One Shot Wednesday: Poetry Week 22

One Shot Wednesday: Poetry Week 22

Welcome to One Stop Poetry! My name is Adam Dustus, and I'll be your host for our 22nd week of One Shot Wednesday.

While it may come as no surprise that things keep moving rather quickly here at One Stop, I'd like to take this opportunity to make a few announcements...

One Stop Poetry is now calling for submissions. If you wish to post an article, highlight an artist, or use our platform to promote a worthy cause; we'd like to here from you.

The One Stop Bookshop is up and in its early stages. If you have written a poetry collection, email us at oneshotpoetry@gmail.com Title the email "Bookshop," and if possible, include the ISBN code.

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*Contest Announcement:

Okay, this contest is non-traditional, promises to be fun, and even involves video skits... Our good friend Kseverny (Richard North), the creative one-man force behind the Arts Web Show, would like to read humorous poetry during one of his next episodes (TBA). I told him the One Stop Poetry community may be able to lend him a hand in a way that promises to expose the selected poetry to a large audience. In addition, One Stop will also post what he selects. Think about it.... Could you write a poem that will make us all laugh? If so, email your entry to adamdustus@gmail.com I'll send the poems to K without names attached so he will decide on the readings. Hope you will take part in the fun!

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One Shot Wednesday, here's how it works:

1) post a poem to your blog

2) link your poem to One Shot using Mr Linky, where you will be prompted to enter your name and the URL for your poem. The URL is the web address for your poem

3)Visit other One Shot Poets, as many as you wish. Tell them how you feel when you are reading, encourage and interact with them. If you wish to critique remember to be positive and constructive, negative criticism does not help anyone.

4) Tell others about One Shot Wednesday by including a link to this page on your post

I look forward to reading your posts.
Thank you for your participation,
dustus

Bloodletting Fees, A Poem by Adam Dustus

 Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat?

Bloodletting Fees by Adam Dustus

Vomit smells dominate
Amid holding cell fermenting wait
After intensive fuzzy interrogation

Zombie hostage
Mid-life crisis situation

Being escorted to precinct station

A detaining cauldron

Squirming bacteria

Seething sticky cement
Sardines sit benched
Stench sweat

Scrambled yellow blocks mental

Self becomes mere guess
Seeking tricks?

Nobody could know
Not expecting his wife

Soon told him so
Disbelieving

This Halloween

Bloody horror
Silly string

 
 Subconscious mistake, regret

An additional mortgage dis—
Pence
Over the counter 

To in jest

Rigamortis

Starting over
Numerous bad choices
Wasted welter of cruel nagging voices

Sign glares at eve

Sunken so low
Swimming arms sway
Within long flannel sleeves

Russet plaid pajama-clad
Half-life scene for so long, too bads
Sleepwalker wandering
Mumbling sad


Through sordid shadows
Skidding down row

Neurochemical mystery flows
Proving illusive for restive intentions

While still denying abusive
 dimension

Downed

Ambien

Set 
in 

Mind—moved

Matter

Programmed

Steps

Right


Left
Undead
Down town home stairs
Out front door fled
Led by gutted shadows
Twitching flounder
Beneath sinking sail

Squinting moist cataract veils
Shimmering city light
Impactions byte
Nothing registers 

Skin itching, sour milk smelling, market rot

Pulsating neon beer signs, marquees, double parked lot
Inside boils oblivion steam

Blood flow still being one
Warmth through knock out routine
Lying fetal, cheek to porous curb
Eyeballing shoed casino herd
Shapes pass emitting coronas
Under lamppost an eternity
Listening to the earth's beat
Trembling underground


Buzzing throng, blurry people
Clacking along sidewalk

See through sequin chemise
Each painted face
Sheets, capes, tails, hidden life
Costume heroes
Clashing toxins

Boasting revelers drunk

Living sleep
Fortunate waking up

Perhaps it karma
Or dumb luck
Someone tossed
A quarter at him
The well wished
Taking pity
Near the forest green
Bulk dumpster
Stray meowing
Hungry kitties chewing onion rings
Tongue garbage lapping
Before assault happening

