Zumba for the soul, week 6

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So, what week are we on again?  *whistles*  well, time flies!  Moving on, in any case:

Zumba for this week!  (Or eight weeks ago, whatevs…)

  • I gotta make myself a pair of angel wings.  Ehhhhh really?  MORE ORIGAMI?  Well tell you what: I’ve got a poem halfway ready to go, about angel wings.  Serendipitous, no?  I think that counts.  I THINK THAT COUNTS.
  • Also: get a hold of three poems by Rumi, and read ’em.  Yeah, I can do that all right.
  • Aaaand I have to eat lunch somewhere ‘unusual’.  Considering I rarely eat any meal on time, and generally graze randomly on whatever’s in the fridge, I think just having a formal cooked meal at the dinner-table would count for this one.

 

image – Lavendar’s Legacy https://www.flickr.com/photos/soloflight/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

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keeping the peace, with a shotgun

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burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

keeping the peace, with a shotgun

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burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

Poem: prescription strength of love

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“Your prescription now is stronger,”

My optician says to me

He only means to give the dimming

Fuzzy world a clarity

You, I’ve not explained to him yet

He has not asked that I do

Only wants to know my headaches

An alphabet recital too

Think you I’ll love you less dearly

If I see you sharp and clear

If I see your flaws my dear one

Once I excused myopically

It’s not the case, although it should be

I love you not for fuzzy glow

For radiant halos stemming only

From faulty curve of lens, I know

I love you for your faults, you bastard

And when I see them close and sharp

I’ll pull the hornrims off my nose, dear

Vowed haloed angel, sans specs, mit harp.

© 2015 Alex Ankarr.

 

Image – Zuukuo Wuu public domain.

billable hours of a superhero

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tough gig, man, no-one understands

the paperwork’s a bitch when you shoot lightning from your hands

getting paid by angry clients is no easier it seems

and then there’s the spandex ‘cause it fits with people’s dreams


but you go home to the boyfriend

if not the same time every night

if you’re lucky, he understands

you have to fight and fight the good fight

(even though dating a lawyer or a cop

you’d think they’d know the drill

the bad guy don’t go home and shut up shop

just because your guy has needs to fulfill)


yeah, a gay superhero has it hard

but count it up at the end of the day

the grateful appreciation of the populace

and a mundane boyfriend with super-powered cuddles

go a long long long long way.

– Alex Ankarr, 2016

 

Photo credit: gunner111, https://www.flickr.com/photos/moto101/

Creative Commons

 

…meet, cute

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rushing to be funny

blushing when you stutter

you search for one excuse to linger

he needs change for a buck

you’re due back at work

he’s such a cute stranger

here’s where destiny hits you like a truck

on the other hand maybe just a really great —

© Alex Ankarr 2015 All rights reserved

Image Andy Miccone, public domain.

Poem: …matrimony and the man II

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Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

the groom, and his groom

fine handsome catch

every bit his match

waiting on a promise,

all dolled up and fine

forever be mine

Vows are made

Doves are flown

Fizz all downed

Rings exchanged

Dance in dreams

flowergirl screams

(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz
Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)

hand in hand and

husbands now

one last vow

wedding day done

cake’s crumbs,

Listen, grooms:

It begins now.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence