Month: Jul 2020
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for PB’s Movie Quotes
“They call me Mister Tibbs.” ~In the Heat of the Night (1967) A little boy came running, so delighted to see me. Grandpa! Grandpa! he smiled. The time had come to grow my hair longer, and never to leave home without lipstick on. Photo by Kasia Serbin on Unsplash. Prompted by Poetic Bloomings
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6 July: The Maslow Hierarchy
A CONVERSATION WITH THE OTHER SIDE Wrong number, my mother says. and she’s speaking to someonenearby, saying “I misdialled her.” I hang up the phone.And then pick up it back up again.I listen. She’s still on the line. “You haven’t hung up,” I say.And she’s talking to me, butshe’s not saying anything. It’s words. Words.…
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Miz Quickly’s Bicycles
This poem is inspired by “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens and a poem by Peter Frankis and Miz Quickly’s 5 July bicycle prompt Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Bicycle IAmong the twenty-six spokesof my bicycle the only movingthing was the nine of spadescard pegged to the back wheel. II.I…
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3 July 2020 The Beach
A Summer Storm Feels like winter is in the air,as wind howls hard off the sea.Gales piping through in trees,and sheep have turned, facingnorth. See the grass, it’s level,flat, and not a soul walks onthe beach. Not a foot to fall,no kites to reach the sky.No way can this be July. PB 3 July The…
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Miz Quickly’s Cats
Cat Scratch What shape of fate made you Cat. Ginger stripe orcinnamon spice. Cat at the window, centre stage. Cat scratch on paper,you’re a poet you said.A cat named Dylan,gin-soaked and sleepingon the floor. To rack and ruin is the phrase he used.Cat at the door, black asa dark night, speakingto and replying “We”. And…
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Miz Quickly’s “In the Can”
No. 6: Things in a Can About 10 minutes drive from Grandma’s porch, and a few minutes more past that totem pole at the Y in the road to my cousins’ old house, is the B&M restaurant. It was famous for a bowl of pork and beans with thick sauce sweetened with molasses. The beans, they were just normal beans. The…
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Miz Quickly’s Do-It-Yourself Prompt
No. 1: Admirable Thing about Someone You Dislike Good things. Um. Good things. Good things about him, yes? Well, he shares the same name with my recently retired dentist. He has a long white beard with a blizzard of food stuck in it, think swallow’s nest, and nests and baby birds are a good thing.…
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for PB Day 2
A Sonnet to a Lemon Drop It’s like this, I said, you know when you walk through Lynch Gate at St Nicholas’s church, with the old yew tree leaning toward you, and every parishioner for a 1,000 years is buried underfoot, and tombstones lean just like that yew tree, and you open those church doors, heavy…
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PB Day 1
A Spectre Mum was the space between fragile and forever, between fierce and a cheek-swept kiss. There was once a memory with her name, a spectre now. I heard it once, it tugged at my sleep, and then scattered off my fingertips when I woke. If I forget will you forgive me? I passed a shop window today. My world’s closed, windows soaped…
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for Twiglets #183
A Happy Poem I have theparaphernalia.the pen.the paper.the pencilwith no rubber erasure.write, I say.a happy poem.blank. paper.I look upand there you are.smiling. for Twiglets #183 We Romantics ©️ Misky 2020
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