He was mistaken for a deaf beggar
By two different versions of GaGa
Adjusting broken chandelier hats

Spilling candy out plastic pumpkin heads
Chugging Pixie Sticks
Joking they would never pick up death
Still helping him out anyway
Yet alone he's left
Unaware blood drips
Into a shark stalking tank

Violent brood of collective vampires

Aiming for wallet and wrist watch

Thwarted, foot stomps forced open his hand
That had instinctively held clutched to his wedding band
Assailing barrage, strikes and insults
Battering life, smashing somnambulist mien
Laughing, a farewell kick to the nuts
Field goal thud, imaginary crowd roar
DB blocks

Count Dracula's punt
Thieves off with the ring

Man screams again
He can't understand
Almost breaking through his coma
Time's broken hour-hand
Froze forever held
No awakening instant
Except when heart melts
What's lifted

Disorderly conduct disturbing peace
Chin trickles red from broken front teeth

Resisting arrest, billy club beaten,
Struck over the head
Seal like squealing
Ear drums pounding 

Arms behind cuffed, siren sounding
Cursing 3 glasses of vinegary wine
That smooth cap-sized pill for sleep
Future ending in divorce
Bloodletting fees
Feeling tricked
Through poison means

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Cheers, Adam

Dustus Friday Guest Spotlight: "Authenticity" by Susan Payne

Welcome to Dustus Friday on One Stop Poetry!

Hi, I'm Adam Dustus. Today, it is my pleasure to announce that I have a special guest poetry post to share...

In the One Stop Poetry spotlight is SuziCate, aka Susan Payne.

SuziCate's blog is called The Water Witch's Daughter, and I'm fan of her posts, especially her poetry, philosophical musings, and travel adventures.  Her skill, style, and creativity have earned her a reputation for high quality, meaningful writing.  Enjoy!

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Authenticity by Susan Payne

Though I am not transparent
I come from the deep
From beneath the weight
Of tons of all that is hard
Not recognized for my luster
My resilience is commendable
For I am no one's imitation
A cubic zirconia, I am not
I am my own diamond
Rough, unpolished, raw
I am not shiny, nor pretty
But I am real

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Check out more of SuziCate's work @ http://suzicate.wordpress.com

Guided Home, Poem & Photo by Adam Dustus

Hear the seen
Beyond accustomed background
In between recall noticing
Each day what's missing
Confounds constitution

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Continuous distant bombarding
Drone breaks through space
Crest rage splashing
Spirit-starving, pulse reviving
Ear drums absorb ruffling calmly
Like seashells echo hinting wakes

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Standing beacon tall off pebbled shore
Walk along the gorgeous lawn
Even hum your favorite song
Alive this loving joy to breathe
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Life wrecks fear
Will turns up cheer
Being subject, our element
Salt in skin and trails of tears
Guided home after many lost years

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*The above poem was written in Northport, Michigan—
home to the Grand Traverse Lighthouse.

One Shot Wednesday: A Place to Share Your Poems

Welcome to One Shot Wednesday - where you get to highlight your poetic talents

I’m  Adam Dustus, and I'll be your host for the poetic festivities. Since it was so much fun hosting OSW last month, I jumped at the opportunity to substitute for Leslie this week! The support and energy for One Shot Wednesday has been great, and I'm glad to be a part of it. With that being said, here's a quick recap of how One Shot works:

1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog

2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot

3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you've posted it.

4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

Lastly, all forms of poetry are accepted for One Shot Wednesday. Everyone is welcome.

Cheers.
Adam 

Depression's Last Curse: A Poem by Adam Dustus

Poem  & Photo by Adam Dustus

We shall see
Maybe one day
Melancholic shades of grey

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Swear off reflection
Verse not a weapon
No weeping leaves echo
Care for pretension

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Fall into winter

Whether it proves worse

Reflections froze dreary
Gloom bridging mirth

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Tree placid mirror

Arcs hiding work

Restorative energy
Depression's last curse

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