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The word: Crepuscular

Soft falls the velvet twilight
as she moves along towards home.
Her Greek toga flaps around her
while the salt water still drips from her swimsuit.
A slight breeze ruffles the weeds beside the road.
The Monarch butterflies are still feeding.
They test each blossom for life’s honey.

Then a flash of gold falls to the ground in front of her.
A yellow warbler lies wounded and dies.
she bends and kneels beside it as tears begin.
“How do I honor you beautiful bird?”, she speaks aloud.
She cradles it in her hands held near her heart.
Then she walks on with dignity,
while questioning the mysteries of life and death.

This crepuscular adventure has remained
in her heart and memory, ingrained
as an unusual and mystical event.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On April 26, 2017 @ 10:44 am

The word: Lobster | Book Announcement: PFS Vol II

KV* was seldom kind.
His heart was taut.
His mind entwined
with scifi, war or simply fraught.
To escape one day
he took a boat across the bay.
He tread the marsh
and then the dunes.
He found the piney forest,
and picked some mushrooms.
Upon return to shore,
he crossed a marsh once more
and went to see PC*
to offer her a taste.
Don’t be in such a haste.
Are you trying to poison me or thee?
They laughed and
lobbed away the bunch.
Then they had lobster instead for lunch.

*KV was Kurt Vonnegut
* PC was my aunt.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On April 14, 2017 @ 3:36 pm

The word: Happy

REVOLUTION AT THE CAFETERIA

The buffet line was slow
betwixt the shufflers
with long faces and few words.
Couples, of many years together
and no connective minds left,
trod along.
My grandchildren and I began
a revolutionary move
by trying to recall
Snow White’s seven dwarfs.
We got five:
Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy
and Happy,
but lost the other two.
As we sat to eat,
we still were stumped.
So we polled the
bashful, dopey, grumpy couples.
The room exploded with chits and chats
of happiness and memories.
Sleepy came forth from
the farmer and his wife
across the room.
And, in a booth on the far wall,
because of a husband’s booming guffaw
at his wife’s barely concealed
battery of katchoos,
Sneezy was found.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On April 2, 2017 @ 5:03 am

The word: Solitaire

There once was a girl from Delaware
She gave her name as Solitaire.
She never developed the art
of being a street walking tart.
One day she said “AHA, I’m not so dumb.”
Then she changed her name to Tu Sum.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On March 31, 2017 @ 1:26 pm

The word: Travelers

Chill!
Throw yourself on the ground,
gaze upward, revere the stars, the constellations.
Watch for the hunter Orion with his three starred belt
and his dog, Sirius.
They travel through the forest of stars.

Listen up
to the story of Buck,
repeatedly kidnapped, traded and sold!
From the frozen Canadian plains
sounded his leadership call.
He urged his sled mates
to give it their all.
A call in the wild.

Right on!
There’s a bike with a dog in the basket.
It’s Toto. See!
Did he stay in Kansas or
meet the wizard with Dorothy?
Perhaps the Wicked Witch of the West knows
if he went with the flow.

KaChing!
Ever bet on Lassie?
She was exceedingly classy.
Lassie came home
all on her own.
Never again to roam.

Dog travelers, every one.
They succeeded in finding home.

How many dogs have we seen
while driving here and there?
We see the still ones lying beside the road.
Without a doubt,
worse for all,
is to also see
another waiting patiently,
through rain and sun,
for his pal to rise and run.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On March 20, 2017 @ 9:53 am

The word: Adjust

I ADJUST

I adjust
my car seat,
my mirror,
my TV,
the table setting arrangement,
a doctor’s appointment,
my bed,
my radio
,my clock,
my underwear,
my mother’s recipe for cookies,
my attitude.

WHO ADJUSTS ME?
my chiropractor,
my masseuse
my therapist,
my daughter,
a swim in the harbor,
a walk on a sunny day,
Mozart and Bach.

THANK YOU ALL.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On March 14, 2017 @ 2:37 pm

The word: Extravagant

What came to mind
when “prodigious”
became the poetic word of the week?
Antidisestablishmentarianism,
plenipotentiary,
discombobulate,
and onomatopoetic
chugged through my brain.

So, I must write a poem about:
a plenipotentiary (a person invested with full power)
who is spouting that he is practicing
antidisestablishmentarianism (an expression of negation,
reversal, and opposition).
Despite the prodigious (amazing)
number of letters in these words,
they discombobulate (disturb)
my thoughts.

But look and listen, the only one
that is onomatopoetic (a word that sounds the same as it means)
is chugged”.

