• Evicting Earl

    July 18, 2019

    Today’s poetry form over at the dVerse Poets Pub, is the dizain.


    You’re truly not the guy you used to be

    And I’m not the girl I was yesterday.

    But what do you see when you look at me?

    Saggy, wrinkled skin? Thinning hair of gray?

    You don’t have time to look at me these days —

    All your drinking and sneaking and lying!

    In your sleep it’s her name you’ve been sighing.

    So pack up your stuff and hit the road, Earl!

    Loser, please: it’s too late to start crying.

    Have a nice life, you and that skanky girl!

     

     

    SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman
    menwhobelieve.com

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  • One Steamy Dip

    July 16, 2019

    Today’s prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “skinny dipping in the moonlight.”


    you and me wearing

    only moonlight’s sweet shimmer

    rippling the ocean.

    Our clothes wait patiently

    in a tangled pile on shore.

     

    metal-archives.com

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  • Remember

    July 15, 2019

    susanwritesprecise/ Susan Marie Shuman

     

    This week’s Haiku prompts at Ronovan Writes are ripple and wind.

     


    Gentle winds ripple

    her sheer silken dress — clearly

    she forgot to shave.

     

     

    dreamstime.com

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  • Buttonwood

    Buttonwood

    July 15, 2019

    It’s Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun.

     


     

    Willow tree leaves flutter

    graceful silvery green— not

    quite shiny.

    Two young butterflies at play

    dipping, diving, spiraling through the air.

    A field of sunflowers turn

    their faces skyward

    as if the sun

    had whispered their names

    one by one

    to the summer wind.

     

    SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman
    Sunflowers at Buttonwood Farm. Griswold, CT

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  • Unrequited Love

    Unrequited Love

    July 14, 2019

    This week’s theme for Song Lyric Sunday is Haunted/Magic/Mystery/Supernatural/Trick.


    I chose Walk Away Renee by Left Banke. It’s an old one, from 1966 and one of my all-time favorites. To me, both the lyrics and melody are rather haunting; mesmerizing even. It was written by 16-year-old Left Banke member, Michael Brown (of blessed memory) for a girl named Renee Fladen. She was the girlfriend of the band’s bass player and he had a huge crush on her. She didn’t feel the same about Michael, and so he wrote the song for her.

    The Four Tops covered Walk Away, Renee several months after Left Banke’s original.

     

     

     

     

    And when I see the sign that points one way
    The lot we used to pass by every day

    Just walk away Renee
    You won’t see me follow you back home
    The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
    You’re not to blame

    From deep inside the tears that I’m forced to cry
    From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide

    Just walk away Renee
    You won’t see me follow you back home
    Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
    For me it cries

    Just walk away Renee
    You won’t see me follow you back home
    Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
    For me it cries

    Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall
    Still finds a way to haunt me, though they’re so small

    Just walk away Renee
    You won’t see me follow you back home
    The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
    You’re not to blame

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