Some sad truths told in Genesis, yet Lot, so named for his theoxenia, Angels welcomed only by "Lot's wife" who served food wine, and life her angles promised to strangers left as pillar of salt a bitter reward for glancing at home #poetryport #smallpoems
Tonight I wrote my most important poem, one day I will have the confidence to share it with the world but not today, and that pains me, but shields from pricks of a sentence that punctuates a past running on and on #poetryport #smallpoems
Like clockwork and with confidence I should plan and understand that any time I need to record He will be there outside the door waxing the floor We each seek perfection as a reflection that can shine more #smallpoems #poetryport
Like a decoy of Troy but an envoy of joy deploy toys as enjoyable ploys for the real McCoys with coy thoughts mixing divisions of flamboyance and clairvoyance an epoxy of unorthodoxy gluing smiles by spewing against trials found in a fragile docile lifestyle
@lbanuelos4 😀 4 follow Connections 💪🏽 knowledge Your “” in bio. What I needed 💯 day #quote challenge 29 Day community 👨❤️👨 from #clmooc giving 🤗 of #poetryport Two projects 💃🏽 together on my 🍴 tongue. Poets 🎓 of the ignored street 👨🏿🎨 0f phe·nom·e·nol·o·gy #smallpoems
Joy in poetry found in brief pain and fascination watching verse bubble up a meniscus of blood seeping from freshly pulled scabs unsought answers gleam from miniscule curved surface of the monsters who make up our jagged souls #smallpoems #poetryport
Dancing in scents as spice and pans fly wafting from oven arises a percussion of poetry in the kitchen a religion of near rhymes and recipes blessing me Stirring sounds of emotions swirl in bowls filled with batter of the soul Caadence curling around commotion as time kneads emotion Blanch the banal of plain staples bathed in aromas plucked by a Cassanova Ex
On a search to hide the kind release of cruel memories seeking stasis at the legrange point of my soul as scabs of time fester in a three body problem of memory history me #poetryport #smallpoems
A lost negotiation of self is like coming home with a package of Oreo Most Stuffed cookies because you..had..to know.. then as you spit out the first bite you recall how much you hate Double Stuffed Oreos #poetryport #smallpoems
Broken splashes of sunlight spill Across moonlit bows bouncing on currents of dried Creek beds. The mast towering in infancy with sails stretched over Ropes pulling On yesterday #smallpoems #poetryport
melt away in folds that hold sway in vacuums of thought while knowledge keeps on dancing in fractured continuums stretched across constant pulls of broken realities #smallpoems #poetryport
Steel sparks off tusk cut in pillars of rainbow alloy muzzle wrapped blade frozen in teeth of quantum law eye to eye spirits drawn hop amongst a parlay painting a mosaic of magic and form #smallpoems
Welcome to webmentions where tensions of silos still fictional as cylons instead of hate algorithmicly charged hard work of community allow little bits of impunity freedom to seek those who stretch identities of code #poetryport #smallpoems
If incessant hoops, breaks its loops children tire maybe so inspired redo CSS timing so wait time stops climbing on phrases short restore balance in prosody of pixelated mated words while stretching oddity with sounds to be heard #smallpoems
#poetryport #smallpoems #clmooc For first time since 8th grade I don't have a paradox no three hole Gibsons shining black suede or cherry read no 10 hole steel cap boots to keep bullies at bay each lace pull protection against harsh world
Currently I am in the middle of a 30 day pop up poetry community and I share poetry all over the web. I need one place to call home. So for @IndieWebCamp Online I want to build a page to host all my poetry. I am goint to use CSS (maybe subgrid if I get inspired...want to challenge myself) Grid. I will set three coulns using 2fr, 5fr, 3fr/ That means my area
#poetryport #smallpoems Shit. A promised made to keep the poems more physical to find Pinksy's history in everything. Meaning in the mundane now tasked to describe virtually I wonder where is the the line? Asked since 1959 Do we taste and feel in our online spaces the faces Real?