for the unpunctuage prompting at https://dversepoets.com/2026/06/09/unpunctuated/ here is something without punctuation, punctuality nor text.
familypoetree
oh four
oh, for an American who knows
His dollar bills or votes.
an American who reads the labels
And won’t buy food full of chemicals
Poisons or sugars.
One who is willing to forgo
Comfort or convenience
For freedom
Who will not tolerate
Systemic surveillance
Intrusive AI
and the rampant theft of our
valuable data
Where the data subject is the data owner
oh, for an america where love beats greed
20260605
sky
shall i group worlds
in odd shaped defined spaces
plots in unplanned cityscape
maps and cul de sacks
/.
a yin yang world of land and ocean
ebb and flow of stone. red and white
bobber on big G’s line
/.
a child’s christmas tree trimmed
to fit isosceles a symbol that works
and points up. and ornamented with light
-bulb shaped leaves
/.
mowers and music milkers
horse astride rides the green man
along the road aleads the village
also bisected and turveyed.
/.
surely chegall walked a yellow wood
stood on his head and proffered
the treat of a lick of some other sun
a map on the sky
/.
two roads
two village
two i’s
20260520
20260520 for the prompt over at the pub, emphatic on the work of Chegall. several images were offered, i chose this one. i’m intrigued by the juxtaposed pairings in it
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hineni
standing on the platform at the station
with a list of things i carry in
this tattered suit case which never held a suit
grandparents, gone
parents, gone
now friends and siblings going too.
Jyre who dreamt of a global
picnic day, when we would all break bread
(or your comestible of choice), and eat
in the presence of our shared humanity.
his case with that in it
lies against a lamppost.
so many seniors with fractured minds
here and gone at the same time
i know i said i was ready, my lord
but must there be so much pain?
20260517 riffing off of some poets at https://dversepoets.com/2026/05/14/unlock-with-lists/
a man of his word
such a piece of word is man
naught but breath
yet beasts also breathe
with that breath is voice
yet chirps and cries and caterwauls
emanate from whales and tigers
words! that’s the beginning
a net of meaning encompassing
accompanying existence
you’ve made a measure of me
by these my words. what is the thing
adam labelled honesty? and what am i
without that? a rat a snake a scorpion
20260507
inspired by but not quite in prompt, but it’s open link night at the pub so that’s ok, right?
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peace
as restless as seafoam in summer song
the afternoon delight of quicksilver windrush over white wings
over
golden gate
over
eiffel tower
over
a bottle of bordeaux
20260505 for the prompt at d’verse, use five rose variety names from a given list. there’s 10 here. how many can you spot? (there’s only 7 other words! lol
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oxford furnace
iron ore dug from the earth
and charcoal burnt from trees
feeds the young furnacery
from those oxides iron is smelted
the sponge iron is then
hammered down into real wrought iron
simple technologies these early bloomeries
homegoods has pressed steel
and plastic flowers
20260504
the quadrille this week wants the word bloom, and 43 other words. having dug up some bog iron recently i was inspired. the title is a place name from northwestern new jersey, where there once was a furnace.
i have not tried to build a furnace though. yet.
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powerful woman
she was full of sass
not the least bit timid
marked by stains of grass
though here eyes were limpid.
not shy nor ashamed
she’d go out in just her bloomers
those poor boys she gamed
couldn’t brave the rumors
she’s too busy living
useless harvest
languishing beside a black pool
unused therefore useless
long enough to move the world
to pry open the gate of heaven
an express elevator to the top floor
whose button goes unpushed
the 41 buick in dads garage unmoving
a farmer whose fields gone fallow
despite jars of seeds on the shelf
under sheets in the basement
a lathe, table saw, drill press
absent anticipation , there is no
hint of waiting. asparagus that
dares rise up gets chopped off.
imagination only harvests a
feeble forced invention
of what use might have been made
what joy could have been, viewed
from behind that dust encrusted wind
shield.
20260430
last day of april
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what has it got in its pocketses
medea is a fear monger
A selfish lover, teasing you for sport
if you give her even half an ear
you’ll think that vitriol and hate
Are everywhere
racist, trans phobic, gay bashers galore!
She’ll drive you into despair surely
as Louise will drive you off the cliff.
now don’t get me wrong
of course there’s many people
doing awful things to each other.
but there is so much good
the worlds pockets overflow with it
so stick your hands in, take some
there’s plenty to go around
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