spontaneous/sonnets

In keeping with my current status: Retired. Ceasing to play the game. Quiet. No rules. No timeframe. Just 14 lines. Some structure but as little as possible. Simple. Clean. Evolving. Named for a Jack Kerouac poem.

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Thursday, May 4, 2023

The need for friction:

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Survivors of the next apocalypse Will be free of social media addictions Thankfully, the next millennia will be devoid of Boomers who thrive...
Wednesday, May 3, 2023

14 things you don’t want to know about heaven:

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A typographical error made a mistake appear to An American President who’s dementia was post office so Ask me how much I have fallen in lov...
Tuesday, January 10, 2023

103:

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I dreamt myself lost on the Albany Frontier. was rescued by Blind Peter and Freeborn Garrettson. They asked me what a Saint was face to face...
Saturday, September 3, 2022

102: The wild poetic kingdom is no place for the faint of heart.

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My poem didn’t get  Picked for the big game. There it sits on the sidelines Kicking dirt and ringing hands Knowing it’s true worth it moves ...
Friday, September 2, 2022

101- Boomers:

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We are winding down Tooling the lane Parking the car Putting the cows in the barn Walking the dog Soaking the coals Closing down the porch T...
Friday, July 22, 2022

One-hundred:

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I have a shirt tail relative I'll never meet. Hidden behind our Irish lace curtains. His second wife left him. Moved away home. Took the...
Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Ninety-nine:

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Esq. Filkins is not dead! Someone has been telling stories. A new species of Lillie has flowered. When will this warm wave weaken? The buckw...
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Mark W. Ó Brien has been widely published at home and abroad. He is an alumnus of the Blackwater International Poetry Festival. His fourth collection of poetry entitled "My Childhood Appropriated." is available from Foothills Publishing. http://www.foothillspublishing.com/2019/obrien.html
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