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Showing posts with label everlasting love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label everlasting love. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Word Garden Word List--Game Six

 

Hello my little spring chickens, and welcome to another Word Garden Word List poetry prompt! If you know me, you know that I have been a seamhead since I was 6 years old, and with this week being the opening of a new baseball season, I have chosen an excellent book as our source this time: Mark Frost's Game Six.

The Mick. He had retired by the time of game six.

Game Six
is an immensely entertaining and readable account of game six of the classic 1975 World Series. It delves into the personalities of the players, what made game six so memorable, and is packed with interesting information I didn't know before. 

Some of you don't care about the sportsing!

I know that not all of you care about baseball, but it doesn't matter! Just use 3 or more of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of your own. Then simply link up, visit others, and then sit back in the sun with a dog and a Coke and enjoy yourself! This prompt remains active through next Saturday. 

And now, your List:

children
curiously
doggone
fabled
few
gimpy
job
kicked
leather
master
plant
poster
promise
rain
school
scrap
souls
spotlight
story
tradition

Friday, March 11, 2022

For S.



you
my heart
my teacher
fool and angel
whose mighty heart beat itself out too soon

if there are words for how much i miss you
they elude me
but longing
and love
stay. 
_______

for Dverse "numbering ten"
hosted by Laura Bloomsbury

Saturday, June 19, 2021

On The Subject of Enduring Love


I have sent my driver, with the map in his head.
He'd be better off blindfold.
Better off dead.

Banter with him as events unfold.
Pretend you've not gone mephitic and old.

Forever is the thing, forever is the word.
Forever the mounted, desiccated bird.

I have sent my car with the soft leather seats.
All the ash trays nailed,
sick with sweets.

I wait for you breathless, gloved and veiled
tubercular, powdered, primped and paled.

Here love's cricket who last night chirred
lies dead in the mouth of that god-damned bird.
____________

for The Sunday Muse #165, where I am hosting.