Challenge: The Perfect Ten (v2.0)

[sassynyc]

soul
hip
hop
jazz
rag
mop
wail
cottontail
full
stop

spinnin'
on the ones and twos
dj...drop the beat

 

[PandoraGlitters]

sunday sessions

swinging from his baton tip
all my sounds are tapped

 

[sassynyc]

co-star

he vies for leading man in:
Love of My Life

 

[vampiredust]

There is no irony in this poem

Saw Dante hitchhiking
along the Mojave. Drank
absinth. Burned throat.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

the dangers of ambiance

fire lit lovers
flicker on the edge
of the wood

 

[sassynyc]

stick up

your life
in exchange
for the change
in your pocket

 

[HoHoBomb]

Thank God for the past but now is where yat

 

[PandoraGlitters]

cedar ghosts
furl into nostrils
aching our jaws
with loss

 

[Blicero]

A generalization

He loves who she is.

She loves what he is.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

the rope and the anchor
together hold fast
the sea

 

[Eluard]

When the Greeks discovered square root two
they discovered infinity.

 

[bisexualsmoker]

distant horizens
crossroads and choices
inspiration,serendipity
heeds inner voices

 

[vampiredust]

Mosquito

A mosquito's needle-beak
extracted her red sun.
That night we froze.

 

[vampiredust]

Canvas (1)

Pines' dense black -
brushes for some
distant canvas.

 

[vampiredust]

Mosquito eyed satellite
dishes scan for blood.
Desert cacti bloom.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

And she didn't laugh

On my husband
she replied
about how her hand
broke.

 

[vampiredust]

hand me downs from a distant cousin

...thought the Cuban
missile crisis was about
a baseball player.

 

[Anschul]

On my husband
she replied
about how her hand
broke.

On my wife's fist,
he replied unintelligibly,
his jaw wired.

 

[sassynyc]

suspicion

something wicked
in the flinty glare
of his marble eyes

 

[vampiredust]

Social Utility? My ass

No,
I don't want your face
in my book.

 

[Guest]

Spring

hay fever up

. . . fever down

. . . . . . . . . . Fall

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Nothing can live
in the hollow ache
of your absence.

 

[Anschul]

Blood from the heart
seeps
from emotional scars
never healed.

 

[sassynyc]

Blood from the heart
seeps
from emotional scars
never healed.

no sutures
to mend
the gaping wound
that goes unseen

 

[sassynyc]

the book and the cover

labels and boxes
for the pantry.....
i fit neither well