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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / trumpet 4 on: May 31, 2018, 05:49:29 AM
An apple in each cheek bulging as he blew
The trumpet pushed back on the lips
Gone over to jazz, to the instrument
Sweat streaming in the stage lights.

You see it in the old cheeks become folds
That fill out like a puffer fish
A blader of air, a resonator
The trumpet blowing on the scales.

Tuba players too, dancing in old shoes
Turning their horn mouths round and round
New Orleans swing trumpet, slings the beat
Trombones circling in the air.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / diary 4 on: May 31, 2018, 05:41:33 AM
You can write in your diary ‘till the cows come home
Then sit in the dairy a’ milkin’ em to the bone
Udderly ridiculous is all that you wrote
Cows like leaves of paper in and old notebook.

The eyes of cows are softening the butter of your soul
Lowing for the milk bucket, lowing for their stones
Milk white the empty diary page, milk white the old dog bone
That rounds its end from gnawing on the rugs of home.

Scribble in the diary, scribble day by day
Fill the sheaf of pages with what you mean to say
The cows fill their bucket, why not do the same
Then lock it in a lockbox to hide you from your shame.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / hammock 4 on: May 31, 2018, 05:33:46 AM
Hammock on a hummock
Two Dr Seuss trees
Hammock for the dreaming
Of avaricetic dreams.

Uncle Scrooge swims in money
Martha Stewart just the same
What talent tied to luxury
Like the King and Queen of Spain.

Send forth the conquistadors
From your hummock hill
Tear down the world totally
From your hammock dream.

Let wealth pile on wealth
Let the slaves be bought and sold
Conquest, conquest
From your hummock dream.

Yertle thought to own
All that he surveyed
From his swamp he had to learn
It’s turtles down all the way.

4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / altar 4 on: May 31, 2018, 05:24:40 AM
Gunnels for blood, those altars of yore
The slaughter at the gods’ table
Auguries of the gods’ mood and mind
In the guts spilled out for inspection.

Smoke rising in a dark column
On a still day at the temple
Offerings given for appeasement
The smell of the grease for pleading.

Gods or ghosts, hungry for life
For blood, for fire, for victims
Cloth them in blood, wreath them in smoke
Make them mortal to hear their voices.

Off at the oracal, the poison vapors
Return the smoke of the offerings
The sybils writhe, convulse and speak
The fate of the kingdom of altars.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / stone 4 on: May 24, 2018, 05:32:58 AM
Ye without sin, cast the first stone
When each grips one in a hand
Rubbing the thumb to settle the grip
A stone for the slaughter of man.

Knapped out flint, the tapered spearhead
Skilled tapping away of flakes
Leaved its tip in a femur, another death
From the cast of just one stone.

Were we without sin when flint arrowheads
Took a man in the Alps in the back
Lying in wait or giving chase
Just a game, just a game from our youth?

Cast the first stone, oh ye without sin
While the master draws in the dirt
Stone of earth in your firm grip
Show you’re sinless and ready to work.

Feel deeply your innocence
The righteousness of your rage
Feel it deep and the skill of the cast
The stone thrown hard on its way

Crack of the stone hitting on flesh
Innocence becomes the past.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / brownie 4 on: May 24, 2018, 05:19:54 AM
The barn brownie is very shy
Not the sort to be seen
But he’ll polish the tack on a winter night
When you leave him a bowl of warmed cream.

Wrinkled they say, I’ve never seen him
Wrinkled and small and stooped
But he wants to help with little tasks
So he does in the red painted barn.

The smells of the barn must be pleasing to him
The warmth of freshly stacked hay
For he’ll sweep up the straws that fall from the stack
Keep order in the bale stacked hay.

A bowl of cream, a slice of apple
Not much for a brownie kept barn
Keep well away from the rest of the fae
But the brownie will bring you no harm.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bronco 4 on: May 24, 2018, 05:10:58 AM
Stables need cleaning
The barrow and fork
Sawdust clumping together
Scent of ammonia, grassy dung
Horse sweat sweet in the air.

Stables need cleaning
No herculean task
Just a combing of dust
A sifting of dust
Birds fly into the barn.

Stables need cleaning
Horses in paddocks
In the sun in the breeze in the air
Stables need cleaning
The dung rolled out to the pile.

At the dairy
A belt piles the poop
A conveyor, and automation
Horses are different, more refined
The fork and barrow together.

Buckets of water
Flakes of a bale
Grain in a scoop measure
Horses are pampered in their stalls
Teeth grinding on apples and carrots.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / swing set 4 on: May 24, 2018, 05:00:35 AM
Polished from use, the rubber swing set seat
From pumping back and forth on the chains
From the lift at the top of the forward swing
From flying off into the air.

A leather sofa can pick up that shine
In spots where the leather wears thin
The rubbing from long use, from body weight
Polished like the swing set seat.

