Driving, 3:30 a.m.

I prefer the blackness
cut with dim headlights
land squids in the distance
like good old gods
from that century
before madness
geodes and soda bottles
on the side of the road
glitter in the sky
and those dreams
are lost in the tribal
waters trapped
in broken aquifers
I am looking
up there somewhere
and are you looking
back at me

this message is all there is
when we are all gone.

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Hey all, here is poem 15.  I was driving on the road late at night. And there is something really magical, surreal about driving on the highway at the time of night. Although I have a hard time seeing unless I am by myself, I love driving at the time of day.

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Halos in Darkness

whimsical wickedness
halos in darkness
tonight the leaky clover
sizzle  and wallow
temptations drizzle, the howl

shoplifts lingering
thoughts, a feline  tourniquet
in this blatant destiny  hollow
arranges breakneck whitewash and
the backward stanza

here it is now-
skirmishes  in the collective
with dromedaries  as  fugitives

and blankets of odd thoughts
in my garden of the moonless sky
filled with
halos in darkness
and whimsical wickedness

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Here is poem 14. A surrealistic poem for you. I have ideas for two other poems, I am hoping they turn out as good as they are in my head. This is an old poem  and revised it heavily and it is like a brand new poem. Nothing like recycling old poems. Find more poets at NaPoWriMo

Benediction Turmoil

When TNT  isolates  loyalty
who’s fear would it be?
tsunami herds turmoil
by benediction

fission is literature
burying the forgery  of memories
flares of oration realize
snapping slander,
scouring coal

tremors  burrow
the suspension command
back to a charmed  wasteland

distortion highlights
the bladed desecration
gritty circuits
stampedes the  lofty  horizon
formation ticks once again,

the slaughter will be blunt
and worship will be right


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Hey all here is poem 13. After this poem I am three poems behind There have been forces beyond my control and I couldn't write any poems. And then when I did have some free time, I had to work on my school work.  Well I am going to try working on another. Find more poets at NaPoWriMo

Looking for That Real Kind of Magic

my cut clown car creeps
among ambulance alleys and
cherry lunches-
sapphire sarcasm streams as
the serpent saves santeria.

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Hey all, here is poem 12. I actually sort of followed the prompt today. The prompt was to use consonance and assonance (repetition of  consonant or vowel sounds). And this poem is also a tanka because why not, I love writing Japanese style  poems. I've been thinking about witches as I have been watching Salem  on Netflix and I keep up with The Originals on the The CW.  I also read a paper about MacBeth today and of course there are witches in that.

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My Immortality

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Hey all, Here is poem 11. I know I skipped a day. I was just worn down last night, and when poetry writing time came, I didn't want to do anything but sit around and drool. This poem is part of my Pinterest project One Book- 300 Poems where I create a poem from a page in Debra Ginsberg's book Waiting.  

I am off to write today's poem.  Be sure to find other poets at NaPoWriMo

Cloister

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And for something a little different... a poetry collage. I suppose it's not all the earth shattering since I have done them before, but I felt like doing one today. The poem is a reconstruction and remix of three different haiku I wrote several years ago. For a little help with the mixing I used this Dada Generator and wrote the phrases I liked and then created the poem. To find more awesome poets check out NaPoWriMo

Spark Plug Trauma

Stargazer wine whispers
Permeated freedoms. My
Apple pleasures surrender sleepy
Relics to the holy grail
Kept on toll booth bunkers

Prowling beyond the veil
Lemon grass tonic and moko jumbie
Under the vestige. And I bisect
Gluttonous heliotropic souls

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Hey all, here is poem number 9. Today's prompt at NaPoWriMo was to write a 9 line poem. And I thought why not? Here is an acrostic poem using the words "spark plug" which happen to be 9 letters, 9 lines. And guess what it is not a doom and gloom poem.