2023 Poem-A-Week Challenge (Poems Only Thread)
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butters
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poem #41
stop and smell the (poets)roses
when choosing shrubs to plant it's hard to miss
if picking out a rose to climb or form
a bushy rush of colour; such is bliss
when scented air becomes a garden's norm
from formal scheme to cloistered walk a-blush
from scrambling vines with shower heads of blooms
from open-faced to ruffled-petals' hush
from pots and trellis, roses make the rooms
with vibrant names—some dainty, some obscure
we populate each space, creating views;
by promises of more each pathway lures
as eyes delight in knowns whilst seeking news
and though the bees still ruffle every head
a rose without perfume is good as dead
stop and smell the (poets)roses
when choosing shrubs to plant it's hard to miss
if picking out a rose to climb or form
a bushy rush of colour; such is bliss
when scented air becomes a garden's norm
from formal scheme to cloistered walk a-blush
from scrambling vines with shower heads of blooms
from open-faced to ruffled-petals' hush
from pots and trellis, roses make the rooms
with vibrant names—some dainty, some obscure
we populate each space, creating views;
by promises of more each pathway lures
as eyes delight in knowns whilst seeking news
and though the bees still ruffle every head
a rose without perfume is good as dead
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goddessofglee
a gentle girly girl!
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№42
Just a Jest?
If you wanna see me,
You've got to do more than this.
Just a jest,
or a feeling so zest,
won't cut it for me, I'm afraid.
I need something more,
things that will make hearts soar.
quirk that will make me feel alive,
something that will make me want to jive.
So come on,
show me what you've got.
Let me see your passion,
let me feel your love.
Jaunt me away John,
with your words, witty and fun.
Jangle my heartstrings,
with your touch
so gentle yet firm.
Just don't leave me hanging,
with your words so palaverous.
I need to have something real,
something to make me boisterous.
So, dear John...
I'm not asking for much,
If you wanna see me,
Don't be so jittery,
Let it ooze out,
In your words,
Let's just be together,
and write a poem...
Just like a Jazz band playing live.
Just a barbarous Jargon with J,
Jangle in an unmelodious Jive,
Just a jumpstart to your heart.
Just a Jaunt to the Jazz Joint,
Just a feeling like a first kiss,
Just a joke, or a Jaunty Jest,
Just a jump to the Jukebox,
Just show me some spunk.
Just a heart full of Joy ajar.
Just makes my heart flutter.
Just so Jolting, so Jarring,
Just like a Jelly, so Jiggly.
Just Journey to the Joint,
Just a whisper, so gentle,
Just a jar of Jelly beans,
Just a Jaunty invitation,
Just don't be so Jaded,
Just a feeling of bliss.
Just a little bit of love.
Join me in this dance.
Just a Jarring Jingle,
Just like you used to.
Jump to the chance,
Just like back then.
Just let it ooze out,
Just like old times,
Just say the word,
Just be yourself,
Jog my memory,
Just a little bit,
Just a feeling,
Jokingly flirt,
Just like that...
Just a kiss,
Just John!
Just a Jest?
If you wanna see me,
You've got to do more than this.
Just a jest,
or a feeling so zest,
won't cut it for me, I'm afraid.
I need something more,
things that will make hearts soar.
quirk that will make me feel alive,
something that will make me want to jive.
So come on,
show me what you've got.
Let me see your passion,
let me feel your love.
Jaunt me away John,
with your words, witty and fun.
Jangle my heartstrings,
with your touch
so gentle yet firm.
Just don't leave me hanging,
with your words so palaverous.
I need to have something real,
something to make me boisterous.
So, dear John...
I'm not asking for much,
If you wanna see me,
Don't be so jittery,
Let it ooze out,
In your words,
Let's just be together,
and write a poem...
Just like a Jazz band playing live.
Just a barbarous Jargon with J,
Jangle in an unmelodious Jive,
Just a jumpstart to your heart.
Just a Jaunt to the Jazz Joint,
Just a feeling like a first kiss,
Just a joke, or a Jaunty Jest,
Just a jump to the Jukebox,
Just show me some spunk.
Just a heart full of Joy ajar.
Just makes my heart flutter.
Just so Jolting, so Jarring,
Just like a Jelly, so Jiggly.
Just Journey to the Joint,
Just a whisper, so gentle,
Just a jar of Jelly beans,
Just a Jaunty invitation,
Just don't be so Jaded,
Just a feeling of bliss.
Just a little bit of love.
