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Pavlov’s Pups and A Call for Collaboration

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Pavlov’s Pups

We’re all just
Pavlov’s pups
rising to chimes
falling to clocks

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Poetry Collaborations: OPEN

Hey, folks. If you’re a regular around here, you might have noticed a new page up there on the tool bar. I’d love to get some work going with other bloggers. I’m currently thinking anything from writing poems back and forth with either a certain topic or prompt to just featuring the work on our blogs in a steady sort of flow. If you’re interested and want to give it a go, see if the criteria below fits your interests and then post a message here and we can start hashing things out.

Things You Should Probably Know:

  • I post normally 3 times a week but would consider adding an extra day just devoted to features
  • Most of my writing is either sarcastic or down right silly
  • I’d like to keep things light aka I’m not looking for any dark or sorrowful tones here
  • I do like using imagery when I actually write seriously so this is also an option (but I wouldn’t get your hopes up)
  • Alcohol + Me = A certainty (if this subject is touchy for you, probably should move along)
  • I, in no way, will condone or affiliate with writing that can be taken as hate speech against ANY group
  • I’m as chatty as a liquored-up larkĀ  so get ready for some communication
  • I write because I love it and because I’m too lazy to pick up another hobby so let’s keep things fun

Alright, if you don’t have a problem with any of that above go ahead and post here and we can start talking and I look forwards for the opportunity to work with you!

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Don’t Cast Your Stones

The world’s a little
out of line
but who are we
to judge?

Followers who wallow
in its muck
and never
rise above.

Hanging On

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Hanging On

Down and out
from being up
and down
still hanging on
but lacking solid
ground

Ready to place
my bets on
any sure sort
of chance
all while finding out
that I’m only
as good as my
regrets.

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday- and thank the entire universe for that! Well, we made it through another week, folks. Don’t know about yours, but mine’s been another interesting ride. Got that poem above there that sort of helped me feel out exactly how my head has been handling all this, and I’m sure that anyone who feels like they aren’t exactly on the most solid ground can relate. Kinda that point where you’re looking for anything that your feet won’t pass right on through to stand on.

Well, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and the world finds you ready to go another round!

Special thanks to mikhas for the awesome image today!

It’s Not ( Thank You Cont.)

Thank You

Honestly, thank you.

It’s not that I couldn’t
do it without you,
it’s that I simply
wouldn’t.

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Seriously, still going on to thank everyone for their support, folks. I honestly wouldn’t have done this without you. If I had started posting my poetry and hadn’t had followers that clicked daily or commented frequently, I probably would have given up by now. Well, not probably. I would have given up by now. So, in turn, you are really the driving force behind all this if you are reading this right now and, as I said before, thank you. I appreciate it more than you know.

 

picture of cupcake

It’s maple bacon. You should be drooling right about now.

… and I got to get myself this cupcake, as per tradition, so it is an all around good sensation šŸ˜‰

 

Anywho, hope you’re at home enjoying something cold and on the rocks tonight! Be sure to have another one on me for all that you’ve helped to do.

Small Talk

small talk picture

Small Talk

They all say just how
the cookie crumbles but
not how the lion fell

talk of always the way
things are but never
of the voices quelled

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It’s short, it’s sweet- It’s Friday, folks! Thought I’d toss up this lil’ guy while still in the process of finishing up ‘ We Will’. Can’t rush a thank you poem around here, especially not when it is for all of y’all. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this little albeit more serious poem as a homage to the shallow nature of talk for those who want to look a bit deeper.

Hereā€™s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you ready for another round!

Locomotion

Walking Woman

Locomotion

Coffee filters
float like
dandelion dreams
whenĀ locomotive
steam drawn
women thunder
by.

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I know that there are some women that, when they are angry, don’t really say anything, but they have that sense of purpose to their movement. It’s that brisk-stiff, I’m suddenly-silent-and-cleaning-everything-ferociously sort of movement. I, for example, do this and, as a result, I usually end up knocking loose papers off the fridge or, in one case last night, of sending a few stray coffee filters into the air. I also reeeallly like the fact that locomotive starts with loco, ’cause there is just a bit of that crazy-mad in me that gets me walking around all fast aka being steam powered as I thunder through the kitchen.

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