Cookie Jar

Cookie Jar

The years  like cookies  from  a jar

are consumed without thought we

move through  the days and nights

half of each lost to sleep pass more

quickly than the days spent in want-

ing are marked by motion devoid of

meaning  defines  the madness  that

is this life  often  not  savored  until

the years like cookies from a jar are

almost gone

SMG

Streets of Philadelphia

Streets of Philadelphia

Adam Raised a Cain

Hungry Heart-- Fire

Tougher Than the Rest

Better Days

Growing Up

Blood Brothers

The Ties That Bind

Eyes on the Prize

My Beautiful Reward

Blinded By the Light

If I Should Fall Behind

My Best Was Never Good Enough

Two Faces-- Worlds Apart

Murder Incorporated

Souls of the Departed

This Hard Land

The Promised Land

Secret Garden --Jungleland

This Life-- Life Itself

Kingdom of Days

Jesus Was an Only Son

Bruce Springsteen & SMG

This is a “found poem” loosely based on the D’Verse Poet’s writing prompt found here. Each phrase is an unedited Bruce Springsteen song title arranged to (hopefully) form a poem of sorts.

Voicemail

Voicemail

“Hi Marty, it’s me.

I woke up this morning

and I couldn’t remember why

I was here so I think it’s time to go.

I know I loved you once

but the wind has changed direction

and I need to follow it. I wish you well

but I’ll understand if you can’t return the favor”

SMG

D'Verse Poet's Pub Form for All (accentual-alliteration)

Benefits of a Catholic School Education

This is my god and I carry him round
I keep him boxed so he's easily found
Given to me when I was a young fool
I learned about boxes in parochial school
All life's questions are all answered for me
in a book the box factory gives away free
I go through life with their words on my lips
my mind is in neutral so my tongue often slips
Many a man will let his god run around
I fear this behavior is truly not sound
My god kicks, screams and tries to get out
but he's safer in there I have little doubt
I'd let him loose but I'm afraid I'd abhor
life with a god not contained in cardboard

SMG

Prompt HERE

D'Verse Poet's Pub (Form for All ~ Anaphora)

I Am Weary in Myself

I carried a lamp across the land.

I carried my heart in open hand.

I found virtue wanting in the land.

I found avarice in the heart in man.

like a cur stalking alleys of the city night.

like a vulture awaiting death in circle flight.

like a maggot feeding on flesh in slow decay.

like a hungry Jackal devouring its fallen prey.

I searched for wisdom inside ivy walls.

I searched in mansions and tenement halls.

I found no purpose--no higher call.

I found only a sorrow that defines us all.

like a jilted lover crying in the night.

like a broken soldier in his final fight.

like a once great city fallen into decay

like a clergyman with no heart to pray.

SMG

D'Verse Poet's Form for All (Sedoka)

Sedoka

I let form invade

my normal creative processes

and attempted a Sedoka.

Originally Japanese,

it is a form created from

two, related, three line katauta

SMG

D’Verse Poet’s Pub

D'Verse Poets Writing Prompt

Form for All ~ The Rondelet

Prompt Here

And the Days Run

And the days run

together like delta rivers.

And the days run

faster as we become undone,

broken glass shattered to slivers,

disappointment life delivers.

A man, in time, slowly withers--

and the days run.

SMG