10 Word Thursday: Perfect Agony

It's 10 Word Thursday again...time for poetry. I decided to do it in the style of a succession of haikus. Just to make it interesting, I suppose. lol

Ms. Bebe gave me these words:


salacious, prototype, fire, bawdy, dandelion, atlas, museum, explosion, tea, petal



a salacious fire
takes up residence in me
the explosion...great

the impetus, him
the fuel, his body perfect
sculpted from dark wood

museum-worthy
far from bawdy and store cheap
...atlas-like and strong

i imagine him
a tasty tea of sweet dreams
dripping onto me

cascading like rain
beading upon my soft petal
me soaking him in

i become spoiled
my prototype paramount
supreme over all

where do i go now?
like a fiend i chase the high
embers of a fire

whisked away like wind
dandelion spores adrift
me...changed forever

10 Word Thursday: The Missing Muse

Back when I was on Multiply.Com, a friend Ms. Bebe used to commission a Ten Word Thursday. She popped up on my wall today on Facebook after months of me not doing this challenge. (Also, timely because though I haven't been writing poetry...I've been wanting to) So here are the 10 words she gave me and the poem I came up with.


10 Words: bemused, judicial, countenance, abyss, adrift, pimpmobile, obedience, enormity, membership, visage

somewhere out on the sea of sonnets

ADRIFT on driftwood

feeling no more good...

my muse,

lies listless

staring up at the stars

wishing for whimsical wisdom

on dying suns

for one...just one line

to buoy out of the ABYSS

its artful assent

rising in OBEDIENCE

aware of how essential

my bard's MEMBERSHIP is.

or maybe,

she lies BEMUSED...

a VISAGE of blankness

that pale COUNTENANCE,

a reflection of the gaping chasm

that's taken resistant residence

all up in my heart...

all through my fingers...

my lips,

a silent dryness

where my golden gift

once dripped with hunger...

i don't know,

perhaps she feels left alone

my time,

meted out between too many loves

or just not enough love for her

and her obstinate stance

is a somewhat JUDICIAL

and heartless eyeing

for allowing her to lie here dying

and leave the both of us crying...

[i'm sorry]

back there...

afar on land

parked ashore

her poetic PIMPMOBILE

sits abandoned,

driven no more...

no music,

no Keys,

no packed bags filled with stanzas and creative acquiesce

just she...

floating in a breeze

in a pool of thought,

i can't seem to seize

somewhere,

too far...for me to write with ease

and though,

i can't swim

i fully intend,

to sing her back to shore

promise to be her whore

if only she'll remember

that i do...love her

temperamental,

neurotic

slightly psychotic

equally hypnotic

dramatic

poetic ass!

songless

this poem is the result of an ongoing poem challenge hosted by a friend named Fabulous Bebe called, "10 Word Thursdays". This is the last poem I did back in January. Wanted to share ;)

placed on my lips
is a song
a melodic feature of pleasure...
found in the depths of
a SUNFLOWER'S center
abloom and bursting
with a KALEIDOSCOPE
of notes
written and sung
composed and played
sung like praise
given life
through ORAL ORGAN
blown like colored glass
dangerously fragile...
a song conceived of FALLACY
gullible delusions
an INTERCOURSE of
my open heart and
his closed mind
the ticking of time
elapsing
collapsing
falling in deep keys
and octaves high
lulling ballads
born at the SOLSTICE of promise
and tomorrow
me left,
singing in painful soprano
FELLATIO
upon breathless hums
inhaling love
exhaling agony
remembering...
rocking with the sound
of his instrument
in my ear
letting it VIBRATE
piercing my mental
consuming my soul
and killing my MUSE...