March Free Poetry Jam!

[Steve Plonk]

An infusion of confusion winds
Its "willy-nilly" way into the cortex
Of my mind,
But, in spite of this mental vortex--
I keep the conversation
Flowing with my going...

Even after a night of flying...
I ignore the nit in the
Corner of my eye,
Continuing this wayward
Frenzied fit on the world net...
Hello out there, today!...

[judih]

what a day!
unfelt feeling permeation
botched martial move disintegration
anger from afar
justice scales ajar
who knew situations
mental circuit conflagrations

[joel]

Venus in the bright star's orbit,
Venus in the gaze of Tannhäuser—
me in time with Pluto, instead with Pluto,
if I am the is who holds the was-a-planet
with no power by Jove
and no moon of my own
but with eccentric pathways
sometimes nearer, sometimes farther and frozen away—
no moon, but a can on which to sit—
fragile planets break anyhow into their dandelion seed-dreams.

[Arcadia]

the cosmic beggar
can´t reach the sky
with his eyes
dials and dials a spring
and kicks the can

[judih]

slow dance
from venus to jupiter
how many angels glide on that dust
small eyes search for signs
constant reception

[hester_prynne]

Hearts iced over
cracking up in March,
long sleep
melts in satisfied
rest,
giggling to be born again,
poets sprout beauty
about it,
and the squirrels act cool,
but their tails tell me,
they are excited too.

[judih]

tails of fur
tales of ur
trails of brrr
rock - russ - see

[Steve Plonk]

A short time ago, I believe,
I saw a trine of Venus, Jupiter, &
Moon, which inspired me to
Start howling an old tune--

As it might, it turned out
To be a caterwall,
Which reverberated
On a nearby rock wall,
Bounced off the
Dozing mockingbirds
In cedar trees &
Came back at me...

From the mockingbirds:
"With a little bit of
Luck we'll be on our way..."
Hey, Hey, Hey...
Still say my prayers tonight--
"Always merry & bright..."

[Doreen Peri]

Write the night bright,
ignore the slights, the brief
disappearance of a full moon
behind random cloud cover,
truth seeping through
tiny pinpoints poked into a black sky.

Choose wisely.
No use in wondering why.
Be true to the view of yourself
you hold in your heart,
honest and real,
the artist, the seer.

Never question the apparent,
the glaring, the unfair transparency.

It drips like blood from
the murderous cross.
The dismissal is their loss.

It's only March.
Spring is yet to come. Soon.
The jonquils are already in bloom.
And to many, you are loved.

[Doreen Peri]

Need to check the calendar.
Need the first day of spring.
That's when the banners will change
to flowers and sun, among other things.
Tired of the winter.
Need a break from above.
I may become religious.
Please, Lord, send me love.

[judih]

love is all we need
a kiss on the lips
30 day joy diet
hug and compassion
thick clouds of tenderness
sunshine therapy
soul skips in a slight breeze
a hammock between trees

[Kailashana]

mea culpa
the cup stops here
papa
a begger's bowl
growls
with anticipation
give the dog his bone
and free up the monotony
of all that would-be free
as a bird were it not for
the "no exit" sign
on your forehead, my traveling companion;
it's a one-way trip to Oz
and you don't come back
tell 'em
Anna said hello so on with
the disappearing show,

"make it all go away."

crude
lewd
solitude

the brain just gets sidetracked and whacked, Jack?

eh?

(Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
and the sky is not cloudy all day.)

Liar.


~A


~A

[judih]

round here, Oz is all we know
again and again
near and far
curtains open
secrets parade
cards on the table
life is a rice krispie
never soggy
always available
crystal balls for later
march knocks now

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Auntie Em.
I don't like you.
You're mean and rude
and never give me freedom
to do as I please.
If I so much as sneeze,
you blame me for catching
a cold. You're arrogant and old.
It's time for me to go.
And I'm taking Toto.

Just me,
Dorothy

[Arcadia]

Kansas & tornados... damn!
who´s in prison?
are we in 1939?
are the muchkins the proto-blue meanies?
Hold on, Dorothy ...!
(Totó seems to be a smart guy!)
but the end of the story smells
(a bit!)
like Alice in Wonderland ...
orrrrrrr it´s just me?
(cheesy moon
keep winking)