Category: Poetry
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The Prickly Pear
It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! Again. The theme is still love, but this time the form is a sonnet. My love is like a prickly pear Stuck inside my underwear Its bittersweet pain reminds me this love was not meant to be. Yet on we go, the sting ignored until…
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Sometimes Love
Guess what? It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This time the theme is love. Sometimes… Love is like a dirty sock. You smell it a mile away stealthily hiding beneath a rock. But you turn it over anyway to find bugs and maggots crawling ’round but you don’t mind the stinky…
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Quality Time
When I visit my father’s grave, I leave a stone on it. We’re Jewish. That’s what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
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Nothing in the World
It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our prompt is the word, glow. ∞ That exquisite glow in your velvet-brown eyes — even the flecks of amber sparkle like topaz bathed in moonlight. I try to imagine what thoughts may evoke such magic, but it is quite impossible considering it has nothing…
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Free
Today the dVerse Poets Pub has tasked us with pouring a powerful spirit poem cocktail. Or go ghostie with it. Get into the spirit of the holidays. Is your muse a restless spirit? Write about it! Use it as an adjective: spiritual, or spirited (lively, full of energy). Spirit can even be a verb: to…
aka, The Abject Muse 