Join me in this dance.
Just a Jarring Jingle,
Just like you used to.
Jump to the chance,
Just like back then.
Just let it ooze out,
Just like old times,
Just say the word,
Just be yourself,
Jog my memory,
Just a little bit,
Just a feeling,
Jokingly flirt,
Just like that...
Just a kiss,
Just John!
Tzara
Continental
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Rondeau for Gretchen
I don't know why it didn't work.
Perhaps my smile felt more a smirk?
Is that what made us fall apart,
Or that my kisses were too tart,
Or that I could be such a jerk?
I thought we really had the spark,
Emotionally rising arc,
But then all ended pain and hurt.
I don't know why.
Your sensitivity, my quirks,
Made everything go quite berserk
And rid our coupling of its art
That left us both with battered hearts
Our love left mired in dark and murk.
I don't know why.
Week 35: Poem 1: Total 49
I don't know why it didn't work.
Perhaps my smile felt more a smirk?
Is that what made us fall apart,
Or that my kisses were too tart,
Or that I could be such a jerk?
I thought we really had the spark,
Emotionally rising arc,
But then all ended pain and hurt.
I don't know why.
Your sensitivity, my quirks,
Made everything go quite berserk
And rid our coupling of its art
That left us both with battered hearts
Our love left mired in dark and murk.
I don't know why.
Week 35: Poem 1: Total 49
Angeline
Poet Chick
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Private Cars
They ride first class
in soft, cushioned comfort.
It's 1940 and Edward Kennedy Ellington
has embraced his growing fame.
The Duke has relinquished uptown--
Harlem's famed Cotton Club,
left behind long-limbed dancers,
zoot suit dandies, glittering sophisticates
shiny-eyed with champagne
and taken his big sound,
that crazy blues totin' band
of soloists and sidemen,
on the road to conquer
greater America.
He meets the challenge
with his cool graceful smile
and debonair style.
He throws back his sculpted head
and laughs because they rolling baby--
these music men roll navigating
the money jungle in private cars
where dollars speak
louder than murderous Jim Crow,
and a train becomes a talisman
clacking down the miles.
And ain't those porters
proud to care for these
crazy braves headed south
like magi bearing gifts
that moan, growl, ring and blare
to strike at the heart
of ignorance to make feet pat,
heads nod and fingers snap
until every body jumps like those 88s,
jumps to forget the weary blues
circa 1940, jumps to a sound
that rolls like a train.
Week 35, Poem 1, Total 41
They ride first class
in soft, cushioned comfort.
It's 1940 and Edward Kennedy Ellington
has embraced his growing fame.
The Duke has relinquished uptown--
Harlem's famed Cotton Club,
left behind long-limbed dancers,
zoot suit dandies, glittering sophisticates
shiny-eyed with champagne
and taken his big sound,
that crazy blues totin' band
of soloists and sidemen,
on the road to conquer
greater America.
He meets the challenge
with his cool graceful smile
and debonair style.
He throws back his sculpted head
and laughs because they rolling baby--
these music men roll navigating
the money jungle in private cars
where dollars speak
louder than murderous Jim Crow,
and a train becomes a talisman
clacking down the miles.
And ain't those porters
proud to care for these
crazy braves headed south
like magi bearing gifts
that moan, growl, ring and blare
to strike at the heart
of ignorance to make feet pat,
heads nod and fingers snap
until every body jumps like those 88s,
jumps to forget the weary blues
circa 1940, jumps to a sound
that rolls like a train.
Week 35, Poem 1, Total 41
Ambient4190
Really Experienced
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back & forth
upside down
dancing on the jungle gym
higher higher
hair flyin'
idling away on the swing
roaming exploring
pedaling faster
in the streets
nightfall
house
eat maybe
next mornin'
escape outside
free
once again
upside down
dancing on the jungle gym
higher higher
hair flyin'
idling away on the swing
roaming exploring
pedaling faster
in the streets
nightfall
house
eat maybe
next mornin'
escape outside
free
once again
Angeline
Poet Chick
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I Heard Audrey Hepburn Sing Moon River
When I begin to cry
I remember your arms,
so strong and comforting,
how they'd encircle me,
draw me close enough to bask
in the scent of skin and patchouli--
my wild hippie boy, guitar, lost dreams
and battered birkenstocks.
You'd say don't cry baby, everything
is fine.
I'll never understand grief.
I only know it's like the tides, pulled
perhaps by phases of the moon,
waxing and waning as years
roll on.
