Night time settles / Upon urban sunsets / Calm and tranquility / Flushes the unending
The way the sun danced patterns on her shoulder length cherry red hair was like poetry, while her skirts twirled around her legs, hinting…
Who here can claim that driving is power? / Probably all you who call this rush hour.
I wrote this poem in August of 2003 and it has gone through many tweaks since then. It has never been published and I am a little wary of putting on RB because of the First Rights issue. However, I wanted to join the Boredom Competitions on the 24/7 group’s latest competition What Moves You. I may decide to take this down after the competition or not, depending upon the response it receives. I chose this piece because, while a car and driving do “move” a person – traffic does not. So, while this poem may appear to reflect something that does not move me, it is actually depicting something that IS moving me…just at a slower pace, which is aggravating. I also think it works on two levels and has a metaphorical connection to being “moved” as well. Sometimes, what moves me not to get into the car and go is the thought of traffic and “rush hour”. I think it is also what moves many people to exhibit signs of road rage. I hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is sought and appreciated! Cheers! / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Poetry, Social Satire Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination Topic: Satire, Social Commentary, Driving / CONTEST & CHALLENGE HISTORY 04/07/08 – Written Finalist for Boredom Competitions on the 24/7’s What Moves You Competition Members can see all finalists and vote here for their favorites. Voting closes on 04/08/08. 04/06/08 – Entry to Boredom Competitions on the 24/7’s What Moves You Competition
I can smell her approach. A dizzying elixir smothers me, a licorice-like essence perspiring from her glazed skin.
A re-run, an old story just returned from its world tour with several zines. A tiny slice of life, nothing more, nothing less.
It was up to him to complete the mission. Failure was not an option.
My brother, Jason, inspired me to write this piece. This is for you, bro! LOL! / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Flash Fiction. Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination Topic: Action/Adventure, RPG, Counter Strike. / CONTEST & CHALLENGE HISTORY 06/17/08 – Entry to Twisted Tales’ Star Twister Week 5 – Tower
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Beautiful, walking corpses / lived by a wind from outside in.
A snapshot of the city’s dull side of life… We live by contrasts and die by developing a thick crust of numbness to the exuberance of Life… beautiful, walking corpses. I pray to the One that my crust will ever be as thin as air and even thinner.
I. Swimming beneath echoes / flushing sound / from abandoned missiles; / siphoning waste / through sand / until the ringing ...
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I draw one Tanto and wipe the congealing blood from it, the other is stuck in its sheath so i fill the sink and let it soak in the sheath…
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I am looking… / spying from silence. / Heart beat… / spacing blood.. / along the throat… / mingled with throbs… / hidden in blobs…...
Hidden behind a statue….close to the people.. and safe peeping behind the lenses…and the beating heart. / And travellers of the pavement, came and went…stopped and looked without looking. / When I came home.. the idea presented itself as if I had looked at them with my eyes dimmed….and time had cracked and a new vision was being shown… and they were that vision. / Rosa
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This is the story of the legend of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida “Devil Tree” in Oak Hammock Park. A huge oak tree that seems to some to be immortal, well if a tree can be. Excerpts of the story are from a Google search and credit is given as known.
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Babies wake to no breakfast, no kiss, no milk, while their mommies sleep in sheets made of silk.. / still tryin to lose that maternal fat….
they’re in the world around us / look twice and you will see / a glint of incandescent wing / a feather on a sleeve…
I wrote this poem to accompany my urban angel photograph series, looking for angels where you least expect, a homeless angel, an angel on her scooter on her way to work, an angel statue watching over your city, a romper stomper angel, a little girl angel and a tattooing angel. never dismiss anyone as they could be your angel in disguise…
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