Here's today's prompt - to title the poem "The Last ____."

The Last Slice of Pizza

It sits in the box 
Greasy, cheesy, 
Filled with meats and vegetables 
Two sets of eyes stare upon it
Each says “Go ahead, you take it." 
Two hands go reaching in 
Surprised the other is doing the same 
“Oh, no, it’s okay!” 
The hands reach out again 
And the cycle repeats 
Until finally he picks up the 
Slice, tears it in half
And one becomes two.
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This poem assignment from the Poetic Asides blog was to write a horror poem.  Here's mine (inspired by the people upstairs)

Stompers

What are they doing up there? 
Bowling
Moving Furniture
Dragging bodies from another mafia kill? 
Perhaps it’s a zombie scraping around on a hardwood floor 
Arms out in a caricature of itself saying “brains” 
Maybe it’s a swarm of elephants, ready 
To crash through my ceiling at any moment 
Perhaps it’s Vlad Vampire 
Moving his coffin to a new place
Or the Tom...
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The youthful glint in the eye
The energy to run and jump and hide 
While I’m not that old, 
I’m no longer that young either, 
Instead stuck somewhere before the middle 
Wearing black jeans and a t-shirt 
My hair cut is way too short 
And as I pick myself apart 
I remember how much I like being me
How Hollywood tells us we have to be young 
And too-thin
And too-tall
And too-rich 
And too-self-absorbed 
In order to be “ likable” 
And “popular” 
And “stylish”...
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Poetic Asides' prompt today involved writing a poem titled "Until _____."  Here's my draft of this poem:

Until Forever

Arms lay across my chest

Wrapped around me

Opening my eyes takes an eternity

As I come out of the sea of warmth

Slowly and the dreams fade

Into the distance behind me

I become aware of the breathing

In sync – breathe in, breathe out

Repeated

The brown blanket raps around us

Creating pockets of heat

Skin upon skin

Hands clasped

We awaken

Slowly

Drifting fro...

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Today's Poetic Asides poem prompt asked participants to write a "TMI" poem. Since there's always that person at the grocery store announcing to everyone the details of his or her life, I thought I'd use that in a poem...Here's the draft.

THE GIRL ON HER CELL PHONE IN THE GROCERY STORE LINE

“Omigod!” She shouted into the metal device, attached to her head

“Whatta jerk, dontcha just wish he were dead!”

“Well of course, you dummy, can’t you just see?

If a guy treated me like that...

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Over at the Poetic Asides blog, Robert Lee Brewer is running a poem a day challenge for the month of April, national poetry month. The theme for the second day was "water."  Here's my poem for this challenge:

Water

Under the surface you exist

A thick substance separates you

From the world around you

Ripples reflect reverence,

Reality, rights

No one understands

The beauty that is you

Hydrogen, oxygen, combined

Together in a chemical bond

Without the two built together

The e...

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