I wish my heart were an engine.
Maybe it could be taken apart
and put back together
minus the ache that settles in
with song and memory. Maybe
a tune up would make me run
right again.
Week 35, Poem 2, Total 42
When I begin to cry
I remember your arms,
so strong and comforting,
how they'd encircle me,
draw me close enough to bask
in the scent of skin and patchouli--
my wild hippie boy, guitar, lost dreams
and battered birkenstocks.
You'd say don't cry baby, everything
is fine.
I'll never understand grief.
I only know it's like the tides, pulled
perhaps by phases of the moon,
waxing and waning as years
roll on.
I wish my heart were an engine.
Maybe it could be taken apart
and put back together
minus the ache that settles in
with song and memory. Maybe
a tune up would make me run
right again.
Week 35, Poem 2, Total 42
Powerful
butters
High on a Hill
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poem #42
science-light
just because we don't understand something
yet
shouldn't be reason to invent
gods and demons
ghosts and skinwalkers
supernatural tales
but we do
we do
we
word-weave primitive concepts
to wrap our primate brains around
to be spoken sotto voce
here, still, stuck
in our inevitable caves
trapped between a need
to feed the flames of knowledge
& lack of will to gather firewood—
still in fear
of what lies out there
in the dark
science-light
just because we don't understand something
yet
shouldn't be reason to invent
gods and demons
ghosts and skinwalkers
supernatural tales
but we do
we do
we
word-weave primitive concepts
to wrap our primate brains around
to be spoken sotto voce
here, still, stuck
in our inevitable caves
trapped between a need
to feed the flames of knowledge
& lack of will to gather firewood—
still in fear
of what lies out there
in the dark
Broken_paladin
magic in her grace
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Disheartened by the ramblings and nonsense of misguided men,
Trying to convey thoughts locked up in their heads,
Self labeled as poets or artist such fools
With feeling lash out and act like a tool
Need punched in the face but today its called cruel
Craving attention or a validation of few
I am sorry your feelings matter only to you
Sometimes weeks will go by and I forget what is due
Please come December when this challenge is through
I have not much left in me this I confess
So I just wrote this damn poem as a symbol of jest
Trying to convey thoughts locked up in their heads,
Self labeled as poets or artist such fools
With feeling lash out and act like a tool
Need punched in the face but today its called cruel
Craving attention or a validation of few
I am sorry your feelings matter only to you
Sometimes weeks will go by and I forget what is due
Please come December when this challenge is through
I have not much left in me this I confess
So I just wrote this damn poem as a symbol of jest
The Execution
The Execution was scheduled at 6 A.M. sharp on Monday
A nuclear power plant exploded in city incinerating city at 12.03 A. M. sharp Sunday
Judge, Jury, Executioner, TV crews , Jailor, Warden and Condemned prisoner......
All simultaneously blasted to Doomsday....
Who lives......:
Who dies.....??.
Who Sentences.....:
Who cries....??..
The Execution was scheduled at 6 A.M. sharp on Monday
A nuclear power plant exploded in city incinerating city at 12.03 A. M. sharp Sunday
Judge, Jury, Executioner, TV crews , Jailor, Warden and Condemned prisoner......
All simultaneously blasted to Doomsday....
Who lives......:
Who dies.....??.
Who Sentences.....:
Who cries....??..
29wordsforsnow
beyond thirty
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Playing
Kings and Queens of our Hearts
we're all just coins, two-faced
in a divine game of Strip Poker
flipped over onto our dark side
in the most inappropriate moment
losing our bet to the ones we hold
close and dear or away out of fear
true ourselves remain unknown
the cards pressed to our chests
Kings and Queens of our Hearts
we're all just coins, two-faced
in a divine game of Strip Poker
flipped over onto our dark side
in the most inappropriate moment
losing our bet to the ones we hold
close and dear or away out of fear
true ourselves remain unknown
the cards pressed to our chests
Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
- Joined
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- Posts
- 9,549
The White Horse in Austin
The music raw
Bombastic almost
Trebley as all get out
High Chapparal belting it out
The bass player twirling his bass
Getting on top of the ol
Doghouse as it were
Some originals I think
Occasionally an old standard
I recognized
A Waylon and a Johnny Horton number
Couples dancing the two-step
Smiling and gliding across the floor
Effortlessly
Two people gracefully intertwined
They all looked smooth
Well-oiled
Happy
It was artistry really
Rebecca and I got out there too
You can’t help but smile when
You two-step
A cowboy asked Rebecca to dance
Mid 30s with a short mustache
Cowboy boots, belt buckle
The real deal
They looked fantastic
He led her round the dance floor
Twirlin and a twistin and a two-steppin
When she was done
She said “that man was in more control than I’ve ever been.”
