A madrigal poem inspired by Poetic Aside's poetry prompt for December 16, 2015- a standard poem:

"standard reply"

I had my standard reply
for every lame pick up line
but yours took me by surprise

so unlike the other guys
your charming words made my night
I had my standard reply
for every lame pick up line

but your bright eyes held no lies
and when you left me tongue-tied
all rejections left my mind
I had my standard reply
for every lame pick up line
but your took me by surprise

Writer's Digest Poetic Aside prompt 332

"after the love has gone"

we knew it would end

but still kept holding on

we danced the last dance

under the moon and stars

the next day I watched

you walk out the door

the sun on your back

my eyes filled with tears

but I have moved on –

or at least have tried

I suppose you have too –

we both won’t admit defeat

so every night I sit

in my now silent home

with the moon at my 

ear still whispering your name

- written 12/11/15

Poem for the day:

“I still stand here”

the world may spin out of control

the seas may wipe away our homes

but still I stand here

I write. I live.  I love.

I will release my good vibes

into the world to touch one’s heart –

then another and another

until it has gone worldwide

I suppose I could just stand by

let the waves crash over my head

or I can rise above the seas

make the world a better place –
in my own small way

“what should I do when my heart cries tears”

my heart cries tears

when I see the world

disintegrate into chaos

what am I to do?

take up arms

like some proclaim

bastardize others names

should I pray like others

some may mock me

but tell me, what should I do?

should I do nothing,

and watch the world

fade out of my view

pretend I’m not really here

but on a heroin high

violence only begets violence

though prayers are fine

without work behind them

I don’t think we’ll get far

I know what my faith tells me

about days like this –

the end of days

but still I ask God

what should I do

in the meantime?

Poem for the day:

“stuck on you”

they all say I need to move on

but how can I do that

when you broke my heart in two

my friends say I need to snap out

of my blues and just let loose

but that’s not what I want to do

I rather snuggle under thick covers

drowning myself in Hӓagen-Dazs

until my belly is too full

then my thighs will get fatter

and I can sit on the sofa watching

mindless TV until I grow gray hair

mom says there are other fish in the sea

but I just cannot get past

the memories of your haunting face

my friends dragged me out last night

bar hopping and sipping cocktails

but I was no fun to be around

I just sat on a stool under flashing lights

watching others dance wild and free –

but not me, I’m still stuck on you

“the husband shopper”

what can I say she had a gift

collecting husbands like diamonds

she had to - she was a spendthrift

what can I say she had a gift

seducing every man she kissed

she had it down to a science

what can I say she had a gift

collecting husbands like diamonds

- inspired by Writer's Digest Poetic Asides prompt 330 "shopping poem"

Poem for the day:

"elephant in the room"

we begin dancing

around the elephant

in the room

neither one of us

wanting to look it

straight in the eye

so we just dance

like lithe ballerinas

pretending it will

just go away