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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 12
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by a Security Blanket. (bonus points for not using the words security or blanket)
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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autumn night, light rain.
tip. tap. in stead of darkness,
the light of knowing.
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What He Carries Now
That Van Pelt kid
was about my age
when he was in the papers
so he must be
just about my age now.
He settled down
got his eyes and hair fixed
has a couple kids
and no longer clings
to a rectangle
of warm “outing” flannel.
In its place he trained for
and obtained a license
to carry a concealed pistol
and does.
As for the thumb...
he’s got an iPhone™.
Non-practicing atheist
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Billy had a blankie
From when he was a baby
All the way through kindergarten
He should have had it better guarded
Dave at school had him convinced
Eventually every kids parents
Will throw away your toys
The best way he could keep it safe
Was to leave it for a week with Dave.
So his folks would believe it gone
Then he could sneak it back home.
After seven days and nights
Everything would be set right
Dave said sorry, it was destroyed
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Light streaks in from between the threads,
greying the black, glinting the sweat
building up like winter mist
between the skin and the sheets. The clock ticks.
The air conditioner hums. The bed itself
springs even only to
the beating of my heart,
the rolling of my gut,
the push and pull of my diaphragm
against my infant lungs,
though soon things have calmed down enough
that I leave a static dent,
that my breath is pressure lacking wind,
that white and grey and black are one.
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< dog is warm >
the creatures of canada
the creatures of the great white north
laugh at our winters
laugh at us tiny critters of the mud
critters consigned
by indifferent fate
to the soggy bottom of an ancient sea
to the gulf coast of texas
we are mice
who think rats elephants
and cool days cold
and the dogs and cats
huddled with us
a sanctuary from demon climes
- - -
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
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The Contents of My Man-Purse
1. a small amount of cash in case my cards are lost or cancelled
2. enough I.D. and credentials to keep me out of a Kafka novel
3. my daily prescription meds
4. a fifth of rye in the event I get thirsty
5. my tranquilizers in the event the rye doesn't quench
6. a photograph of you with electricity enough to defibrillate Elvis
7. gum, a toothbrush and paste
8. a few tracts for Jesus I was given in the street
9. a penciled poem my daughter wrote
10. a faith somewhat idolatrous