She said it sexually
Suggestively
Rolling then closing her eyes as if saying
Holy fuck, I’d have him.
I was gonna ask someone else to dance too
But I’m not light on my feet
Not much confidence
In that department
But Bex had a number of takers
Two dollar Lone Stars
Must’ve had eleventeen of em
I was a drunken NJ cowboy
By the end of it
I told Bex to saddle up
And we stumbled out to find
Our horse
(Not to worry, we took an Uber home)
Back at the hotel
It was
Just Rebecca and I
Making love
37/52
The music raw
Bombastic almost
Trebley as all get out
High Chapparal belting it out
The bass player twirling his bass
Getting on top of the ol
Doghouse as it were
Some originals I think
Occasionally an old standard
I recognized
A Waylon and a Johnny Horton number
Couples dancing the two-step
Smiling and gliding across the floor
Effortlessly
Two people gracefully intertwined
They all looked smooth
Well-oiled
Happy
It was artistry really
Rebecca and I got out there too
You can’t help but smile when
You two-step
A cowboy asked Rebecca to dance
Mid 30s with a short mustache
Cowboy boots, belt buckle
The real deal
They looked fantastic
He led her round the dance floor
Twirlin and a twistin and a two-steppin
When she was done
She said “that man was in more control than I’ve ever been.”
She said it sexually
Suggestively
Rolling then closing her eyes as if saying
Holy fuck, I’d have him.
I was gonna ask someone else to dance too
But I’m not light on my feet
Not much confidence
In that department
But Bex had a number of takers
Two dollar Lone Stars
Must’ve had eleventeen of em
I was a drunken NJ cowboy
By the end of it
I told Bex to saddle up
And we stumbled out to find
Our horse
(Not to worry, we took an Uber home)
Back at the hotel
It was
Just Rebecca and I
Making love
37/52
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goddessofglee
a gentle girly girl!
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- 202
№43
Is my Life a Joke?
(The Joke?)
Or maybe (Cosmic Joker)
or something more?...
My life is a joke, a cosmic prank,
A punchline that does not land.
My story is a joke, in its every word,
My every action, a pratfall absurd.
A cruel twist of fate, a sickly wink.
Every sign is a waiting trap, yet never do I sink.
But I will not give up, nor will I give in!
I won't let this joke, make me sink, as I swim!
My thong is a joke,
"What's up?" That's a joke too
Roundabout, ad-hoc,
Pac-a-mac, in my bag
stride in the rain,
joke on the chain!
Living in a tropical paradise,
But all I see is the salty brine.
All for me, I can't get to sea,
It's a joke, a mirage on the breeze!
The salty surf is a cruel tease,
A reminder of all that I can't be.
But I won't give up, I won't give in
I'll keep going on, as I swim...
until I start to sink
I don't know what to do, I'm fearing that I will crack,
I feel like I'm trapped on a never-ending track.
I just want to laugh, but I can't even smile,
My life is still a joke, and it needs to rest awhile.
But maybe one day, things will change,
Maybe one day, I'll find my way strange.
But 'til then, I'll just keep trying,
Even though it's a joke, they'll never see me crying.
I'm going to rise and going to win and make my life my joke,
I will make it the way I choose, my brand, my story, no smoke.
I'm going to laugh at myself,
and see the world laugh with me,
And I will surely show them all, I'm not afraid to swim at sea."
Is my Life a Joke?
(The Joke?)
Or maybe (Cosmic Joker)
or something more?...
My life is a joke, a cosmic prank,
A punchline that does not land.
My story is a joke, in its every word,
My every action, a pratfall absurd.
A cruel twist of fate, a sickly wink.
Every sign is a waiting trap, yet never do I sink.
But I will not give up, nor will I give in!
I won't let this joke, make me sink, as I swim!
My thong is a joke,
"What's up?" That's a joke too
Roundabout, ad-hoc,
Pac-a-mac, in my bag
stride in the rain,
joke on the chain!
Living in a tropical paradise,
But all I see is the salty brine.
All for me, I can't get to sea,
It's a joke, a mirage on the breeze!
The salty surf is a cruel tease,
A reminder of all that I can't be.