Perhaps it is time for a gargle?

» Posted By Lexa Crane On May 1, 2017 @ 12:28 pm

The word: Mental Health

Out the window,
cold and dismal.
Within the house,
warm and bright.
No mirror for temperatures today.

In my soul,
good and calm.
In my head,
something else instead.
No mirror for temperaments today.

A small apartment is my lair.
I collect and hang mirrors
everywhere.

They enlarge the space
and brighten the place.
But I seldom seek myself.
Just in case
my mother’s face
is looking back at me.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On January 16, 2017 @ 6:41 am

The word: Jovial

How jovial thou art,
OH, Zo.
Methinks thy part
is in the flow
of Martin.
It is always imaginative
and …………………..,
insert your adjective.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 15, 2015 @ 10:28 am

The word: Punctuality

Always I am.
Always I am,
where I intended to be.
Always I am
on time
where I intended to be.
But seldom am I sure just
who I am.

Which is a better choice,
a confident and secure person
or
a person possessed with
PUNCTUALITY?

You have one minute to decide.
BE ON TIME!

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 5, 2015 @ 9:03 am

The word: Nostalgic

I hope my family

understood

my flood

of tears,

upon receiving

their gift.

A joyous emotion of thanks sniffled forth.

I had just spied

three Christmas tree-shaped candles

like those in a photo

of my father and me

in front of a Christmas mantelpiece

of angel stockings and tree shaped candles.

He left life sixty years ago.

At 71, I am feeling like a ten year old

crying now with nostalgic joy.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On December 12, 2014 @ 10:24 pm

The word: Empathy

Patty, Thank you for the wonderful phrase “warm and ripe with empathy”. The entire poem is a gift and valid for so many. An empathetic poem on empathy.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 21, 2014 @ 7:41 am

The word: Joyful

ANOTHER THOUGHT STREAMS BY….

“Hi, how are you?”
“How ya doin’?”
“How you feeling today?”
Are these a trio
of polite
or prying
phrases?

Sometimes, honesty replies:
“Got a headache.”
“Dentist today, how’d you feel?”
“He’s gone and I feel like shit.”
“What’s it to you?”
“Why do you want to know?”

Sometimes the more polite respond:
“Fine”. (This requires the proper inflection for a polite vs. sullen tone.)
“Couldn’t be better.” a sickness and in health reply.
“Blessed.” a religious response.
“Dizzy with contentment.”

Or one might bounce out with
“Joyful, thank you.”

» Posted By Lexa Crane On October 25, 2014 @ 2:29 pm

The word: Fang

Fang terrifies
with his gleaming yellow eyes.
Fang surprises
by quietly appearing out of the dark, teeth bared.
Fang, a protective imaginary name
For Jolly, a sweet, large dark chocolate lab.

Early, before sunrise, the first day of spring,
Jolly and his mistress start up
One hundred and two steps to the flat top mountain above the river.
A single car was parked below as they arrived.
The mistress leashed Jolly and
then she proceeded to call out loud as they ascended:
“NO, Fang, no pulling.
Easy Fang, slow down.
NO, NO, Fang, you’ll break the harness.
Stop it Fang, you can’t get loose.
Easy, Fang, calm down. Stop that growling Fang.
Is someone there?
Fang, Fang, no barking!
Watch out!”
Her litany was repeated
louder and louder to the top.
Once there, two women
peered from behind a stone wall.
“Fang?”, they questioned, looking
at the mild-mannered lab sniffing the flowers.
The answer was a question itself.
“Did the ruse work? Were you scared?”
“You’re damn right!” they replied!
and laughter echoed
as the sun rose.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On May 2, 2014 @ 6:17 pm

The word: Traveler

I am a traveler.
Today upon a sidewalk with leaves,
my aging eyes
see them as nestlings
of the same fall and color.
Are they still alive?
My mind queries, confused.
I bend closer to see more leaves.
That reminds me…
My eyelids were pulled open
and the doctor’s light beam struck.
I was above. My body below.
I was a traveler.
I turned to look
and went back.
My mind’s eye still intent on life.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On March 20, 2014 @ 8:30 am

The word: Tantalizing

How tantalizing
to go beyond the lines
while coloring.
How tantalizing
to slightly disobey
and use another word
from past suggestions.
In solitude
she sits
and plays solitaire;
or reads cards
which foretell a
change.
So she books a trip for singles
and no one but
her is there;
and so
in solitude
she sits
and reads books
about trips for singles.
She plays solitaire
while mountain peaks
frame a solitary lake.
How tantalizing
the coincidence.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On October 17, 2014 @ 3:17 pm

The word: Exquisite

indeed “exquisite”

» Posted By Lexa Crane On February 2, 2014 @ 10:13 am

The word: Joyous

I hope my family
understood
my flood
of tears,
upon receiving the gift,
as the joyous emotion of thanks.
Three Christmas tree-shaped candles
are just like those in a photo
of my father and me
in front of a Christmas mantelpiece
of angel stockings and tree shaped candles.
He left life sixty years ago.
At 71, I ask,
Is it okay for 10 year olds to cry with joy?

