King for a Day. All the Pawns would play. Shape and stature, White or black lacquer? What does it matter, if you strut along so dapper? Take this moment by the horns, Wearing that crown of gilded thorns. Slide along this…
King for a Day. All the Pawns would play. Shape and stature, White or black lacquer? What does it matter, if you strut along so dapper? Take this moment by the horns, Wearing that crown of gilded thorns. Slide along this…
This old place has become a worn relic Avoiding the urge to redevelop Farms often sold with great haste Seldom is this sort of place Left alone nature’s charm can envelop. ~ an EWK Limerick Poe’em ©2016 EWK /// Irish Limerick line-style…
Hostile words released. One word follows another, As thoughts are sentenced. Both hearts burned eternally In smoldering emotions. Repression by words Never polite; soon ignite. Insecurities. Formed in passive-aggressions. Time heals all wounds: don’t they say? Much could be spoken,…
What does beautiful feel like in the dark? What does sexy sound like in silence? What does time look like without a clock? ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Stacks of memories Some pages stuck together Story of my life. ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Pineapple daydreams Potent yellowing within Best eaten when ripe. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Olympics Gymnast Limits Fitness A gold medal Olympics gymnast. Scores with tens, no limits of fitness. ~ an EWK Tyburn (+1) Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Steady Ready Chevy Heavy Everyone push, steady! — all ready? This broken-down Chevy is heavy. ~ an EWK Tyburn Poe’em ©2016 EWK (A Tyburn poem contains six verses of a 2:2:2:2:9:9 syllabic pattern. The first four lines rhyme and are…
Life is bittersweet Add spoonfuls of dreams per day Stir vigorously ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Fold me here Take this end and line it up with that one I’m flexible I bend Place your hand here and press down firmly Slide it along and crease me Crisp edges There you’ve got it Now insert Tab…
The clouds of this life you see Have passed us by in shape-shifted serenity You don’t always look up, as it’s there I would be. This tree of life has become your home. It’s branches have grown with time A…
Hotter Brought her Daughter Water As the beach got hotter I brought her Boyfriend and my daughter iced water. ~ an EWK Tyburn Poe’em ©2016 EWK (A Tyburn poem contains six verses of a 2:2:2:2:9:9 syllabic pattern. The first four…
I don’t have a typewriter; my fingertips on lettered keys, the old fashioned kind of way… I don’t have a pencil or a pen; my thoughts I would inscribe, my restless mind keeps dropping them… I don’t have a sheet…
Tour de France Road racing Bicycles Mountain course Time trials Village runs Cheering crowds Peloton Collisions • Traditions Three weeks long Endurance Team leader Sprinter lead Echelons Breakaway Finish line Victory Maillot jaune! (’yellow jersey’) ~ an EWK Tricube (x2)…
I once had a pair of Army boots. They were tired and worn from so much use. My mother had died, She had them outside. They’re mine; soon as I get the laces loose. ~ an EWK Limerick Poe’em ©2016…
The Battle of the Somme was considered one of the most devastating battles of World War One. The initial battle charge of the British/French and Allied forces into the ‘No Man’s Land’ battlefront started promptly at 7:30 am on the morning of July 1, 1916. This first offensive attempt by the Allies was preceded for as many as 5 days of artillery barrage of well-over a million munition shells into the front line and surrounding trench fortifications of the German troops prior to the 1st of July. The Battle of the Somme continued on for 141 consecutive days, resulting in immense loss of lives and debilitating injuries in the millions. This event was neither the beginning, nor the end of the war.
