That means he’s not rotten,
a good sign if you want
to hire him or wed him.
Go for it, for good eggs
are hard to break….
Aren’t they?
Good eggs are hard to find
these daze. Bless their
mothers, who worked
their miracle.
A mixed bag
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Tid Bit from Frank Hubeny
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelThere’s time to walk if we can’t run. There’s time for trees and standing still. Eternity comes passing through, patiently as sparrows do, singing pleasantly.
(Extracted from his poem “Soul” written for d’Verse)
Change – Reblog by mehflowers
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelA breath of fresh air! I’m reblogging.
She moves languidly through the days
A listless performance
Like an overly rehearsed play
Empty echoes bouncing
Like holograms you cannot touch
making no impact
Time for a curtain call
A scene change
A new script
Not a sequel
Not a remake
A character change
Leaving the familiar behind
dVerse prompt. Write any poem at all. Open link night!
Unique – reblog by capricious poet
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelA good shot in the arm and a fun Google image find.
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Unique
I like you cause you’re funny
intelligent and kind
good looking and hardworking
so distinctive, so refined.
I like you cause you’re honest
irreplaceable and rare
an exceptional type of person
the one who always cares.
I like you cause you’re different
it’s part of your mystique
you are just one of those people
so refreshingly unique.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Today is open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub and I’m sharing an older poem that could well be a greeting card for a friend. The image is an animation from a Google search.
In Athens County – for d’Verse Poets
Published March 22, 2018 by Nan MykelFor five dollars they’ll let you kill a bobcat
in Athens County this year.
Not so different than kitty cats, I hear.
Why not? More executions,
classroom shootings…
racial persecutions
vengeful solutions.
my child is missing
caught her kissing
bury her deep.
Haiku reblog from Lynn
Published March 21, 2018 by Nan Mykelwysteria myst
21MAR2018 From Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, a haiku to “revise”:
in the moonlight, the color and scent of the wisteria seems far away© Yosa Buson (1716-84 )
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hear flute weeping pale purple tears in moonlight dropping over wall
image – CDHK
© lynn__
No Comment Needed
Published March 12, 2018 by Nan MykelPhoto by Jose Moreno on Unsplash
The Bus Driver – A haibun
Published March 12, 2018 by Nan MykelAt 60 and after the death of my wife, my daytime and dreamtime is peopled with those who ride my transit bus. Mostly poor and straggling, they are glad to see me. I like that. Some call me Frank, others Mr. Sloan. I see Mrs. Gaines waiting up ahead and know that means a struggle to get her into my bus. She’s cheerful though and that makes up for the loss of time. Riders depend on my schedule, you see, and I try not to disappoint them.
Birds on limb singing
Seasons they do come and go
Moonlight sonata
Fortune cookie
Published March 12, 2018 by Nan MykelPowerful reblog by thefeatheredsleep
A girl who used to look forward to dinner and a movie
The simple pleasure of walking hand in hand with stillness and a harvest moon
was handed a poisoned fortune cookie
caught a virus, and that virus crawled into her stomach, like a ray gun
it changed the waves until, her stomach like arrythmia of the heart
was fitful and lurched
she was instantly sickened, from a person of health she turned
green
her body shut down and said
no, I don’t want to eat
dimly she remembered the days
she would lust and long for food
her appetite completely gone, the acidic growl of her stomach
held all dominion
she was slave to nausea 24/7
like a merciless dictator it left her no peace
even in the lingering hours of night
she woke bathed in sweat
her stomach somersaulting in wicked mirth
such a terrible feeling of imbalance…
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Published March 9, 2018 by Nan MykelBalmorhea – The Winter
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