» Posted By Lexa Crane On December 28, 2013 @ 6:56 am

The word: Gullible

Whoever thought
I’d be so gullible
to believe I can use
fifteen Poetry For Strangers words
in one poem?
I might meet satisfaction
and develop balance and fidelity
in a happy home in utopia.
Or the fireworks’ crackle
resulting from a
squirrel vs cheetah
ostentatious display
of recalcitrant sustainability
of peace in the animal kingdom,
might result in a
puppeting moment
of Punch and Judy warfare.
What a choice, but I’ve done it.
What fun!

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 26, 2013 @ 7:13 pm

The word: Fireworks

A Weld Melds

Moist ocean air surrounds the revelers
who crowd upon the deck of the Party House.
Restaurant workers welcome their midnight release.
Settling on a wooden cable spool,
I hear him tease her as they follow my example.
We’re back to back.
Others come to share the space
and I myself engage in conversation.
His body angles back and finds support against mine.
The invisible sparks arc the first weld.
His touch is palpable.
I swallow.
I cannot move.
It is so delicious.
Then time swallows us.
Others pair and leave.
We are still silent, riveted back to back.
The lights go out.
We part to rise.
There has been no verbal recognition of the fireworks.
Then, his voice comes on the breeze
as we step away.
“You felt it too, didn’t you?”
“Yes” I whisper back
and find my hand and heart in his.
Our heat rises through the mysterious
in anticipation.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 16, 2013 @ 7:12 pm

CAVEMEN

Caveman
Ooog to Moog,
while chewing on a
charred aurochs haunch,
“We’ve been jerks
See, fire works.”

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 16, 2013 @ 12:40 pm

The word: Satisfaction

SEE SAW, MARGERY DAW

Sometimes
you’ve bundled
up and down
against the cold indifference
of your world.
You’ve worked
upon your frown
by drawing
down from up
your lips.
Your body stiffened as armor.
Then out of the iciness
came his amor.
You smiled,
up from down
your lips.
at the preposterous
flips of your heart
in a freed body.
As you heard warm words
push aside
indifference,
you savored satisfaction.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On November 8, 2013 @ 10:26 am

The word: Sucks

The word is sucks.
Intake of breath
It’s almost the other word
We aren’t supposed to say.
Everyone needs bucks.
Not everyone clucks.
Not even ducks.
Who mucks?
The stable boy.
He shovels hockey pucks.
And probably even f****.
Thanks for a word that rhymes.
Thanks for not choosing ORANGE.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On October 24, 2013 @ 4:20 pm

The word: Puppeting

POET’S PREROGATIVE

Fear, frailty, frozen.
I can only do, say, see, think,
what he wants me to.
I think this abuse.
Why has no one noticed?
Why hasn’t it been stopped?
Pull together.
Call the Puppeting hotline. NOW!
” I’m sorry dear, what you need
are the numbers for Edgar Bergen or
Buffalo Bob.
Only they can help you.”

» Posted By Lexa Crane On October 2, 2013 @ 5:32 pm

The word: Apiary

OUTDID yourself again. I like this one. Miss you.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On May 15, 2013 @ 5:46 pm

The word: Happy

The buffet line was slow
with long faces and few words
betwixt them.
Couples of many years
with no connective minds left
shuffled along.
My grandchildren and I began
a revolutionary move
by trying to recall
Snow White’s seven dwarfs.
We got five:
Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy,
and Happy,
but lost the other two.
As we sat to eat
we still were stumped.
So they polled the
bashful, dopey, grumpy couples.
The room exploded with
chits and chats
of happiness
as Sleepy came forth
from the farmer and his wife over there.
And in a booth on the far wall,
with a housewife and her husband,
Sneezy was found.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On April 24, 2013 @ 4:13 pm

The word: Passion

PASSION.
the magnetic magnificence
that arises
when we touch
not just hands
or enwrapped bodies,
but minds and hearts
also.

» Posted By Lexa Crane On April 8, 2013 @ 10:53 pm

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