Charlatan Lovers

You charlatan lovers

Should expect due fate:

Eternity in Lake of Fire.

Spinning out lines, casting

Net to catch weak hungry

Hearts naïve and not

Deserving of false affection

Lust’s promises…they splinter

Cut trust, leave ugly scars as

Parting gifts.  Adios.

Mystery to me, how you gain

Inflated romantic reputations…

Lotharios, reprehensible 

You’ve nothing of substance

To offer…day or night, Sir.

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Gifts for Everyone

FOWC with Fandango — Retro

Host’s Prompt:  Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?

It may be “retro” to wave

Peace sign, sing “all we

Need is love”…but if it were

In my power to hand out

Gifts to Everyone, friends

And strangers alike, those

Would be among presents

I’d glad and generously

Bestow… Like glitter, I’d

Sprinkle JOY, erase your

Frown lines… serve each

Heart a chocolate soufflé

Of HOPE.  And the gift I’d

Most desire for myself, as

Well as to share:  eyes and

Ears of understanding, so

That when we’re with other

People we could truly see

Them, hear who they are

Know what they’re about…

Glimpse tears, listen to

The unspoken melodies

They carry closed within.

I’m not asking to be like

Him, but that’s how God

Knows each soul…inside

Out, upside down, sideways.

Idealistic, naive, a romantic…

I might be mistaken, but if we

Understood better, persons

Near and far—perhaps we’d

Love better, more…if we loved

From place of empathic knowing

We’d probably find real peace

Waits in the wings…an open door

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Footsteps of the Mind

Prompt: Use the phrase “footsteps of the mind” in a poem.

Footsteps of the mind

Spiral, lead me to white sands

Where you, my heart, wait

Closing eyes, hear your steps now

Whispered on frothed ebbing tide

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A Fetching Lass

Fetching lass wore


Pendant, midnight earrings matched…


Modest on mauve tinted lips…

All the lads ached for even one slow waltz.

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The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.

The Lavender Merchant

Today’s prompt: merchant, danger, lavender

Merchant of lavender, marvelous…

He smelled herb-sweet, summery

Of old-fashioned romance, maybe

And rainy day freshened poetry.

He sold me purple bunches tied…

Oil, sachet packets…tufts, a ton…

Heart soaps, and star-shaped candles… 

Calm fragrance, thoughts to waft upon.

Oh unforeseen danger, falling in love…

Warm violet mist of embrace at dawn.

He wooed all the ladies with herbal fare

Left them weeping woeful lavender tears.

But wise, I’d purchased sea-kelp shampoo…

Washed him fully forever out of my hair.

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