a beast in his abode

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ali baba can’t abide
a beast in his abode
he can’t abide
the way they think
the way they speak
in code
.
his wife and kids,
conversely,
have a weakness
for their critters
collecting them
like postage stamps
collecting some
in litters
.
ali baba
went abroad
in abject
abdication
he bought a boat
on which he’ll float
absent of obligations
the sea will be his alibi
soon he’ll realize
some beasts fly

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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by unsplash, courtesy pixabay.com
created for the Daily prompt – abide

hide the china

anticipation
may be
happy hope
or fearful
trepidation
aunticipation is,
emphatically,
the latter
whatever
the occasion
the occasion
doesn’t matter
spatting aunts
somehow just can’t
behave in public places
but still it’s always
nice to see their faces
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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by fabio germanio, courtesy pixabay.com
Daily Prompt – anticipation

the bear facts

two bears were
busy bathing
an argument ensuedbear-1530798_960_720
a simple disagreement
evolved into a feud
what started as
a small request
to wash a bear behind
was now a full
blown battle
with no other
bear in mind
bear right had got
the bar of soap
and didn’t mean
to share it
bear knuckles flew
and bear left knew
he would not
grin and bear it
they both progressed
to baring teeth
though each of them
were brothers
they could no longer
bear to finish
bathing with each other
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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by pixel-mixer, courtesy pixabay.com
created for the Daily prompt – argument
bathing with the Daily prompt – simple, while something new brews

nephew to the king

the smarmy slugslug

slogged his foes
with cruel insults
and verbal blows
which would be hard
to misconstrue…
good thing he only
had a few…
half of whom
did not do words —
the other half were birds
—¦—

 his insults paled
to uncle snail’s,
the king of slimy zingers
the slug was not
as erudite and surely no
punslinger
his conversations
fast dissolved
cuz he was less evolved
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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by pixel2013, courtesy pixabay.com
created for the Daily prompt – slog
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simply weak from hunger

eclipse
eclair
eclat
there, there
economists will wonder
if i’m too excited here
or simply weak from hunger

ecumenical
ecuador
those ecstatic orthodox
don’t know about the ecru
eczema flakes inside my socks
eccentric
upper echelons
today may celebrate:
ectoplasm, icky stuff,sashimi-471795_960_720
is served up on a plate
ecclesiastic
echinoids
will have an ectoblast
excluding old
eclectic me…
it won’t be telecast…
enthusiastic bats
may use excess
echolocation
with e’s and c’s
embracing i
expect a long vacation

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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture from cegoh, courtesy pixabay.com
created for the Daily prompt – eclipse
hanging with the Daily Prompt – enthusiasm,
until something new arrives

those “c” words

complicated consonants
are causing me discomfort…

like candid conversations
in another constellation,
syncopated commentators,
their conscience disencumbered…
i don’t know what’s wrong with me,
the “c”s have me outnumbered.

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confiscated contraband
in careless conflagration;
a compendium of comestibles
commanding calibration;
certainly compulsive,
complexities conflated,
why can’t i cease  the “c” words?
i don’t know,
it’s complicated.

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©2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by clker-free-vector-images , courtesy pixabay.com
made for the daily prompt – complicated
if you liked this one, check out those “p” words

he handles his pen with aplomb

the poet had nothing,
nothing but words,
in a well-spoken cursive, delightful.
his words hit on themes
sometimes too obscene,
sometimes too intensely insightful.

he had no other talents
to give him that balance
of steady and bankable income
because most of the time
he was speaking in rhyme,
but isn’t that poetry’s symptom?

with no will to liveflourish
and too little to give
he left home with a weight on his shoulders
leaving behind
what was left of his mind
and a shelf full of tiny tin soldiers.

his sisters spent years
with some kind volunteers
his momma just wanted him near her…
or someone named Keith,
with her losing her teeth
it was getting much harder to hear her.

his rescuers claimed that
his hands were inflamed
when they found him downtown in the Bowery.
they went out on a limb
and confirmed it was him
when his sentences tended to flowery.

“he may be malnourished
but he writes with a flourish
he handles his pen with aplomb”
so they cleaned up his wounds,
brought him back to his room,
where he penned one last poem for his mom.

© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning

created for the Daily prompt – flourish
but playing in the Daily prompt – volunteer – while i work on something new
and because i love it so much, Daily prompt – clean