Monster

Teeth bared
He’s scared
His mind’s a mess
Trying to handle with finesse
But to no avail-this ship has sailed
If it was meant to be-he will return to me

limericks

man from Austin

there once was a man from Austin
who said “I no longer drink. it’s a toxin”
he stood his ground
til the whiskey went down
and rewrote his whole fuckin doctrine

someone I adore

there once was someone I adore
that said “we can’t do this anymore”
one drink one grin
and I’m right back in
my morals t…Read More

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SESSION SEVEN
“POETRY, A FEW IMPORTANT BASICS”
Wednesday, December 10th, 2025

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“WHAT EVERY POETESS OR POET SHOULD KNOW”
by RW Jenkins, MFA ©2004

If one’s goal or wish is to ever master the true art of poetry (as in any art form), whether it’s in oils, watercolor, or acrylic…Read More

Here is Guillotine bi-trillets

The ring of steel bells. beckons us to hell
The audience ignores the sound
Multiple bodies hit the ground

The chiming goes on, sings a restless song
Unrelenting sorrowful tears
The heart shutters to stop in fear

Hope is so far gone, whispered please at dawn
Guillotine swinging in the sun
Eternal…Read More

bi-trillets attempt. this one wasn’t easy for me…never do well when rhymin is involved.

endless night confession

breathe in the black smoke, love feels like a joke
the nights we wasted tasted strange
cheap liquor kiss, dirty exchange

you were my worst itch, struck like a kill switch
old barroom lungs in borrowed light
we swore we’…Read More

Secret Ride (magic of Poetic Voice)

He came at night,
On a wind of heat.
A bead of sweat,
On lips so sweet.
“Come with me”
He whispered close.
They are all asleep,
Said, my sexy host.
I crawled out of bed.
On crumpled sheets.
A teddy that cling,
To my heat.
Just be quiet.
It will be fun.
No one will know,
Not even one.
Once ins…Read More

Here is the Eye’s Open sonnet. Thank you, Richard, for helping me understand the nuances of a sonnet

Was born with eyes wide-open on that day,
to be prepared for seeing every truth …
not wanting to offend in any way,
for what had happened up there on the roof.

While holding onto pasts, like in a box …
we crawled, we stood, we soon beg…Read More

This is my “Magic of Poetic Voice” submission

The Beast Confession
Confessions are made to come from the heart
To make you feel the weight of it
Whether is it good or bad from the start
I need you to sit and understand me a bit

I wandered into a space without time
Alone with my thoughts
Never hoping that someone could be…Read More

hopin to receive partial credit for late assignments…

swore under oath

rationality
face down hands cuffed to my tongue
heart screams alibi

Senryu
Haunted

A single tear drops
Haunted by her lost lover
Will always love him

for sake of the lesson I added punctuation…don’t get attached.

gravity slip

I stumble thru a world
that’s bent slightly outa focus
as if it were half dream,
half burn.
heat risin off my skin in waves
like quiet embers tryin
to decide if I’m worth ignitin.

every breath feels wrong,
every step lands heavy,
gravity clawin up my s…Read More

This is my Free verse

Do you hear the sun?
As the rays beat down on the ground,
It is subtle but poignant
It’s purpose is to burn.
The exquisite heat,
does not match the coolness in your eyes

Do you smell the wind?
Multicolored in its complexity
Surrounds you,
Invades your very core.
It gives you life.
Then withdraws to take your b…Read More

ok…not a fan of haikus apparently. they’re harder than I thought. wrote a whole bunch wrong and had to start again. then my favorite involved a pond. I saw SeaCat’s and thought damnit…let’s not both write ponds. ultimately I realized I’d rather write a thousand sonnets than a single haiku. but I definitely learned somethin.

clouds file past t…Read More

GOODNESS, TFT!
Now, THAT is a proper Sonnet … it’s obvious you’ve done your homework.
Your creativity sparks, emotion sings, and diction dances. And, I like your use of elision. Could use a bit’a punctuation.
See critique and edits below:

I said I don’t do THIS. POems that behave (STRESS-STRESS / a count long)
that count their beats and…Read More

I said I don’t do this. poems that behave
that count their beats and beg to sound profound
but here I am the fool you couldn’t save
all rhyme and reason. love still hangin round

I hate this form. it’s polished. cold. confined
like scrubbin blood just so it stains again
I tell myself to leave your heart behind
but every line just drags…Read More

My Book, Sleep Always Calls is available on Amazon. I also have a you tube channel where I read my poetry.

Started assembling my poems for Inks of Africa, my poetry collection of African poems. I had three expeditions to Africa totaling about two months on the Dark Continent, visiting about a third of the countries. This book will also include photos, those I have taken as well as others I have purchased from Dreamstime. In this work I have been using…Read More