy!
Box the Trees
Simply play two lengths of time
Stupefy the notion with a little rhyme
Outsource a sorcerer's mirror ball
Toss around a little before they fall
Be frank with your little hill of beans
Idle a flower follow its scenes
Ride a pony to express yourself
Box the trees put them on a shelf
Downwardly mobilize an upward spiral
Pound the pavement with nuanced style
Join the circus to be an elf
Box the trees up on a shelf
Get a little sticky with a little bottle
Seems to always be a hand on that throttle
Good old fashioned spats now go stealth
When boxes of trees are now the shelf
Today we explore a character's ruling passion, the one thing needed or wanted in the story. Enjoy!
Only For The Brave
This was some kind of episode of farewell
That entire stretch of life did bode well?
The wiggle room you had righted up a bit
An amateur life now from the armchair where you sit
Thought the use of a gun would bolster you case
Once a weapon for fun now you holster your face
Always in the mix for the moves of the day
Hoping for a body bounce back you're sure it's on its way
Do you still see what seemed so illusive
In review of a life you were supposed to live
Those foggy list of laws laid down by someone
Reveal a secret to you the best is yet to come
Where all the magic happens is anybody's guess
You hope it falls into your lap that pixie dust
Raw edgy and underground is the facade you crave
Whereas dignity kindness and grace is only for the brave
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Today we will explore showing a character's feeling. Enjoy!
Go out in the rain and run a few circles
Yin and yang your day in colors and purples
Art and science interconnect here you stand
With the key to left brain and right in your hand
You say your focal point is here
The convergence of conference emerges near
Blank paper in hand what do you see?
Is it science or art this origami
A child's past time or so they say
Now it's your time this is your day
Nimble fingers need not have you think
Eye mind and hand stands at the brink
When you need to eat salami is your cure
In calls of duty it's infamy you endure
If it's a cookie crummy makes it pure
For a riveting feast it's origami you prefer
Fashion fathoms this fascination
Flight of potential lets unite a nation
Creative processes in microcosm realm
Prospect the possible origami's at the helm
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tropical music instruments at Christmas inspire today's poem. Antagonist and protagonist are explored. Enjoy!
Those Teenage Years
Switch the feel off then on again
The sloppy and choppy of way back when
The good guy you were among smiling faces
While the killer in you awaits remote places
You feel you act without thinking
Tumble at the feet of sweet nothings
Poised to emerge then pass on the poison
Teenage years once for joy and then some
Agents let loose a suburban sprawl
Spewing trade routes urging more crawl
Fast forward far faster than you would ever
Those teenage years we thought so clever
Fire Flower inspires today's poem. We explore character driven poetry today. Enjoy!
Sheltered and Secluded
She details her panic with chosen dessert
Staring down as if it's hostile dirt
That's when her eyes make their ugliest turn
While up ahead awaits a greater burn
Death can cling and creep without hype
Then make an easy leap to its favorite type
Fright sinks in despair then garners anew
As her pistol paints with its own point of view
Riding ahead while longing for taste
Survivor she becomes refugee of waste
Poised by ignorance hate and fear
Then vastness strains he rimagination from there
Still she searches for that perfect dessert
In the shelter as villages cast a sleepy alert
The feel of the storm and you are included
Inside her arms now sheltered and secluded