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for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure
for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure. The postcard template nicked-off b’s blog many years ago.
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Miz Quickly’s Day 26
Sustain We are variants of voltage. Our only light. We touch. Lips. You taste tart. Shimmer sweet. You, my functional space. My transitory effect. We sustain air, and fall into variants of love. ©️ Misky 2020 with mention to THE METAPHYSICAL COUNTRYGIRL By Omar Pérez. Image by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash
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An Interwoven Cento Poem #2
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ I. When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I see. Dance. Laugh. Sing. I hear a voice quite distinctly, voices speaking. Not words. Not music. Rhyme, and not even the best. Bare-stript phrases from…
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An Interwoven Cento Poem
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Eddies of Wind When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking of the beginning or the end. Whole phrases. From…
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The Picnic Sonnet
The Picnic She doesn’t usually pack a pork pie to share, or a big wedge of cheddar and soda bread from the bakery, which she will let Jimmy think is homemade, unless he asks, and she wouldn’t usually pack two pickled onions, four gherkins, a large Scotch egg, ripe tomatoes and cucumber, or brown pickle…
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What Is it #4
A bit of fun with The Weekly Prompts site. Can you guess what it is? Here’s a full photo of it. Weekly Prompts What Is it Challenge ©️ Misky 2020
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A Moment for a Haibun
I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 19 & 20
A Few Thoughts About … those doors in dreams some of wood tin rock paper some with knobs some without some open, and then won’t close some won’t open stuck creak slam bang some say Thank you, Ma’am. some doors see some are blind some are naked some I loathe some pull you into the…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 18
A Poem Starting with the Title of a Poem by Delmore Schwartz Dogs are shakespearean, children are strangers that little boy who just kicked his sister that little girl who’s afraid of the dark that little boy who won’t eat his greens that little girl’s wearing fairy wings and children chase after patches of sunlight…
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Miz Quickly’s 14 June
Listen! Sparrow with your glass-clear song, possess my mind with your veil of chimes written for Miz Quickly ©️ Misky 2020
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