Rush train-ache

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Rush hour has given way,
for my desire to come home.
This jam packed train has beckoned,
to relive these fond memories alone.

Ignoring the sweaty perfume,
of passengers tired and worn.
The soft beeping doors reminded me,
of your melodic voice of tone.

I squeezed inside to make way,
witnessing a rare lover's kiss.
Reminded me of our youth together.
Oh, how immature were us kids!

These billboards spoke of memories,
of our dear romantic bliss.
Each landmark planted glimpses,
miserably stored inside - amiss.

As I left the train, I found the familiar smell,
our long embrace when we parted.
Everyday this train ride reminds me,
the pain of your absence, my beloved.

Picture courtesy of Dr. Alvin Mercado

Flipping channels

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Channel surfing on cable TV while procrastinated on life,
Smallville or Discovery, the latter station sufficed.


When National Geographic appeared, featuring trendy Asian fashion,
I just flipped the channel again, opted to watch a UFC countdown.


On ANC, just more breaking news about a mudslide in Japan.
While CNN had a different view, it featured a total eclipse of our sun.


At Studio 23, there was basketball, while Donald Trump was on Starworld,
Oprah talked while Michael Jackson had a tribute - alas, moonwalked backward.


Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, showed my favorite animations,
Ben Ten and Avatar Ang saving lives and nations.


ESPN showed Wimbledon, Federer reigned as king,
Indiana Jones was at Cinemax, I was going crazy on tv listings.


Infomercials everywhere, I could have almost dialed.
Remembering my last list poem, so munching chips is what I tackled.


Too bad for re-runs of my favorite serial killer,
Dexter would have gotten them all, those heartless evil doers.


Breaking the magician's code, was not made with just some wild guesses.
It was more like Mythbusters at work, with lots of music and dances.


Fox Crime showed Bones and Fringe, even an episode of CSI.
Hallmark ran an old movie, I didn't get the title - maybe later online.


A night alone with TV and cable, never was a hateful activity,
Relaxing this tired mind, to entertain this midweek's insanity.

After thought

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Shredded clouds lay on earth,
like solemn mournful pleas.
Anxieties and enemies hurt,
this concealed war driven slurry.

Illusion of a threatening cry,
never was a good invitation.
Sharing pieces of deep seated sighs,
words used shamelessly for attention.

A certainty of indecision passed,
unwilling sadness was awakened.
This truth of a half hearted lass,
was never in the right place to mention.


Only when the after thought came,
sorry for one's actions.
Lesson learned for what might become,
a lonesome memory - abandoned.

Picture courtesy of "deyedoctor"

WOOF Contest – Top Picks July 17, 2009

Only three top picks were chosen for this week's Writer's Offering Our Finest (WOOF) contest. Dragon Blogger placed number one followed by Jennifer M Scott. I was lucky to make the third place.

Congratulations to the winners and to the participants of the woof contest and more power to Plotdog!

Poetry


Dragon Blogger – “The Adamantium Lobster” - A story poem about a lobsterman who finds a magical catch.


Jennifer M Scott – “Calm Bequeaths me Solitude” - A poem for my poetry challenge 'For I light my candle".


Zorlone – “Lamenting in darkness” - "I feel anguished by the sad intensity of your poem. But it's better to feel something than to be numb - as in frostbite." – JenaIsle

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 17, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 24. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/17/09

Poetry


Christable Anon – “Three Fold” - Fancies kept in stock for the wee hours when the world grows dry of little comfort to your branched feelings...


Jennifer M Scott – “Independence” - A patriotic poem written in acrostic using the word independence.


Dragon Blogger – “Hallucinations” - A poem about someone going through a drug induced trip.

My pocket is empty

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My pocket is empty, I don't know why,
was it the new ipod I bought last night?


My pocket is empty, so I reached a little deeper,
got a receipt from an expensive dinner.


My pocket is empty, I should not have given in,
to the plea of my niece's birthday gift last weekend.


My pocket is empty, so I checked my wallet,
there wasn't any bills, not even a cent.


My pocket is empty, I went to the ATM,
only to find out that that was a dead end.


My pocket is empty, so I'm working overtime tonight,
even if I get home way after midnight.


My pocket is empty, I am dying in shame,
can you please spare me some change?

Thanks to eyevasco for the burst of inspiration. I was having the same predicament as you.

Could have been dinner

Warning: Not for the faint of heart

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Smooth road brought excitement,
to hungry tires with teeth bare.
Giggles with deafening echoes,
resound from here to everywhere.


Turns and corners,
of unknown uncaring distances,
succumb to the elusive joy,
as this trip - advances.


Pin point colored rays strained,
from thick canopies of clouds,
arouse flapping wings of youngsters,
lurking beyond.


Wakeful snoozing head,
of a tired driver's view,
sudden darkened road,
unnoticed by this dumb sinew.


A turkey abruptly awaken,
these eyes wide open now!
Familiar reflexes blinked,
like a kitchen knife in the hands of a hausfrau.


Half a second too late,
these starving tires satisfied.
The crush of snapping bones,
insides squashed out life.


Oozing blood and juices,
organs flew everywhere,
a flattened wasted mound,
of what could have been dinner.


Mercilessly left,
a roadkill set aside.
This stupid driver left
and lost the view from his rear sight.

A comment several posts back between Roy and Holly about making an ode to a roadkill made me attempt to make this. I just finished editing it, I hope this is close enough.
Picture courtesy of google

WOOF Sandwich - Woof top picks July 10, 2009

picture courtesy of google

Okay, this feels like a sandwich because I feel like the filling, Roy is the bread and Dragonblogger is the garnish on top. Congratulations to the winners and to all the participants of the woof contest.

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “Late Afternoon Nightmare” - A poem about trying to catch an afternoon nap which only ends in a nightmare.

Roy – “unpoetic” - Senseless lines... or are they?

Zorlone – “Blank page” - "Such a true prose, the "process" is as you describe. The blank page a canvas for thoughts and inspiration, ready to pour out from within." Eric S.

Zorlone – “Just another bus commute” - "...That chance may never come again..but then... I'm sure somewhere down the road, you'll finally meet your princess." - JenaIsle

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Roy – “The Short Story Blogger” - A blogger... his life... his stories...

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 10, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 17. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/10/09

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Jennifer M Scott – “Cinnamon French Toast” - How making french toast spawns a memory or two.

Webbielady – “The Fish Is Caught From Its Mouth” - Indeed, the fish is baited in the mouth, thus, to keep quiet sometimes gives us safety.

Roy – “He is still the same son after all...” - Rediscovering my long lost relationship with my son...

Poetry

Jennifer M Scott – “Haiku Series 19” - A series of haikus based on a variety of subjects.

Jennifer M Scott – “Waterlily” - A surreal poem and it includes another picture drawn by me.