Poem: A Feast for My Eyes

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 17, 17 Nov 2011.  Topic: A poem that reveals something

(form: fibonacci)

A Feast for My Eyes

A
slow,
pulsing,
sensual,
exposure of flesh,
an erotic feast for my eyes,
as she coyly pulls off gloves, pushes straps off shoulders.
Writhing slightly, the dress slinks past the swell of her hips,
pools on the floor.  She steps to me.
I rise to meet her,
revealing
my love
for
her.
Note:  Usually, I only have one line with 13 syllables, but I thought the shape more fitting for this poem using two of those.
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Poem: You Broke Me

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5, 5 Nov 2011.  Topic: Broken

(form: shadorma)

You Broke Me

No longer

does my heartlight shine.
You did this.
You broke me!
Where once a heart beat gaily,

there’s naught but dull thuds…

Poem: The True Lord of the Ring

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4, 4 Nov 2011.  Topic: Finding something unexpected

(form: fibonacci)

The True Lord of the Ring

Oft
times
we find
the smallest
creatures to be the
ones with the most heart.  Thanks, Frodo!

Poem: Facing Our Demons

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4, 4 Nov 2011.  Topic: Finding something unexpected

(form: shadorma)

Facing Our Demons

When most scared,
when things look most bleak,
we oft find,
deep inside,
the strength to choke down our fear,
to face our demons.

Poem: A Not Quite Desperate Battle

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 30, 30 Nov 2011.  Topic: Against the odds

(form: fibonacci tandem)

A Not Quite Desperate Battle

“I’ve always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.” -Grig from “The Last Starfighter”

The
bills
are stacked
as high as
the odds of winning
the lotto and paying them off
before retirement,
but “Never
tell me
the
odds.”
I’ll keep
working hard,
paying them all down
until they’re gone, persevering.
With a little luck,
odds are good
I’ll win
this
fight.

Poem: Slave to the Grind

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day29, 29 Nov 2011.  Topics (two for Tuesday): evening poem and/or day time poem

(form: triolet)

Slave to the Grind

Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
for the paying of the bills, bills, bills
to me, fortune’s eye is turned and blind
Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
a second job I might have to find
less time at home, the thought gives me chills
Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
for the paying of the bills, Bills, BILLS!

Poem: Good Old Days for My Daughters

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26, 26 Nov 2011.  Topic: Good Old Days

(form: fibonacci)

Good Old Days for My Daughters

I
hope
that when
my daughters
get older, they look
back at our Thanksgiving visits
to my wife’s aunt’s and
uncle’s home
fondly
like
us.

Poem: A Tribute to Forms

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 27, 27 Nov 2011.  Topic: Tribute

(form: shadorma)

A Tribute to Forms

there are times
I can’t wrap my head around
an idea,
express it,
until I start sifting words
through poetic forms

Poem: Kids Conserving

In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s “Poetic Asides” blog prompt for November 25.  Topic:  Consumption.

(form: shadorma)

Kids Conserving

At school, kids
are learning “Reduce, Reuse,
Recycle.”
“Save the earth!”
Now, if they’d do that at home,
they’d save my money.