Those seats become hotseats in the summer sun
The chains become too hot to hold
But the rushing air cools like a bicycle
Survey from the top of the swing.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / mascara 3 on: May 23, 2018, 05:42:46 AM
Masking tape along the molding
The paint up to the edge
Looks sloppy now but just wait,
Wait until it dries.

Musk of a dog on a rainy day
The dampness filling the air
Tail may droop for a little now
Wait until it dries.

Miscellaneous Traditional
Covers lots of tunes
Jigs and reels and hornpipes
Wait until the aires.

Mascara beads on the eyelash
And runs with runneled tears
Emotion under masking marks
Just wait until it dries.

Mist on mirror, cream on chin
The blood seeps from the lip
A clean shave has its risks
Wait until it dries.

Mast of ship, the storm breaks
Like snow banks across the bow
The air is thick with biting sleet
Just wait until it dries.

Must of should, imperative
The conscience calls again
It’s a lazy day, a sofa day
Just wait until it dies.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spy 4 on: May 23, 2018, 05:25:41 AM
The BBC did dramatizations
Of some John le Carré novels
Breathy women, serious men
The cold war all over again.

The suspense was gone
More of an exposition
The foreshadowing run amok
And Mr. Smiley did not really work out.

Creepy spies, that’s his later work
The scum in the Constant Gardener
Well, what can you say, betrayal’s the way
For spies since time immemorial.

Now a torturer for the CIA
That’s making it really scummy
Not working out for Mr. Smiley
A disappointing ending.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tent 4 on: May 23, 2018, 05:13:33 AM
Rent in an tent, tent for rent
Tent for let, fifty cents
Tattered old tent, tattered old bill
Two bits in change on hobo hill.

And Woody would sing in the darkness
Sing with the beat of guitar
Sing with the hobos on hobo hill
WIth no tent out under the stars.

Hobos today are not out on the road
They’re tied to a tent site today
Food pantry handouts on a schedule
Alone in their standoffish way.

Even when I was out on the road
Following Woody’s old dream
Most hobos would stay close to a town
Not their own but an anchoring place.

Hoovervilles all over the place
That’s different about these new days
Hobos don’t roam or congregate
The tentsite molds into a home.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tulip 5 on: May 22, 2018, 07:18:10 AM
Butter on tongue, warm english muffin
Chewed outside for the spring
Soft morning air, eyes blink in the light
Tree blooms tartin the air.

Tulips gone by, disreputable bed
As dutch iris cavalcade high
Gladiolus, in all their stiff shoots
Tell of summer to come by and by.

Turning of days, the morning birds
More dulcet singing to nest
Crow in the tree shrugs the wings
No new to cry to the elders.

The morning will come when gladiolus blooms
Will accompany toast on the tongue
What flowers then will declare they are next
As morning toes check for the dew.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / donut 4 on: May 22, 2018, 07:08:42 AM
Dancing for donuts, a dime for a kiss
Down with the courtesy girls
The boys need comfort, they’re going away
The trenches are calling them all.

Tin with some coffee and camels, a bar
Of chocolate, that’s like a kiss
Or a courtesy donut before the ship
The transport to that far shore.

A letter from home from a courtesy girl
A letter now soaked with mud
Dear soldier, I hope that you keep strong
She kissed it with lipstick on.

Round like that donut, that lipstick smudge
Round and maybe so green
Queer that a letter from a gal you don’t know
Could fill your eyes up with tears.

No donut today, the roar of barrage
Softening them up for the charge
Low in the trench, low in the mud
That letter, a camel, that’s hard.

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / New Orleans 4 on: May 22, 2018, 06:59:06 AM
New England, New Haven, New York, New Jersey
New Orleans, New Wales, New Day
Fresh and clear, the new new way
Start over, make a clear break.

Start over, start over in a new place
Just remember to keep all the names
Pisgah and Shilo, Alexandria, Venice
The places that history names.

Bring all the baggage, the history
Carthage and Athens and Rome
Syracuse, Ithaca, Attica, Moscow
There’s a sadness in bringing them all.

Let the tongue curl around cold Kennebeck
Mattawoman, Susquehanna
Piscataway, Massachusetts, Potomac, Huron
Let the Mississippi wrap around that.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / ankle 4 on: May 22, 2018, 06:47:47 AM
Running mountains down steep fire trails
Hiking frame jingling
Sight on the stone, the next foot fall
Knee bent, the boot tread gripping.

Speed of the slope, the trail in the rough
Leaps making longer strides
Ankle secure in the tight tied boot
Pine woods, softness of air.

Backside of Sugarloaf wooded and cool
The climb in the open and sun
Meadow flowers of the ski trails
Thighs burning in the push of the climb.

The backside trail wooded and stoney
The trail for the leaping run
The trail comes fast, a tunnel view
The breath comes light for a run.
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