Lanham Cinquain

These are a few American cinquain.  I like the rhythm of these. *Some harsh language*



Girl my old friend

How are you, I am fine

Do you recall the love we shared

Me too


In there

You will find it

How much do you require

Take the whole thing it won’t expire




About what now

Always the same it seems

Your wants over the best for us

Fuck you


At last

Is what she said

After finding the one

She can no longer live without

Not me



I call her that

In our time of passion

With the lights low or anywhere

I’m hers


Have you

Can you say it

Without hesitation

You loved her first without failing

Thought not

Monday meet and greet on therapy bits — Therapy Bits

Hello fellow bloggers! 😀 how are you all doing today? I thought today I’d do a meet and greet, I havent done one in a little while! The rules are simple. If you’d like to participate, leave either your own blog link, or some links to posts on your blog that you love or are […]

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FOWC with Fandango-quintessential

FOWC with Fandango-quintessential

My take on it.  Thanks Deb Whittam


Having one last look around the apartment, he finds nothing out of place. Dinner is warming in the oven, thanks to his brother in law, the chef. The wine is chilling. The snow is falling. An inviting fireplace crackling  makes his apartment cozy. The table is perfect. Careful planning went into making this the quintessential evening alone together. Doorbell rings, “God am I ready for this.” he says out loud to himself.

I Lost

The way your eyes danced when I made you laugh. The shyness, you still had, when I kissed you deeply. The fact your face was the first thought my mind found, when a familiar song started. Honestly, that still happens. When you whispered those words, that you later admitted couldn’t be true. Those words, that my heart rejoiced in hearing. The warmth of your touch, on the coldest mornings and hottest nights. The cute way you would sing, when you didn’t know I was listening. Your dedication to hearth and home. The times you tried, when I didn’t. The fact we shared wins, losses, and laughs no one else could ever get. The way your voice and eye rolls would reassure me. These things I lost, when you realized it was over.

Pious Perches

The world is discovering what the elect had discerned.  You had held sway over the easily manipulated. That grip loosens by the hour, as you sing and dance the familiar routine.  Promising the moon, while delivering only riches into your own coffers. Hailing yourself as the champion, battling for the voiceless and those who know need.  Yet, proving to be once an empty vessel, you have been filled with your own greed. The institution you have corrupted, delivers no truth. Built to keep check on the system of We, it has devolved into a cheapened tool for thee.  Having lost all of its luster. The masses agree, you reveled too long and loudly in your hypocrisy. You cast stones at the one, who with lesser crimes defeated you, while you wronged the many. The Piper exacts his pound of flesh in the light of day.  Offering a paltry sum of Justice, for those you abused in the dark. They watch as you are pulled from your lofty self righteous perches rejoicing with the world in your fall.

Re: 50 Word Thursday #8

50 Word Thursday#8


He studied for most of the evening.  Finishing the stack of books Mrs. Cavanaugh loaned him.  No closer to an answer, than when he started. He stretched his arms yawning. Then he pushed himself back from the reading table at which he had been seated and rubbed his eyes wearily.


Solace in silence

Silence golden, if eternal
Beckons to me from afar
Soothing and calm, almost maternal
Am I ready for its embrace

Peering beyond the veil
Looking for a port to stay
Filling the days with mediocrity
Were it you in my arms, I’d be ok

I lost, yet not sure you won
Anguish fills your verse and voice
A time I told you would come
Doesn’t matter, too late, it’s undone

You took the stage, as did I
Playing our parts with aplomb
Tears of joy, promises that lie
Solace in silence, beautifully numb

5 Words Prompt 7/3/2018 — Tyler M Deal

Today’s words are: Lemon Land Log Lift Languid The goal is to exercise your brain and split writer’s block. You can write anything! A story, a poem, a paragraph, a sentence, anything! The only rule is that it includes the words given or is inspired by the words given. If you post something, link it […]

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