Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I've been doing poems with fives
Mickey in Five Stanzas
By GC SMITH
Pinko, commy, sum-bitches
story line from the fifties
won’t work today
Velma, sweater girl extraordinaire
with pointy, circle stitched bra
is a passé image
Cops and the Assistant D.A.
beating on old Mike Hammer
cliché, cliché; not today's way
Fast gun, lotsa fun
especially with no consequence
but that won’t fly in the current genre
Writing mysteries
has become demanding,
Betcha, Mickey’s glad he’s dead
By GC SMITH
Pinko, commy, sum-bitches
story line from the fifties
won’t work today
Velma, sweater girl extraordinaire
with pointy, circle stitched bra
is a passé image
Cops and the Assistant D.A.
beating on old Mike Hammer
cliché, cliché; not today's way
Fast gun, lotsa fun
especially with no consequence
but that won’t fly in the current genre
Writing mysteries
has become demanding,
Betcha, Mickey’s glad he’s dead
Thursday, October 14, 2010
"High Fivin."
Prestidigitation
by GC
one ,two, three, four, five
this haiku starts/ends with five
'cause I used fingers
by GC
one ,two, three, four, five
this haiku starts/ends with five
'cause I used fingers
Monday, October 4, 2010
digitation
Fingers
by GC SMITH
Fingers,
five of 'em
the middle one
stands out
a flag
Fingers,
five of 'em
the thumb
stretches out
to catch a ride
Fingers,
five of them
one an index digit
to riff
a book's pages
Fingers,
five of 'em
a gold band
not a nose ring
encircles one
Fingers,
five of them
the itty-bitty one
doesn't belong
in your nostril
Finger's,
five of them
clenched
thrust heavenward
high fives the world
by GC SMITH
Fingers,
five of 'em
the middle one
stands out
a flag
Fingers,
five of 'em
the thumb
stretches out
to catch a ride
Fingers,
five of them
one an index digit
to riff
a book's pages
Fingers,
five of 'em
a gold band
not a nose ring
encircles one
Fingers,
five of them
the itty-bitty one
doesn't belong
in your nostril
Finger's,
five of them
clenched
thrust heavenward
high fives the world
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