Repeat Prescription

fun addict
sun addict
marathon run addict
pain addict
train addict
new muscle gain addict
smoke addict
coke addict
laughter and joke addict
sport addict
port addict

prescribe yourself God.


FIFA addict
COD addict
grand theft auto 5 addict
i-phone addict
wi-fi addict
virgin and sky addict
wealthy addict
selfie addict
trying to be healthy addict
food addict
good addict

prescribe yourself God.

buckie addict
lucky addict
cash in the attic addict
porn addict
scorn addict
sad and forlorn addict
sex addict
hex addict
text and Tex-Mex addict
hair addict
prayer addict

prescribe yourself God.

love addict
glove addict
push comes to shove addict
fitness addict
witness addict
countdown to christmas addict
small addict
tall addict
going to the mall addict
spring, summer,
fall addict

prescribe yourself God

church addict
mosque addict
temple, synagogue addict
hate addict
weight addict
avoiding being late addict
darwin addict
marlin addict
business is the business addict
pill addict
thrill addict

prescribe yourself God...

 

posted on poets united poetry pantry #169

...rejecting the science of love...

shooting out across this space
spun aboard this mirror ball
no thread or safety net
alleviating threat,
just hanging
and 
evolving at the perfect pace
(some say)
to find us face to face;

sure skeptics can believe
we were not meant to be,
a chance encounter
surging from some 
mass
atomic 
spread;
 
but facts are facts:
i am secure 
and you were there
and you are here
for all i know
(words left unsaid)
the world's a snugger place
when tucked inside our room
atop a planet's pirouette 
i wake again
on your side of the bed.

Rain

... pouring rain,
is typing down,
in clicking bursts of
punctuation on the patio
rhetoric in the residue,
letters to the land, 
one question mark
or two...
 
a season ends 
and brings
the fury of the dove
up close again
(send her deep) 

in rainfall 
it's you,
who asks the earth to 
whisper back,
to sleep,
or to remain awhile.
 
perfect rain
casts out fear,
no question asked, 
no quarter given,
aiming shards of deluged heaven
(soak in)
on doubtful ground

and suddenly 
no sound.

Bolt (100 words)

The gun cracks and fires everyone to life again. The stretched elastic seconds of hush are released. I unfurl my back and my legs piston into motion.  I zone out, channel the crescendo of  voices, the frenzy of emotion and never let go of the line. Colours are liquid, bobbing in the distance and I am moving across my dance floor. I am a hunted gazelle in a cheetah's body rushing to freedom. And all too soon I am pointing. Draping the flag around my shoulders. Joining the party and dancing. Touching skin in a volley of high-fives. I am untouchable.



Photo copyright Daily Mail.



old friends

apparetif voices meet in mid-air
cadence cracked, unbroken,
gushing from well-remembered yesterdays,
before the main dish is served:
an embrace
with hearty helpings of
chatting and cherishing
tasting their heritage:
private punchlines pulled from the past
memories long gone,
supping stories,
turning time meaningless,
eyes go glistening
with a tear or two,
a laugh, a nod,
a sip, a swallow,
of who they were,
forgetting, re-forging,
savouring on their palates
the food and drink
of their history.

thursday foreshadow

just a
(thought):
who taught the rope
to be taut?

and what if it
forgot?








Note:
This little question came into my head as I went to hang the washing out today. I grabbed my pen and wrote it down and then returned to the job. Mysteriously, after I'd hung half of the washing out, the washing line forgot to be taut and all of the washing landed on the ground! Got to admit, this has me puzzled but in a good sort of way :)

Posted on Poetry Jam
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/poetic-visions.html

existentialist chicken question...

Would every single stricken chicken,
feathers plucked and out of luck,
headless,
legs pulled as your lips smack
through another hurried lunch,
prefer to roost
and cluck
and lay
another
egg for you today?






posted on dverse open link night 108.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/08/06/open-link-night-week-108/

Wimbledon 2013

Greyhound of the grass,

chasing down lost causes,

serving and sprinting and sliding,
a soft-handed, soft-hearted survivor.

Never give up,

son of Dunblane,

making angels smile.

British, Scottish, whatever you are
a superstar

not in it for the money,

shifting left, right, forward, back,

a human cursor tracking a ball
at will,

tenacious to win.

Let's go Andy;
lets come and go.

Turning round bad situations,

championship point drama king

of the court,

your history lesson
(a huge relief)
our children can believe in,

kindness in that smile,
golden boy

you made us proud.

still point

on these silent isthmi
between
inhalation
and exhalation
i will rest
on dry ground
where,
neither here
nor gone,
i can
wait to be.

extending
rest
between
the
plunging
bellows
filling
falling
filling
falling.

still birdsong fills
this non-life
trilling on;
cars high-hat through
the waiting loop
but
i will tarry on
this grace note,
slow this
intersection
of the blues,
if only i can
think of
you.

Cloud My Vision

                                                                                                                                                    
cirrocumulus stratiformis
accumulate like cotton balls
and
stretch

and

knit 
and jostle-stitch
across the woollen skies.

no audition

held;
just met and

in the spotlight swept,

brief cameo of layers
of white puff pastry players,

they curl their hair,

slip-slide their way through
audience's stares.

shapeshifting,

weightless,

lifting

goes their perfect guest appearance,

momentary

beauty in the air,

no airs and graces,

standing on occasion,

no waiting for ovation.

photo: wikimedia commons

shared on poets united, poetry pantry #150

writer's block

Stalling for time
fingers on the buttons
in a fugutive stake-out;
ready for what's coming.

Like funeral chit-chat,
small talk
slips
from preoccupied lips;
///////////////////////////////////
but
////////////////////////////////
when my mind has this
/////////////////////////////////
blip
///////////////////////////////
I can't talk
/////////////////////////
for
//////////////////////
shit.
///////////////////






This is my hundredth post. It's been a fallow time recently but hopefully inspiration will be just around the corner :)