But I won't give up, I won't give in
I'll keep going on, as I swim...
until I start to sink
I don't know what to do, I'm fearing that I will crack,
I feel like I'm trapped on a never-ending track.
I just want to laugh, but I can't even smile,
My life is still a joke, and it needs to rest awhile.
But maybe one day, things will change,
Maybe one day, I'll find my way strange.
But 'til then, I'll just keep trying,
Even though it's a joke, they'll never see me crying.
I'm going to rise and going to win and make my life my joke,
I will make it the way I choose, my brand, my story, no smoke.
I'm going to laugh at myself,
and see the world laugh with me,
And I will surely show them all, I'm not afraid to swim at sea."
Ambient4190
Really Experienced
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- 256
hey love
ai cgi art
artists concept digital
designed desire
no need to let someone
take your picture
alcohol people drugs
masquerades
truths hidden
secret appetites
no need to let someone
take your picture
ai cgi art
artists concept digital
designed desire
no need to let someone
take your picture
alcohol people drugs
masquerades
truths hidden
secret appetites
no need to let someone
take your picture
Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Posts
- 27,191
Down the Line
Do you wonder
where sound goes
when it bounces off keys
or floats from breath
to air?
Does it weave like fog
through empty trees,
leaving wraiths of song
for birds to consider
or does it hang words
on one lonesome branch
as if nobody cares
but the breeze, nobody sees
but the waning moon?
Might be sound goes flat
by the side of a road
like a broke down bus
with a tore up wheel.
Here's a squatty fellow,
bent low by the flat,
hands on his knees
and a scowl on his face.
Might be he's the very angel
who drove you straight
to heaven last night,
corny blue flower fields, bright
gold shine when he blew a tone
that ran right through you,
made you bounce and jive,
dance in the dark
with your head thrown back,
but that was 64 miles back Jack,
64 miles back.
Week 36, Poem 1, Total 43
Do you wonder
where sound goes
when it bounces off keys
or floats from breath
to air?
Does it weave like fog
through empty trees,
leaving wraiths of song
for birds to consider
or does it hang words
on one lonesome branch
as if nobody cares
but the breeze, nobody sees
but the waning moon?
Might be sound goes flat
by the side of a road
like a broke down bus
with a tore up wheel.
Here's a squatty fellow,
bent low by the flat,
hands on his knees
and a scowl on his face.
Might be he's the very angel
who drove you straight
to heaven last night,
corny blue flower fields, bright
gold shine when he blew a tone
that ran right through you,
made you bounce and jive,
dance in the dark
with your head thrown back,
but that was 64 miles back Jack,
64 miles back.
Week 36, Poem 1, Total 43
Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2020
- Posts
- 9,549
The Almighty
Motherfuckin dollar
Killed this place
Once soulful and fun
Now a maze of concrete and steel
Austin, you managed to shoot
Yourself in the foot
Memories of driving
Down from Fort Hood
Thru Killeen to be exact
Drinking and dancing
And trying to pick up girls
Carousing
Soldiers
Young and dumb
But times have changed
Gentrification is the enemy now
Tech companies
Developers
Lawyers
The ruination of all things good
I wonder whatever happened
To the “keep Austin weird” campaign
Austin…
Fuck your hordes
Of hip zombie
Investors
Hedge fund motherfuckers
Tech managers
Bachelorettes
And conference goers
I hold them in the same esteem
As politicians
We left after just one night
Wasn’t the same as it used to was
We did find the White Horse
A fun joint
Got drunk and danced up a storm
But Austin…
Now your just a
Chain bar and chain restaurant
Kinda place
I guess you can’t zone weird
38/52
Motherfuckin dollar
Killed this place
Once soulful and fun
Now a maze of concrete and steel
Austin, you managed to shoot
Yourself in the foot
Memories of driving
Down from Fort Hood
Thru Killeen to be exact
Drinking and dancing
And trying to pick up girls
Carousing
Soldiers
Young and dumb
But times have changed
Gentrification is the enemy now
Tech companies
Developers
Lawyers
The ruination of all things good
I wonder whatever happened
To the “keep Austin weird” campaign
Austin…
Fuck your hordes
Of hip zombie
Investors
Hedge fund motherfuckers
Tech managers
Bachelorettes
And conference goers
I hold them in the same esteem
As politicians
We left after just one night
Wasn’t the same as it used to was
We did find the White Horse
A fun joint
Got drunk and danced up a storm
But Austin…
Now your just a
Chain bar and chain restaurant
Kinda place
I guess you can’t zone weird
38/52
Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2020
- Posts
- 9,549
Phoenix to Austin
This already has the sound
Of a country and western tune
Two days of driving
Not one fuckin interstate
1100 miles
Two lane roads
The middle of nowhere
Topping off at each gas station
We listened to Outlaw Country
Mojo Nixon spinnin’ the platters
“I looooooove, country!”
