1 04, 2018

From Homies to Brony

2018-05-09T14:59:42-05:00April 1st, 2018|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Personal Poetry, Poetry|

I never thought I'd be in a gang. You see I was never too cool To hang with the right group in school. There were the jocks with their smelly socks. There were the nerds making paper birds. There were the cheerleaders secretly smoking heaters. There were the potheads singing the Grateful dead. Yet [...]

24 04, 2017

An Elevenie For Me

2017-07-26T23:27:43-05:00April 24th, 2017|National Poetry Month, Poetry|

Poet Master storyteller Inside us all Words as an elixir Nirvana. Muse Dreamy abstraction Inside poets' minds Drawn as an inspiration Wonderland. For National Poetry Writing Month, today's double elevenie poem comes from the prompt from napowrimo.net. Well, actually it was for yesterday, but hey, I'm only a day late. So what is an [...]

18 04, 2017

Back To Writing

2017-07-26T23:30:00-05:00April 18th, 2017|National Poetry Month, Personal Poetry, Poetry|

To Me: Over six months since I have written anything on my website. Perhaps tonight I should write. Perhaps I've been feeling uninspired. Perhaps I was just tired. Perhaps it was a job coming to an end. Perhaps it was me who needed to mend. My fingers they've been hurting. My mind not nurturing. [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 15: NaPoWriMo – I Would Di For You

2016-04-22T16:03:49-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one for you, so we could di together, to make two. For two hearts beating, synchronized as one yields a life of chances, until we're done. [hr gap=""]Today's napowrimo.net prompt for Day [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing

2017-04-07T21:17:12-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life's swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life and if it has meaning. At silicate glass windows I throw rocks Confounding a dream that's now shattering. Screams crash in my head but [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing

2017-12-05T17:15:45-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life's swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life and if it has meaning. At silicate glass windows I throw rocks Confounding a dream that's now shattering. Screams crash in my head but [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge

2017-04-07T21:11:57-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I have never quite understood the phrase "Revenge is a dish best served cold," as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a silent steak dinner after he's bludgeoned by a mallet. [button font_size="20" color="#1e2cc6" text_color="#ffffff" icon="arrow-circle-o-right" url="https://theproductpoet.com//national-poetry-month-modern-day-lines-for-the-fortune-cookies-day/" width="" target="_self"]Read: Modern Day Lines for Fortune Cookies[/button] This poem was the Day 13 prompt [...]

12 04, 2016

Day 12: NaPoWriMo – The Index of My Life

2016-04-12T15:55:50-05:00April 12th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

Indexing One's Life Born into the world without hate, foreward; takes first steps into a scary world, 1; absent father replaced by a real man, 7; kisses a girl for the first time, 8; heart broken by a girl for the first time, 8; develops cognitive disorder, 12; attempts to perfect “perfectionist” syndrome, 14; fails [...]

12 04, 2016

Day 11: NaPoWriMo – The Traffic Jam

2017-09-12T21:41:28-05:00April 12th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I'm passed by two Canadian geese. For Day 11 of National Poetry Writing Month, the napowrimo.net prompt was to write a poem about a place, but include an abstract line about a place as though [...]

10 04, 2016

Day 10: NaPoWriMo: A Broken Spine

2017-09-12T23:04:10-05:00April 10th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Prompts|

At Nightrise Failure is Not An Option For Doctor Sleep. Today's napowrimo.net prompt for Day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a "book spine" poem. For this poem, I looked at one of my bookshelves for names of books to draw inspiration for my book spine poem. My book collection is a [...]

9 04, 2016

Reflecting on This Morning

2016-04-09T14:50:34-05:00April 9th, 2016|Haiku, Last Post, National Poetry Month|

The wake of a duck. Sometimes life feels upside down. Mourning reflection. [hr gap="null"]When I was out for my morning walk today, I noticed that I started a male and female duck. They quickly hopped into the pond in front on me and create a beautiful wake across the calm pond. Wake also has [...]

9 04, 2016

Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?

2016-04-09T15:01:17-05:00April 9th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I always dreaded morning role call. "Mike," asked the substitute teacher. "Here," bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. "Beth," said the monotone teacher. "Present," giggled the ten year-old girl. "Clarence," smirked the teacher. Silence. "Sorry, Clarence?" chuckled the teacher. The entire classroom roared with laughter as I buried my face in my hands. I hated my [...]

8 04, 2016

Day 8: NaPoWriMo – The Iris

2017-09-12T23:07:55-05:00April 8th, 2016|Haiku, Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

Bewildered iris. Rather epithelial. The eyes can't smell fear. The napowrimo.net prompt for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about a flower. As I always love to use words with double meaning, I chose to write a poem about an iris - which can both be a flower as well [...]

7 04, 2016

Day 7: NaPoWriMo – Tritina For The Ox

2016-04-08T17:35:49-05:00April 7th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

The Ox I awoke this morning stretching like an elongated eel. Looking in the mirror, I saw a former strong ox. Broken down, I felt miserable. Why do I wake up feeling miserable? Am I no longer an electric eel? Am I no longer a reliable ox? Instead I carry the weight of my mind,  burdened like an ox, trudging [...]

6 04, 2016

Day 6: NaPoWriMo – I Have A Bone To Pick

2016-04-06T17:38:40-05:00April 6th, 2016|Food and Drink, Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

My Beef Grief For one year you did lay dormant, silvery skin unexposed against frozen bones broken by a blade. Unwrapping you from your protective ice, I eased your temperament from hibernation. Placing you in a warm bath I slowly caressed your now exposed flesh, massaging you back to life. Rubbing your bones with great affection, [...]