cackle

Kick Butt

closed camping kicked door

ambulate cackle reach steep

pee lead loud lewd catch

cringe cute coat quote

angel maple real quiver

curmudgeon cap caught

seize slack sick sock creek

aha mow meow wean tuck

lick love lap leap label

drip drop drive disc doubt

devout double deep bobble

ditch chocolate cheap champ

ant leech koala crease lamp

rant tweezer two caste cool.

 

 

ABC Wednesday – Letter “C”

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Negotiation

Tomorrow is another day,

After all: keeps comin’

Closin’ angles reached doom

Room sour psyche peep

Rerun riff annie want whip

Roof lied through more

Candy slope rip quite it

Prop hot beep bright flow

Flack floor white slippery

Rude allowed deed veer

Wear through point dress

Kiss point tire pit fire pill

 

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #116

Weevil

Weevle bug
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jumping jowles sleep hungry howls.

tastey tips come to creaking grips.

deep dude dripping down dangerous

damp devious doorknobs.

hollow hip hyped horn in zoom

cram  cackle cute.

boob bam boggle real door dang

dabble doodle red sickle soccer

sample leave label lap weevil wonder

wack raft laugh after wit.

 

Family Friction

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Two of a kind,

One that used to be,

And one that is now.

Time in a flip,

The old are young,

And the young are mature.

 

Then, darkness falls.

A deep depression and

A bit of dementia.

 

I tried to barricade

Myself in a room

In your house,

But it was your room,

Your house.

 

I had become an outsider.

We had grown apart.

The jolly trickster that

Was my grandfather

Had become an unhappy

Old man.

And I had hit a wall,

Fallen into a deep pit.

 

We butted heads

Until we made it home.

To the end, you were true.

And I would not appreciate

Your love and loyalty

For many years, long

Past your time to die.

 

As I sat in the car,

Listening to the 21-gun

Salute, I remembered

The stories you used to

Tell me about the war.

 

And I realized that time

Had taken its toll on a

Wonderful man, a man

That provided for a wife

And family and then

For another generation of

Five grandsons, all of whom

Adored you.

 

I know that despite

Our differences, you look

Down on me from

Heaven…and smile.

Tricked by Honey

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Mesmerized.  Taken in slowly,

Then so fast you can’t stand it.

Room to grow but nothing doin’.

Alone, so very alone.  Keeping one’s

Secrets close to home. Shame, shallow,

Around and around you go,

It’s all the same.  Nothing changes

Until you get sick of it all.  You can’t

Stand it anymore and you want to be free.

Outside influences aren’t worth much.

It is a personal, visceral decision.

To cut out one’s heart and throw it

Into the ocean!  To separate oneself

From everything—everything that

Brings you closer.  You must sever

That bond, all ties, or else you will be

Pulled right back under.  It’s not a

Journey, it’s not a path.  It’s a scream

In the dark of desperation.  You are trapped.

You are suffocating.  And you must be free.

 

 

Free Write Friday; Addiction

Lincoln

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A student of law.

A seeker of justice.

A fighter for unity.

A man of dignity.

Lonely, in darkness,

Harrowed by demons,

Drained from the fight,

On the edge of sanity.

A Christian believer.

A martyr for the cause.

An honest gentleman.

A warrior for the truth.

*United States President Abraham Lincoln

Pro-Choice Battles

March for Women's Lives, 2004
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One day I joined up with some ultra religious

types like myself to join a demonstration in

hopes of “glorifying God” and “witnessing to some

sinners”. The pastors signs said “God is Love.”

” Most of our signs said “Abortion Kills”.  It was

these signs, along with our very self-righteous

presence that brought upon the angry looks,

shouts and screams, and vicious insults from the

members of the pro-choice parade to which we

were protesting.  I held up my sign because i

believed that abortion was wrong, but I was

watching and listening to the message beimg

given by the other side.  They were more

passionate, more painful, more desperate. I

walked away from that protest a changed man.

I still felt strongly about the right-to-life, but my

lot lay with those suffering women. I would go on

to refer to myself as “pro-choice”, and those are

fightin’ words in the Bible Belt.

Tuesday Tryouts: Epiphany Poems

Seasons

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Couch potato meets samurai.

Postman meets iron man.

Administrator meets sanitation worker.

 

Contrasts in physical attributes.

Perhaps lifestyles, philosophies, sanitation

Relationships, goals,spirituality.

 

Achievements, awards, recognition.

There’s a lot of grey area for some.

For others, a rock-hard stop where they stand.

So what is the great evener?

 

What shows us all that we are the same

When it comes down to it, in the end?

It’s the rhythmn and the constancy

of the seasons.  They come every year,

putting nature, and us, at their mercy.

So what of us? Are we too big, too anything,

to defy the forces of nature?

Death Waits

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Tricks lick ticks from the tongue.

Reaching slowly for a gun.

Running swiftly for your son.

He won’t help you now.

Pray.  Pray to the God of the Heavens,

That He will have mercy on your wretched,

Squeamish soul as you crawl through the

Dirt, hoping for one last breath.

Death comes to us all.  Beneath our hopes

And dreams, denials and delusions, we all

Know it.  Death whispers our name as we

Get ready for work, as we drive to work,

As we forget out troubles in our daily routine,

As we come home to our spouse and children,

As we lay our heads on the pillow and fade off

To sleep.  Death watches us breathe.  Death

Hears our yearnings, our curses, our sighs.

Death is our constant companion from “the

cradle to the grave”.  Death waits.

Rewind and Undo

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In my head I paint a picture

Of some day walking free.

All my hang-ups and delusions

Laying in a pile behind me.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of no more medication.

No more need to medicate

No more side-effects.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of family bonds and closeness

No more driving forever to get there.

No more procrastinating that phone call.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of what my family might have been

Had love and understanding been the rule

Instead of fear and loathing.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of foolish decisions unmade.

Broken relationships mended.

Hurtful words unsaid.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of all the things that I regret

Somehow never happening

And I can sleep better after that.

 

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #115