Love is… a sunday scribbling.

a love poem this isn’t, they just aren’t
                my thing,
                                my muse,
                my rant,
                                my talent,
but I do ever so wish I could write
                beautiful sonnets,
                                astounding haiku’s,
all about love and its alluding powers
                of deception,
its ability to hide under noses or destroy
                in broad daylight,
love is
                 a
                             powerful
                                                        thing.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

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This was written for Sunday Scribblings #234 – Love. I guess in a way, it DID turn out to be a love poem after all… sort of. 🙂

Life’s Road – a work in progress…

So I am one of those bloggers/writers that like to get feed back. I mean REALLY like to get it. Good, bad, ugly, constructive… any which type of comments are great. So I occasionally post work that I don’t feel is in a completed form so I know what to tweak to make it better, to make it reach that level where I feel it could be a published piece of writing. This is one such piece… Enjoy!

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white lines blur at the edge of my vision,
screaming out of control as I leave them behind,
always more ahead
                taunting, pleading
                                dragging me onward
down this merciless highway of hate and tears,

another cigarette out the window fed to the wind

moonlight chilling my soul like ice on a windshield
blinding my recklessness, fueling me forward
into wild unknown
                taking control
                                leaving no memory,
dust in the wind as blaring sirens attend their call.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

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posted for Poetry Potluck

Cherish…

Watching peaceful sleep;

No better place in the world

then here by your side.

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Blissful ignorance;

My time spent now gone, wasted

with my selfish pride.

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Cherish all you have;

Alone again, a lifetime

is a big number.

                                                                         (c) 2010 by D. Wright

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For todays Poetry Pantry I tried to write a love poem. Instead, I ended up with a semi love poem that ends painful. Don’t ask me why, love poetry is my Achilles’ heel. Hope everyone enjoys! 

**photo courtesy of desktop nexus

 

three word wednesday x2

Well, I actually wrote two small poems today for 3WW CCVI. Hope everyone enjoys!

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“untitled”

demure,
she stalks
volatile
prey,
those that
kill,
take pleasure
in offense,
simply
don’t
care
what they
do
while others
die
at their
hands,

dirty
beaten
hands,

like those of a butcher or a slave.

                                                           (c) 2010 by D. Wright

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Double 0

demure, yet volatile,
shaken, not stirred
like a martini on the
rocks, cool and collected,
offending no one as he
kills, pleasure taken
when needed,
double
0
seven style

                                                         (c) 2010 by D. Wright

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Hope everyone enjoys their 3WW and if anyone has a title suggestion for the first poem, feel free to suggest away! Come back anytime! 🙂

 

carry on tuesday #70 – a haiku

I am posting this haiku for Carry On Tuesday #70. Please enjoy!

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One misty morning

rain fell upon calming waters;

Eagle’s flew freely.

                                                          (c) 2010 by D. Wright

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Addicted Ignorance…

So, since quitting smoking, then starting, quitting, starting, quitting (yes, this has been an ongoing problem) I have been thinking a lot about addiction and issues of the like. Here are the results of my heavy concentration and occassional one-track mindedness.

 

anger pulsing,
in my head a beat box
cacophony raging unchecked
behind narrowed vision,
half blind as desire
takes over,
well-being tossed out
to proverbial curb, forgotten
left for death in festering gutters
next to homeless drunks passed out upon
soaked sheets of week old New York Times
ever appearing dead as sun creeps ever higher,
passed out next to my better judgment
now slathered in yellow puke
and green sewer slime
while I am off feeding addiction
needed to temper my bubbling rage,
the lava building slowly subsides,
failing to explode… today…
but what of tomorrow?
or the next?

                                                  (c) 2010 by D. Wright