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Harlow Flick, Right Fielder

Apr 22, 2025 at 11:37pm
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Harlow Flick, Right Fielder I tried to take an abstraction and ground it (in concrete?).

Thanks for reading.

Apr 22, 2025 at 12:15pm
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Atmospheric. Well done.

I particularly like the first stanza.

Katya the Poet

Apr 18, 2025 at 8:50am
In response to "As we rot"

Thanks so much for this poem, and for sharing the story of the dead dog and his beautiful teeth!! (The last line also makes me think of the wolf in the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood!!) I love the feeling in this, and the praise, and the brevity and the long EE of "teeth" in the last line, making me smile.

Apr 13, 2025 at 12:32pm
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Joy Oh, I love the bittersweet or dark-and-light although this has more dark.

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Joy

Apr 13, 2025 at 11:34am
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Very effective lines even with--or maybe because of--the grim in them.

Apr 9, 2025 at 8:57pm
In response to "On a green day"

Cappucine I'll bow to "strangely beautiful".

I just went with the flow. Could use a minor edit but I'm happy that you like it.

Cappucine

Apr 9, 2025 at 8:19pm
In response to "On a green day"

This is strangely beautiful. Thank you for the note about Thailand - I am happy to know this!

Joy

Apr 9, 2025 at 1:56pm
In response to "Make up your mind, Spot! "

Congrats!

I didn't think it was silly, though! I rather thought you were a genius of description.

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I like my friends to come with warnings [145]

Apr 9, 2025 at 1:43pm
In response to "October Blues"

winklett Thank you. Any emotional response is good imho. At my age, and in my situation, I'm surrounded by echoes and embers. Reality is heartless; the Past slips away; the shore of the Future — shrouded in fog.

July 18, 2020 at 7:09pm

#988522

I like my friends to come with warnings

They entice: not with jewels, jiggles, the flaunting of gems,
but with garlic on bated breath, dirt under broken nails.
No diamond is better than rhinestones
in this rough tough world of fake perfume.
I want the truth, the warning, the back-off-or-die!
I want to know they want ME, not just my gothic finery.

© Kåre Enga [177.145] (19.juli.2020)

(6 lines)

Prompt: Use the following 3 words in your poem:
- Perfume
- Warning
- Diamond

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#2133562 by Jayne

Monday night out [144] (24 σ)

July 18, 2020 at 5:59pm

#988520

Monday night out

she blithely wrestles with her prey

while they writhe across the pitch-black

sky—mute—like a drunken comet

© Kåre Enga [177.144] (20.juli.2020)

Prompt: writhe
24σ, 3 lines, 8/8/8

note: owls, vampires, politicians ...

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July 17, 2020 at 7:37pm

#988432

Våren [143]

Prompt: Make the title of your poem one of your favourite songs.

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#2133562 by Jayne

Våren

I will plant this tree for others to see
to sit in its shade while they caress
the sweet blades of grass that cover its roots.

They'll have no need to know who put it here
as they congratulate the bird that sings
by its nest it has hung from a limb.

I won't live to see this coming winter,
but I've already seen it standing here
for hundreds of years. I only need to plant it.

© Kåre Enga [177.143] (18.juli.2020)

(9 lines)

July 16, 2020 at 10:48pm

#988357

Come here boy [142]

Come here boy

Bring me your luscious chocolate smile
and this time stay awhile.
Even if you get me wet
I promise to throw another stick.
So rest here with me for awhile;
slobber over me with that smile,
patient while I fetch your toy,
come here boy.

© Kåre Enga [177.142] (17.juli.2020)

(8 lines aabbaacc 'bb' not exact rhymes)

Daily Poem prompt: photo of a dog swimming.

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July 16, 2020 at 3:50pm

#988330

Fabrications [141]

Fabrications

they start as thoughts i cannot itch
a niggle that grows
then retches ink
all over the blank white page

© Kåre Enga [177.141] (17.juli.2020)

(3 lines, 24 syllables)

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July 16, 2020 at 3:11pm

#988328

Perennial [140]

Perennial

in winter shadows it sleeps between cracks in the walk

in winter shadows dreams of warmth, the light it once knew

in winter shadows, dead to the world, it rests ignored

but even winter must surely pass and shadows fade

as winter melts it stretches and yawns—and grows one leaf

© Kåre Enga [177.140] (16.juli.2020)

(5 lines of 13 syllables)

Prompt: Use the following quote to inspire you however you wish:
“But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.” - Samwise Gamgee

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But in the end, a passing thing [183.zm]

July 15, 2020 at 6:07pm

#988261

But in the end, a passing thing

The sky remained empty
beyond the crescent moons
as blue shadows passed between us,
as years of nothingness froze over.

All life now hung in balance
in crevices it had sought
as you held me closer,
as if hugs would somehow warm me

until the globe came back,
that glow above the edge of mystery,
as song filled the emptiness,
as I awakened in your arms, still wrapped.

The moons began to fade
forsaking shadows they once had cast
as basking in first light we whispered,
for even darkness must surely pass.

© Kåre Enga [177.183.zm] (16.juli redigert 12.avgust.2020)

(16 lines unrhymed)

Prompt: Use the following quote to inspire you however you wish:
“But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.” - Samwise Gamgee

Baskets of lavender [138]

July 14, 2020 at 4:46pm

#988164

Baskets of lavender

Lori hums,
singing harmony to Montana's melody
as she moves from fragrant clump to clump,
baskets of lavender
filling up.

Her Harley's
ready and leather beckons for a jaunt to town,
fragrant flowers will not sell themselves,
baskets of lavender
now filled up.

Bundles wrapped,
she flings stray hairs away from eyes and wrinkles, as
she grabs her helmet, checks to make sure
her fresh-cut lavender's
securely tucked.

Time enough
at market to sort it out where she'll see her friends,
chat awhile and return home lighter,
bouquets of lavender
all sold out.

© Kåre Enga [177.138] (15.juli.2020)

(20 lines: 3/12/9/6/3)

Write a poem that’s heavily focused on a single person or character. Lori Lavender is a local lavender farmer who is known by that name at the various markets.

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July 14, 2020 at 1:12am

#988111

At Sally's Diner [137]

At Sally's Diner

malicious muttering,
pernicious hovering
spoils my peace ...
of tea and golden delicious pie

© Kåre Enga [177.137] (15.juli.2020)

(4 lines 6/6/3/9)

Prompt: pernicious

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July 14, 2020 at 1:09am

#988110

Muh Freedom [136]

WARNING: This poem reflects the rage I see from some 'white privileged males'.

Muh Freedom

My realm.
My isle.
My electric fence.

And you

on your broomsticks,
peaceniks,
love hicks,

kept on the other side.

I defend what's mine.

Within my bailiwick
life is a picnic
and you're not invited.

Keep your

chopsticks
deer ticks
horse dicks

to yourselves

unless you want to feel my nightstick.

—then—
I'll gladly oblige.

© Kåre Enga [177.136] (14.juli.2020)

(20 lines)

Prompt: bailiwick. For

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