A very good night at Wednesday poetry

Lisa Starr was the Wednesday Night Poetry feature last night. Her even presence, her honesty and words made for a very good evening. The open myk was also quite good - and to combat the grey of the not yet blooming world Louise K. read a bunch of one liners. Like Red Skelton she enjoyed her own jokes so much she could barely stop laughing to read them - and we were laughing to....  

I have video of Lisa, and also more or Robert Riche and Mother Tongue which I will be posting on http://YouTube.com/PoetsAndTheirPoems

A very good night at Wed Poetry

Lisa Starr was the Wednesday Night Poetry feature last night. Her even presence, her honesty and words made for a very good evening. The open myk was also quite good - and to combat the grey of the not yet blooming world Louise K. read a bunch of one liners. Like Red Skelton she enjoyed her own jokes so much she could barely stop laughing to read them - and we were laughing too...

I have video of Lisa, and also more or Robert Riche and Mother Tongue which I will be posting on http://YouTube.com/PoetsAndTheirPoems

April 8 Poem - The Bad Marriage

write a poem on routine

The bad marriage

tick tick, argue, slam
tick, tick, argue, scram
tick tick, slam, scram
argue, tick, tick, argue
tick, tick, argue, scram
home again, argue slam

-- Mistryel Walker

April 7 Poem The studio

Prompt - write a poem for something clean or dirty  - edited 12/2010

The Studio

Unpretentious and clean, the door stands open
to a room of possibility:
.....jumbles of crayon, paint tubes, varnish, stain and taint
.....shards of ceramic, spears of mirror, postcards once quaint
.....and piles of torn paper, shreds of paint peeled from a tray
.....(smooth, yet stretchy), bottle caps with a certain stain
.....of rust, dollhouse chairs, a dollhead bust
.....pictures torn from a ‘zine, a rectangle of canvas board.
A story of caprice and shadow begins




-- Mistryel Walker

April 6 poem- Question for the departed

prompt - a poem for something missing

Question for the departed

Into the endless void
we stare and blink.
See nothing always,
but always think
where are you?
Are you?

- Mistryel Walker

April 5 Poem - Washington Monument

April 5 poem on a landmark


Washington Monument

Tall needle of democracy, impales all cloud

the industrialist bedlam ensues, thunder complains aloud

The ozone thins, the sun rays pelt, in all this heat

Greenland and the polar ice caps melt.

P.S. I hate this one.

April 4 poem - oh Please, A little armor

My poem for April 4th - the prompt was to pick an animal:

oh please, a little armor

Armadillo of my envy
waddles on with leathery grace
and when alarmed, curls to himself
in fetal retreat. Turtle, my other idol
moves at a such slow deliberate pace
and when the world is too engaging
withdraws his head and hides his face.

--Mistryel Walker