Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, November 14, 2014


Monarch in autumn
Orange black wings against brown
Life persists in death.

submitted for Mind, Love, Misery's Menagerie, Heeding Haiku w/HA, Drop Your Haiku Somewhere

origami butterfly w/haiku left on table at county bldg.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

American Dream

I ride bareback on a bald eagle
right through your door, or
if it's locked, your bedroom window
You're gonna love me!
I'm patriot porn--
Apple pie sweet
and fuck me heels
Cherry red mouth pledging allegiance
while I jiggle my blue starred tits
I'm white as fine grade cocaine
You know you're addicted
Glory, hallelujah!
You know you want me
I'm the American dream, cupcake
Just don't open your eyes.

a bit of cynicism submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 245
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Sunday, November 9, 2014

The Seasons

The flowers bloom then go to seed
The leaves turn brown and fall from trees
So all of Nature's children heed
the calling of the Seasons.

The frogs and turtles go to sleep
The squirrels hide acorns buried deep
so all of Nature's children keep
the rhythm of the Seasons.

But humans are a stranger breed
We oddly seem to have a need
Refusing to give in, concede
the cycle of the Seasons.

So stubbornly we do believe
That loss of youth is cause to grieve
And though we try, we can't deceive
the passage of the Seasons.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Salvatore Quasimodo

Monday, November 3, 2014

October Is Gone

November Wind by Lisa Alisa
Like a train you just missed
October is gone
Only the roar in your ears remains
As November enters
you feel your own seasons change
Gold to brown
Red to rust
Leaves to dust
under your feet
You wrap your sweater tighter
try to fight the cold
but it's under your skin
Winter begins.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Very Superstitious

Say a prayer beside your bed
Hope that you don't wake up dead

Throw the salt and knock on wood
so that all your luck is good

Spit three times and close the books
Make sure that you count the rooks

Leave the house the way you came
If you don't, then you're to blame

Charms ward off the evil eye
Keep one close and don't ask why

Mend your clothes and chew a thread
Cut a cross into your bread

Bird in house and hat on bed
Both bad signs, will lead to dread

Close the casket when you die
Fear to look death in the eye

Hang a horseshoe on your door
Don't let luck spill on the floor

If you think that it's a game
Burn in Hell's eternal flame

You must watch each step you take
I tell you this for your own sake.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday for which we are to write something spooky!