11 Jan 2013 2 Comments
in Poetry, Triolet Tags: Poetry
I fought to take you home but you weren’t mine,
According to the judge–that little liar;
He made evaluations based on wine!
I fought to take you home but you weren’t mine,
And now you’re moving ‘cross the Maine state line?
Damn mercenary man, damn gun for hire!
I fought to take you home but you weren’t mine,
According to the judge, that little liar!
12 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Triolet Tags: Christina, Jacque Kuhn, Jimmy Stewart, Poetry
Photo by Christina Pengyou
She stepped into the room and it caught fire
An alcoholic summer revelry
A tightrope walker perched upon the wire
She stepped into the room and it caught fire
A leading rebel member of the choir
A song and dance to squelch mad devilry
She stepped into the room and it caught fire
An alcoholic summer revelry.