Shaft of light shines down Without a shadow of doubt Of nature’s beauty. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
RGB Primary Colors of three. Draw a line And let it be Colored with life, Drawn by hand, from me. A graceful curve Splotches of sheen A shadow’s darkened cast, Brief glimpses of my own mystery. Blank pages achingly beckon…
Camera captured convergent and congruent crossings containing combined congregations of coincidentally collaborative and conciliatory colloidal configurations. Circumstances of suspended scattering of shimmering circular shapes circumflex and surround several situations of superimposed circumferential circumstances. ~ an EWK alliteration Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Turning Churning Yearning Learning Once your mind is turning and churning You begin a yearning for learning. ~ an EWK Tyburn Poe’em ©2016 EWK (A Tyburn poem contains six verses of a 2:2:2:2:9:9 syllabic pattern. The first four lines rhyme…
Can we recall the first time? That moment of our realization; that initial release to these unexpectedly unexplored realms. Plunging freely within that moment; compelled onwards by our own momentum, a gravitational tug downward. Destined to become a fluid muddling…
Autumn time Sunlit veins Nature’s tinge. Amber glow Maple leaf Gentle winds. Golden days Summer’s gone Gossamer fringe. ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tricube poem has 3 syllables per verse, 3 verses per stanza, and 3 stanzas in…
Tunnel carved from stone One way in – another out Open at both ends. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
A sliver of moonlight scrapes along my windowpane. Hurting my mind as these eyes wouldn’t see These shards of my saddening darkness Silhouetted as outlines drawn My curtains shut tight At night. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Posted A new photo – This blue shadow A Heron posed Posted ~ an EWK Poe’em & Photo ©2016 EWK (photo of a Blue Heron: taken along the Chesapeake Bay; Havre de Grace, Maryland, USA)
I’m a spinning top. Balance lost. Arms and bits flailing Stray thoughts and feelings Commotion of every size and sort Overspent forces in assorted directions. Comings and goings Often not returning Distracted contributions Fogs of confusion. It’s not about me…
Our lives are so received Subject to a memory The edifice of person. Spirit of minds eventual uniting Within the endless bounds of time Eternities of sighs and disbeliefs. Containment of desires Eluded by weighted patience Held to earthen legacies.…
Here with you Teasing looks Seeking Desires Tingling Wanting it all Here with you Fingertips Fondling Our bodies Mingling Revealing us As we touch Breathing in Gasping Tongues…
A Haiku I knew Three verses to consider Written on my heart. ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
~ an EWK Quilted Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Gravy Navy Daily Coffee Hot chipped beef with gravy, Navy chow Served up on toast daily; coffee now. ~ an EWK Tyburn Poe’em ©2016 EWK (“S.O.S.” is a Navy term to refer to “Sh*t On a Shingle” as Creamed Chip…
‘Draken’ ship Viking age Ocean sail. Wind and waves Hearts and hands Global crew. Norwegian Heritage History. ~ Discipline Adventure Bucket list. ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK // Reference: Viking ship ‘Draken Harald Hårfagre’ is a modern, craft-built…
Tomorrow, When it arrives: Is Today. ~ Today, When it has passed: Is Yesterday. ~ Yesterday, Becomes our past: Memories. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
I was 9. Grandparent’s homestead My land of make-believe Jailhouse in a tree Time stood still. Once Upon a Time. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by an old Polaroid photo)
‘I Sing the Volcano Electric (Poetic)’ (written in an unedited flow of creative eruption – broken into 9 parts; with respect to the poetic work of the Whitman classic) 1 I sing the volcano electric, These crowded thoughts I love,…
Saturations of seedy springtime soot seriously stresses sensitive schnozzles. Suffering sinus stuffiness seems so stressful since a strained septum certainly sets sensations of stubborn symptoms so stifling that snorts of snot should be slightly sniffled or seriously sneezed so certain…
Coniferous cones Bound by boughs of evergreen Nature’s seed shakers. ~an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Busy buzzing bees pollinate plentiful plants. Puffy plant proboscises persist to pester, per propinquitous proliferations of perky plant pistils pouting profusely with ponderous plumes of pollens purposely producing presently pronounced piles of pesky pollen puddles. Perplexing predicament; perhaps? Particularly passionate…
Coming • Soaring Guiding Leading Coaxing Adjoining Following Encouraging Flying as one, In angled procession. Guided by instincts, To distant destinations. Heading onward and beyond, Thrusted flapping with necks outstretched. Taunts of trumpeting, Echoing ahead in…
Done doing daily down and dirty digging, determined to disable, de-root and disrupt droves of decadent dandelions by the dozens. ~ an EWK alliteration Poe’em ©2016 EWK (an alliteration creation inspiration situation)
Edge of storm Lightning strikes Pressure forms Windy night Clouds surround Wondrous sights Thunder sounds Torrent rain Skies unbound ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK // Photo credit: Willoughby Owen
Springtime birds and budding flowers Sets my mind to April showers, Gentle breezes. Occasional sneezes. Seasons of promised warming Sunlight rises more each morning, My heart jumps ahead. My mind renews. My calendar flips Past winter’s brittle frost nips, Looking…
Namaste ~ eyes closing head bowing palms clasping Heart chakra Unite soul Divine spark breathing in slowing pulse breathing out ~ Meditate Clarify Unify my body my mindset my heart; beats Divine love Go with flow Third eye open ~…
Morning has broken – Sunlight through my window breaks: Repaired with coffee. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
My world here slowly turns me around to where you are. Can words reach out for what needs to be said to you on distant horizons, many hours ahead? Thoughts pass among us, time zones between us apart. Nighttime comes…
~ To have, Our lives Woven in time And place Spun from memories. and To hold, Ourselves With special cares We’ve shared To our days of old. ~ To have, Moments Of tender flesh Wrinkled From tasks we’ve done. and…
Sun, it is a’set’in. Springtime arrives with hopeful intent. Bedtime has come, as prayers are said. Flowering bee’d beds, raise up their bloom’in heads. Happy, flappy birds begin the next baby birdy boom on every bud’ning branch. Starry, starry night.…
Haiku’s verse, restrained. Limerick’s phrase entertains! Poetic freedoms. ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
~ an EWK Acrostic Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Scenic ship slot. Carefully crossing the confining Corinth Canal. Smooth cruise through a Grecian groove. ~ an EWK alliteration Poe’em ©2016 EWK // Reference information: The Corinth Canal; located in Greece, was completed in 1893. It cuts through the…
Tick tock… Time to turn time FORWARD! Commence calibrating clocks and cuckoos consecutively clockwise. Caution! Could cause considerable consternation; choreographed care of cosmically-computed chronographs keeping chronological clocks conclusively clicking… Causing cross-country commenting and commotion… Consider copious cups of coffee? Grab…
Alluring Architecture Bouldered Bastion Crenelated Castle Dulcet Daybreak Ensconced Eminence Flagged Finials Guarded Gorge Historic Heraldry Intimately Intriguing Jutting Juxtapositions Kingly Knoll Legendary Landscape Monumental Mystique Nostalgic Nobility Obsolete Obstacle Pinnacled Parapets Quaint Quirkiness Rusticated Ramparts Steepled Spires Timeless Towers…
Picturesque Pisa Scenic cylinder Legendary lean Classic colonnade A tilted tower. ~ an EWK 5×5 Poe’em ©2016 EWK (5 verses of 5 syllabic beats) (inspired by a love of history)
“Can” we ever truly find connection? And, without any “strings” attached? (connection) creates (connection) = C³ Word toss from a friend = ‘Connection’ My alliterative gift in return: “Casual communication can cause a common connection. Continued contentment and confidential contemplation…
Royal blue Foamy sea Rudder’s wake Current churns Waves repose Buoyant trust Crested caps Lapis depths Bon voyage’ ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tricube poem has 3 syllables per verse, 3 verses per stanza, and 3 stanzas in…
Inoculation. Cautious of a pending flu Band-Aid marks the spot. ~ an EWK alliteration Poe’em ©2016
Magic words online are relayed. A puzzled code, A game to play. Thanks to you, the ‘RSA’. A challenge of a million years. This ciphertext twist, we have no fears. Joined online, we can’t resist! Chipsets hum, and heat sinks…
after all its twists and turns. D A N D A N D A N D A N D A N D A N it was phosphate that brought us together. ~ an EWK…
Push ups perk up placid pectorals. Posed plank positions; properly poised, primes productive pressures purposefully. Providing patience is practiced; promising progressive potential positional performance potency is produced. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by my own workouts)
~ an EWK Photo Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a walk in nature)
Is IKEA infinitely invaded by incoherently immobilizing inhabitants? Indeed. Arrows apparent… Marketing to the masses muddling the marketplace… Mumblings of made-up Swedish manufactured merchandises? Maybe a MÄRKLIG, a MÖRBYLÅNGA, or a MYNDIG might manage? If intermittent inlaid in-way indicators imply…
Earth turns slowly round Infinite horizons sought As we dare to blink. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by another day) // video from Pixabay