Old rusty cars and trucks for lawn ornaments
Blue skies and scorching sun
Deserts end and a winding mountain pass begins
Then high plains
Cafes for lunch
Cowboy bars for dinner
Rebecca was nervous
But it was fun - everyone was welcoming
Learning about jersey
It’s not new anymore, I’d tell them
Laughter, some smirks
Beer and burgers
Vernon AZ
Roswell NM
Texas Hill country
Pickup trucks all over
Luckenbach TX
Population 3
39/52
This already has the sound
Of a country and western tune
Two days of driving
Not one fuckin interstate
1100 miles
Two lane roads
The middle of nowhere
Topping off at each gas station
We listened to Outlaw Country
Mojo Nixon spinnin’ the platters
“I looooooove, country!”
Old rusty cars and trucks for lawn ornaments
Blue skies and scorching sun
Deserts end and a winding mountain pass begins
Then high plains
Cafes for lunch
Cowboy bars for dinner
Rebecca was nervous
But it was fun - everyone was welcoming
Learning about jersey
It’s not new anymore, I’d tell them
Laughter, some smirks
Beer and burgers
Vernon AZ
Roswell NM
Texas Hill country
Pickup trucks all over
Luckenbach TX
Population 3
39/52
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Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2020
- Posts
- 9,549
106º is still 106º
Phoenix
And all of those shitty suburbs
Are subdivisions
Subdivisions of subdivisions
Developments and development
Suburban sprawl
Heat on concrete
Even more heat on asphalt
A convection oven
Everything in shades of tan
Reminded me of the sandbox:
Iraq and Saudi
Except for the McMansions
And the fuckin strip malls
Chain restaurants
Not one hint of soul
Outside of town, brown hills
Saguaro cactus
The only green you’ll really see
Hot as balls
I like it hot
But I don’t buy that
“Dry heat” argument
106º is still 106º
40/52
Phoenix
And all of those shitty suburbs
Are subdivisions
Subdivisions of subdivisions
Developments and development
Suburban sprawl
Heat on concrete
Even more heat on asphalt
A convection oven
Everything in shades of tan
Reminded me of the sandbox:
Iraq and Saudi
Except for the McMansions
And the fuckin strip malls
Chain restaurants
Not one hint of soul
Outside of town, brown hills
Saguaro cactus
The only green you’ll really see
Hot as balls
I like it hot
But I don’t buy that
“Dry heat” argument
106º is still 106º
40/52
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Wonderer67
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The Mogollon Rim
Up past Payson, AZ
Eastbound on route 260
It was very different country
Hardly any tan
But then scrub brush
Small trees
Light green and sage to start
Darker green the further north we got
Climbing the rim - much cooler thank god
Red barked Ponderosa Pine forests
I felt normal finally
Up on the rim
Windier, literally twenty five degrees cooler
Than the desert
Looking down off the ledge
Admiring the view from the top
Thinking a million thoughts at once
But also right in that moment
Caught up in how stunning it was
And how beautiful it is to be alive sometimes
My thoughts shifted
Thinking about how radically different
It was from the desert
Astounded by how 60 miles and 5000 feet of elevation
Made such a difference
I felt like I saw 1000 different
Shades of green
As I scanned the beauty of the rim
And felt whole
41/52
Up past Payson, AZ
Eastbound on route 260
It was very different country
Hardly any tan
But then scrub brush
Small trees
Light green and sage to start
Darker green the further north we got
Climbing the rim - much cooler thank god
Red barked Ponderosa Pine forests
I felt normal finally
Up on the rim
Windier, literally twenty five degrees cooler
Than the desert
Looking down off the ledge
Admiring the view from the top
Thinking a million thoughts at once
But also right in that moment
Caught up in how stunning it was
And how beautiful it is to be alive sometimes
My thoughts shifted
Thinking about how radically different
It was from the desert
Astounded by how 60 miles and 5000 feet of elevation
Made such a difference
I felt like I saw 1000 different
Shades of green
As I scanned the beauty of the rim
And felt whole
41/52
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