Wheelchair Cavalry

I can write forwards and backwards.  I like how this one turned out.


Wheelchair Cavalry


Sitting before us
Men, hoarse
Reels whir, we
Watch the flicks
Nurse the worn
In mobile gestures
Lost for something
Unfilmed
Something for lost jest
You're immobile, worn
The nurse flicks the watch
We were real horsemen
Us, before sitting

The Pet Shop

last year I worked primarily on narrative poems, paying close attention to stresses, rhyme and false rhyme.  this year I plan to focus more on homophone poems (like the one below) and on further exploration of the backwards-forwards form. 



The Pet Shop


Eyebrows seeking
I browse, eking
Some to purrs
Sum to purse,
Too cute to pass up

The pet store
Per pet, you all
Marvel us, tells
Marvelous tails
The pet's tore
Perpetual
Delight into the heart

One For the Wall Street Protesters

backwards-forwards.


One For the Wall Street Protesters


Enriched diffidence
The poor's interest
Interpreted fee as collapse
On stable
Distrusts
In securities' exchanged
Insecurities
This trust's
Unstable lapse-
Fiasco!
Interpreted:
Interest pours the dividends
Enriched

They Came With Pitchforks

Starting the year off with more work on the backwards/forwards style. 


They Came With Pitchforks


Arm the lost
Tentatively
Discordant
Jittered reaping
Breathless raving
This union directs a
Man to torch
This location
Embodied
Dislocation
Torch to man
A direct disunion
Raving breathless
Reaping jittered
Discordance
Tentatively
Lost the arm

To Fill In The Blank

To Fill In The Blank

Nixed additions
Mixed renditions
Motley lot of
Null ambition
Hung in heedless time

Faithful letters
Filed by fetter
Field on grounds of
Nothing better:
"Nixed" begins the line

The Cat on Christmas

The Cat on Christmas


Whisk her whys
Pause, outstretches
Whiskers, wise
Paws out, stretches
Loosing wrappings, owners
Loosing rappings on her-
She hightails for now

Later, she
Licks her furr for
Liquor fervor
Hushes clamor
Huh?  She's clambered up-
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The Sightseers

I declare myself King of Homophones. 



The Sightseers


Camera digests
Comrades, I'd just
Enable
An able
Two-wrist slump
Tourists lump
Memento made, just
Momentum, adjust
Attention to guide
A tension tug, I'd
Better carry on;
I'd not be left behind