As the Sun Wonders, What Were Neil Armstrong’s First Words, Again?—Wea’ve Written Weekly

In her synchronous rotation with Earth

Afloat in a pool of slippery blackness

She speaks in phrases of the moon

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Listeners often misheard short words

That turned the nation’s eyes to the skies

Gave them hope with a simple mission

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Fascinated by mistakes

What people say

What people hear

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Hey diddle diddle, familiar to every Britain,

The moon is an idiom again

It got its name having been smuggled at night

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When we talk

We formulate light

Retrieve words

Memory and move

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And these errors

They rarely occur

But once every three years

With a month full of two moons

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Slavery” by Punam Sharma. If you would like to read the poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/06/w3-prompt-10-weave-written-weekly/

Intuition Within the Finetuning of the Universe—Wea’ve Written Weekly

He danced through the rain/slash commands are here/like this was some kind of movie

Start playing music/grooves of complex machinery/shaped by eons of evolution/the command

Influential in the death of the evolutionary process/below the threshold of consciousness

Science, religion, technology, and progress/bot can join your voice channel/to justify

The idea of inferior and superior/disconnect command/ideas of social evolution made

In the image of God/mathematical insight stepping off a train/play the song that the bot requests

To a song that he heard/play the song via a link or search query/that he thought was groovy

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Rain” by Kunjal. if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/22/w3-prompt-8-weave-written-weekly/

Feng Shui Facts About Mirrors—Wea’ve Written Weekly

Can you focus only on the handle

Of a hand-crafted wicker basket

Twisted out of light strips

With natural color variations,

A photograph on the wall,

And a spoon that moves by itself

Without noticing the ghost

Of the old lady in the room?

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Work in Progress” by Sarah David. if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/15/w3-prompt-7-weave-written-weekly/

Drunken Crow Flies—Wea’ve Written Weekly

Between blue green crags of cave ceiling

Bleeding pastels of fighting ghosts.

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Over twice removed ties to the wife

Who spent all of her happiness on her cats.

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Through the comings and goings wearing his half second of guilt

When she saw the YouTube videos of happy babies.

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Passed the double doors of the pub circling over the bar

To perch on the seat and order another bourbon, neat.

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Family” by Britta Benson. if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/08/w3-prompt-6-weave-written-weekly/

Recipe for the Easy Eye—Monorhyme—Wea’ve Written Weekly

You were telling her to go inside

And perfect the pork well water pie

She wrote recipes that end up white

Fermented in a saltwater brine

Each bit infused with Stowe Cider High

The screaming gal with the easy eye

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Monorhyme is a poetic technique using the same rhyming sound on multiple lines.

I have decided to go with near rhymes for half of the lines because I struggle to find enough word variation within perfect rhymes. Also, I like the more subtle effect that you get with near rhymes. Perfect rhymes have a tendency to draw all of the attention to the sound of the end of the line and distract from the rest of the poem when I do it. Many very good poets can make perfect rhymes work, but I have just not developed that level of skill.

I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Finding a Voice” by Murisopsis if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/01/w3-prompt-5-weave-written-weekly/

In the News Today—Wea’ve Written Weekly

Must we live in this moment?

John Oliver is right about Subway.

Walmart removes Juneteenth ice cream.

The government hoards billions of pounds of cheese.

Monkeypox Marxism makes its move.

Ukrainian boxing champion killed on the front line.

Russian forces expand their assault.

Must we live in this moment?

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Letting Go” by Kerfe Roig. If you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt, visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/25/w3-prompt-4-weave-written-weekly/

And Some People Watch the Surf with Their Seat on the Sand—Wea’ve Written Weekly

Drop in and tighten the slack in your veins.

Focus on the wind blowing that bit of spray.

Watch the seabirds fragment and dive out of the sky.

Taste the salt in the air and let it ring there for days

Like the flavor of clouds edged in pink and gold.

Like your grandmother’s cranberry sauce.

Like blue like the water on your fingers

As you reach out and touch the sea.

Then, paddle out to surf another tasty wave

And know the flavor of the world purified.

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Burdon of Time” by A. J. Wilson. If you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt, visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/18/w3-prompt-3-weave-written-weekly/

While Waiting for Life to Happen—Free Verse #W3

The duration separating two events

Like each small step forward in a concessions line

Like popcorn through the halls of a theatre

Like salt and butter and regret.

And a movie you didn’t like

And didn’t want to watch.

And now, you are halfway there.

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Decision Time” by Britta Benson if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/11/w3-prompt-2-weave-written-weekly/