sir john recites soliloquies

sir john recites soliloquies
from his old fave Shakespeare
he whispers them so softly
that it’s rather hard to hear
if you try to move in closer
to discover what he said
he’ll give a slow
and lasting pose
then bop you on the head
you’d think he was a solo act
the way he plays the room
he spent today
on a mamet stage
in elaborate costume
he knows the works of all the greats
he’s learned the lines by heart
he doesn’t share
the spotlight there
he acts out every part
then he closes with a homily
shows he knows
he’s an anomaly
which is only symptomatic
of a bear
who has a flair
for the dramatic
© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by sandid, courtesy
this verse wasn’t here before the Daily prompt – dramatic
but it wants to share the stage with the Daily prompt – discover
and the Daily prompt – symptom

to have you look my way

what do you admire he asked
while i admire you?
what is it you’re looking at?
what can a person do
to have your full attention
to have you look my way?
tell me how to win you back

tell me what to say.

there’s no one here but you & me
no other human being…
what is it you’re looking at?
what is it you’re seeing?
what’s it gonna take for you
to look me in the eye?
what is it you’re thinking
while you’re staring at the sky?


she sighed she said
when we first wed
you were another guy
she sighed she said
her love was dead
she sighed she said


© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by unsplash, courtesy
created for the Daily prompt – admire

if the royal we were me

if the royal we
is really icolorful-1254539_960_720
could the royal i
be the loyal we?
only if i
were to marry me
but i’m not into
and i wouldn’t
want to
spoil me
the royal we


© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by gdj, courtesy
#ifwewereme #emoulet


the wind was once my friend

the wind was once
my friend one time,
a long long time ago
it brought its friend euphoria
whenever things were slow
we’d play outside
i’d seek, they’d hide
we’d fly my kite
and then at night
i’d leave the window open
windy marriage-598314_960_720they’d both whirl in
and give a spin
and share a world unspoken
but now i’ve grown
no time to play
excuse me for the platitude
i find important papers blown
the wind has got an attitude
while i am out auditioning
it makes my hair a mess
and it loves to tease and bother me
when i have on a dress

© 1977 & 2016, kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by snapwiresnaps, courtesy
Daily prompt – wind

someone’s got a pin

i wish there was
a remote for existence
so people could pause for a bit

or maybe rewind,
like an auto-remind… … …
a pretty cool thought, i’ll admit

remote-control-395007_960_720or stop for a while

and turn back on later

wouldn’t that be a smile,
could you dream something greater?
but life is unstoppable

triumphs and troubles

we may have our dreams
but too often it seems
we take 1 on the chin
from some guy with a pin

who sets about popping our bubbles

and besides now it’s clear
that my clever idear
has a giant impossible hole in it
cuz if i should hit pause
while i played santa claus
who could i trust with controllin’ it?
so forget what i said
i was in the wrong head
the concept was really implausible
because now i can see
that if i should pause me
i’d never be un-santa-clausable.
© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by marrie, courtesy
this verse wasn’t here before the Daily prompt – unstoppable
but it wants to play with the Daily prompt – trust and the Daily prompt – pause

the proverbial balls

he was unstoppable
now he has stopped
the proverbial balls
he was juggling
his joie de vivre
all he wants to do
is leave
he needs a break
he needs a rest
someone somewhere said it best*
so we’re loading the luggage
in the back of the van
and driving as far
and as fast as
we can
van sunset.jpg


© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by forrest cavale, courtesy
this verse wasn’t here before the Daily prompt – unstoppable

*What is without periods of rest will not endure.
– Ovid
*How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown. – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

*If you are brave enough to say goodbye life will reward you with a new hello.
Paulo Coelho


the bull was in the china shop

osiris and isis
were facing down a crisisisis_Osiris_family_E6204_mp3h9199
the bull was in the china shop
causing fragile art to drop
’til arthur turned the table
now neither one is able
to face too much at all
but the wall
rearranging furniture
has rescued him
and rescued her
from sudden death, ironically
it used to be their specialty

© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture from, courtesy\images
this verse wasn’t here before the Daily prompt – crisis
it joined the party at the Daily prompt – fragile
and is hanging with the Daily prompt – rearrange – while i work on something new

the memory is going

words that tumbled fruitfully
that capped a thought conclusively
and were all his exclusively
are hiding out elusively
no longer overflowing
people-1394377_960_720when he was young
these same words clung
to the top of his brain
to the tip of his tongue
now there’s no way of knowing
if they’re in there at all
stuck in back by the wall
underneath the mothballs
he tells us what he can recall
but the memory is going
what’s left for us is to celebrate
not to agitate or to aggravate
to assist him and appreciate
to listen and commiserate
and not to mourn his slowing
© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by skitterphoto, courtesy
created for the Daily prompt – elusive
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it came here seeking sanctuary

behold, my friends, the weed,
it satisfies its needs.
persistence is its own reward:
the more you pull,
the more its spores
get spread to every crack.
the more you spray
it finds new ways
to keep on coming back.
the slightest bit of dirt will do,
it needs no sunshine, rain or food
it feeds on the disdain from you.
uninvited to my yard,
it came here seeking sanctuary.
it saw i was a novice guard
and moved in the whole familary,
and now that i’m an avant gardener
it wants to be my silent partner.
what evil genius is a weed:
it has a will,
it will succeed.

© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by distelpics, courtesy
Daily prompt – sanctuary
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