Peanut butter… Mmm… make a sandwich, slices of bread… Crisped slabs of toast, plunged up from slots, bounding up, so warm and so hot… Here’s where some butter would hit the right spot. I must find a butter in time……
Celestial spheres Seeking a bent horizon If only I could. Jump. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Bodies in balance Nurturing our desires, Mutual pleasures. ~ Sixty-nine moments Cunnilingus, Fellati- O! Oh yes, yes! Yes! ~ Carnal apogees Spontaneous convergence, Afternoon delight. ~ an EWK (5:7:5)³ Triple Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a daydream)
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~ an EWK Poe’em ©2015 EWK
Polar bear’s Glacial ’bode Tundra lair. Ice pack flow Artic life Chrystal snow. Northern lights Midnight sun Nature’s plight. ~ Fate is glum Habitat? Damage done. Global pact Policies… Snow bear’s path. We shall see Hope will be Our legacy.…
Long car ride Are we there Yet? Almost. Turn signal Shifting lanes Need to pee. Spiral ramp Exiting Cloverleaf. ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tricubic poem is composed of 3 syllables per verse, 3 verses per stanza,…
This old man has seen Through it all: both love and loss Not to disrespect. This old man has lived By the work of his own hands He deserves respect. This old man has prayers Since his good old days; long…
cozy cabin. snuggled in sheets of crystalline dew. wooded wonder. stiffened boughs of frosted grasp enclosing. secluded silence. beneath hushed respires of vapors exhalation. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a daydream & a snowstorm)
• A Pale Pose Fleshy Cocoon Translucent Disclosure Ethereal Placidity Porcelain Embracement Sculptured Repose Etched As Is • ~ an EWK Syllabic Sequence Poe’em ©2016 EWK / Photo from Pixabay // Image enhancements by Eric W. Killip /// Syllabic structure…
a Work-In-Progress poem… A story of hope, living, loving, choices, and of sorrows.
Nocturnal visions Staring into dark shadows Aroused awareness Sleeping with eyes wide open Enraptured insomnia. ~ an EWK Tanka Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by my vivid dream experiences)
Bingo Betty of Boise bets big. Being a bigwig basement bingo Bouffant beauty; Betty is busy beside her bingo board blotting bottle, Bible & Bic. Betty’s bus beckons. Ball bin bounces… “B4!” Betty blots a blank. Bingo! ~ an EWK…
Nocturnal Admissions Revealing Memories Lost in time Awakened. Sleeping in Liquefied Lucidity. ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tricubic is a poem composed of 3 beats per verse, 3 verses per stanza, and 3 stanzas in total)
We’re in bed by nine Not what you think — We’re too old Ain’t gettin’ any… Not getting much younger, too Wake these slumbering passions. ~ an EWK Tanka Poe’em ©2016 EWK (poem of 5:7:5:7:7 verse beats, non-rhymed)
Get in there Clean that up She would say. My Mother Had enough Of the mess. She loved me To know that It’s my turn. ~ an EWK Tricubic Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tricubic is a poem composed of 3…
Red fire hydrant Stands alone on the sidewalk Will work for fire. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Too much to shovel I need a Chiropractor Nature’s torture test. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Noble building lit Up at night: a landmark now Historic shadows. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Saturday’s snowstorm subsides as the sullen sunlight has surrendered. Streets and sidewalks are smothered in serenely snow-flaked scenes. Slumbering snowbound suburbanites snuggle in soft sheets; so surely sensing, that snow shovels and steadfastness should suffice to scoop snow into summits…
Connection. ~ an EWK Quilted Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by living, and listening)
Smiling sledders swarm a ‘Studebaker’ sedan to snatch a simple source of sliding snowy streets. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (an alliteration creation inspiration situation) // vintage photo source is unknown
Snowing in silence Blizzard arrives, nighttime comes Whiteness in the dark. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a snowstorm)
Keeping up appearances is such a matter. Rivulets of soaps, soils and suds Whisked and whirling buffing brush beaters Patter sounding… thud, thud, swoosh and a swoosh and thud. Neon’ish lights dictate modes of indication. Steam hot water, soapy spritz…
~ an EWK Quilted Poe’em ©2016 EWK Good Morning! How did you wake up this morning? Deep sleep? Sweet dreams? Or, “Let’s try that again.”? (inspired by a cup of coffee, and bacon)
Oncoming traffic Opposing destinations ==== Double yellow line ==== ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em ©2016 EWK (inspired by a drive, on the right side)
Saddened sorrows sung Far around the world now ‘Planet Earth is blue’ Sent beyond the Stardust’s songs David Bowie, we’ll miss you. ~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK (a Tanka style poetic stanza; in 5:7:5:7:7 verse) // Verse credit ‘Planet Earth is…