Showing posts with label Smokey Road Publishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smokey Road Publishing. Show all posts

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Water Mountain



Aloha Poets,
Mountain across the water inspires today's poem. Enjoy!

Ice Volcano

Misplaced mythical creative shepherd sway
Magma composition shares the joy of day
In sleek aspiration ice fire systems in place
To shepherd on time her wisdom and grace

Such a bold flight into the bright of day
Penultimate underpinnings ocean rift sway
Trots out now for all the world to see
Eyjafjallajokull floodbug Icelandic debris

In knowledge of role she surely roiled it out
Eruption of impact ice water boiled spout
Supporting characters glacier rushing water
Basaltic to silica a shiny granite daughter

Dismantles glaciers as to share the joy
Lava flow on marshy ground fountains ahoy
Paths less taken between air traffic and farmers
Eyjafjallajokull now the latest of charmers

Ash cloud floats to migrate further east
Eruptions under ice caps new visual feast
Shirks no deadline magma flashes to steam
Eyjafjallajokull on time outburting earth's seam

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Pastel Poetics



Aloha Poets,
Pastel poetics inspires today. Enjoy!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

flash fiction



Aloha poets,
Flash fiction from my novel, "The Outpost." Enjoy!

...a nature's heaven...

Florescent mists gather in the distance as parched granite dust clouds from the volcanoes pass silent on the south horizon. Darkness settles.
The tigress rests on the mountain floor, a steamy setting of tropical thickets. Giant ferns dance against the wetness. Koa and Monkey Pod trees stand majestic, hopeful, now host to a silent audience, ghosts of millions of creatures who once lived here.
Suddenly, a presence is sensed in the banyan grove. The tigress discards her sleep as if instantly disrobing. A reddish gaze emerges in her eyes from deep fires. She comes out, an inspired Olympian given one chance to demonstrate her gifts. The focus of a gentle tactician in need. Moon sparkles the jungle floor through patches in the dense canopy. Her raw urge leaves no shadow against this night. Her eyes designed before glamour and gene therapy was ever invented by humans. Her sounds pure. A damp, dark place this, her nature's heaven lay, her only honest place.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Rosetta Grown



Aloha Poets,
Rosetta grown inspires today's poem. Enjoy!

A Fictional Trick

How you were and are only adds to this story
Awakened chaos tastes like natto and nori
Top ten moments in your life take center stage
You build the campfires slowly as they turn the page

Diamonds in the dirt always depend on the finders
Trek is the expo as dialogue wears scene blinders
Embedded deadheads move to the aft like before
Claws drawn upon flaws answer at a darkened backdoor

A ripple effect shows to be only for once and for now
Vantage points seek to obscure a bandage somehow
Placed inside a larger context of oceans of notion
Eventualities unfurl pole dances into perpetual motion

Placed in a world of untimely bibs and disguises
Our little friend confides, chides, and devises
Hammered out softly to battle affective rejections
Holds onto hats in effective jet seat ejections

Say it all nice in glass shards of living green
As deadly earth quacks through filters they scream
Lines of detention form and fade at square one
The art of reclusion falls under a shadow of sun

Reasons for conflict once spurned and scurried
Deflected volleys twice burned are now hurried
Shaken off weight grabs for a more saucy dance
From poets and writers formerly known as Audience

Ok so I lied now you must trust me unreliable
As more unruly ripples rip through to the undeniable
Go back to the start deck with your disaffected duck
What happens next is they will all wish you luck

Focused wit lands on very broad shoulders
Straight forward ways carry very large boulders
Clandestine candles may lead on to be venerable
Though finding new tolerances makes you untenable

Telltale body language grabs by the tail
In forces that rattle but never tattletale
Replace yourself now go shovel probe a new landing
For the art of reclusion you'll need a new branding

Go it alone out there just to see if someone cares
Bench and retrench those embedded rescue flares
The crucible for movement with its unending stare
Cherishes the chemist your blank desk and hard chair

Pains you for pleasure this quest source that powers
A timely tactic test finds you up at late hours
Turning tides of citywide cyanide in shadows bedevil
As writers formerly known as Audience treks onward disheveled

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Flaming Flamingo



Aloha Poets;
Flaming flamingo inspires today. Enjoy!


The New Commons Summons Summit

Gaming faces in flames races to be worthy of the best
All time greatest tastes long stated remains close to the vest
Powers of the center remove commoners with low lying lasers
Lazy joy converges outdoors coauthors newer naysayers

Defining moments of star-making glean new machinery
Crowded affection arrested rests by taking in greenery
Timely fine fabrics continually get the golden girl treatment
Goes forward sketches on without bothering to balance an easement

Economical cries as far as conical comics can yell
Sediment builds while sentiment sinks deep into a well
Captured elements of old museum entitlement buildings
Kettle cooking the building blocks of old settled siblings

Just ahead beautifully worded stains glass with ability
Drops to a matter of core concepts feigning sisterly stability
What happens and how it feels as if it's destined to be
Rising moments elicit talks in an already futile insincerity

Note the story in ways beyond a scene of two or three
As you would like it or wish the extinction of simply to be
No race on the headstone or reason to look back and see
Exploitation to win adjusts with very little sympathy

Estranged from logic the time of work nights sing
Divorced from control brings a flight of bling-bling
Split the difference on the stronger but be the unlucky few
Comes with consensual tropical cyclone and renewable cue

No repeats now those are the new house rules
Age appropriate behavior troubles its own long lost clues
The test of the dream is in the way of its words
When unlamented truths of old, simply drop their swords

Enter the thread where cold thoughts lay bare
In the throes of the technical without a cold factory floor's care
Winds up quitting time whistles only preppy goofballs remain
Sustainable system's instability brings you all in from the rain