Saturday, November 18, 2017

Party (Limerick)

( #patreon #limerick #party #poem #poetry )

Time to gather for the fun
For this party has begun
I wish this was never done 

©2017 Brady L.B.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Blitz Poem

( #blitz #poem #run #crash )
What is this strange poetic form: Blitz Poem? It is a 50-line poem of images or short phrases.  A Blitz poem should be read very quickly.

How to do this poem:
Line 1 - Short phrase or image
Line 2 - Short phrase or image with the same first word as line 1
Lines 3 through 48 - sets of short phrases or images with the first word in each line being the last word in the last set
Short is sport
Short is a dwarf
Dwarf can be trees
Dwarf can be me
Line 49 - the last word of line 48
Line 50 - the last word of line 47

Title of poem is three word long (First word of line 3)(preposition or conjunction)(First word from line 47)

Run and Crash

Smoking gun
Smoking run

Run the path
Run the rapids

Rapids are fast
Rapids are rocky

Rocky the movies
Rocky the shore

Shore in California
Shore filled with crabs

Crabs will snap
Crabs are carnivores

Carnivores eat meat
Carnivores can be pets

Pets are all around
Pets are kings

Kings today
Kings take control

Control your anger
Control the water

Water is cool
Water brings life

Life is short
Life is fun

Fun are friends
Fun is family

Family brings life
Family knowledge

Knowledge is earned
Knowledge is useful

Useful projects
Useful tools

Tools of fools
Tools for wood

Wood buildings
Wood blocks

Blocks of life
Blocks of rock

Rock the world
Rock and Roll

Roll out the carpet
Roll the dough

Dough for food
Dough for the car

Car in the shop
Car Crash

Crash the computer
Crash the party


©2017 Brady L.B.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Unworldly Attackers

( #unworldly #attackers #flash #fiction )

"Looking at Paris in this light makes me wish for the safe times of our youth."

"But when was the last time you had this much fun?" came a smoke filled voice from behind her.

Jill glared at her brother's ash covered face. How could he consider this fun. She had just survived from being crushed with the burning beams of the Eiffel Tower. The hairs on her neck had been singed by the heat coming from the molten metal.

Reaching back she rubbed her neck to ascertain the damage. Her cooler hand touching her neck provided some relief to the pain that she was feeling. She looked around the dry dusty water for some sign of water that she could use. Resigned to her situation she gave up the look.

She looked back out the opening in the wall, just in time to see the unworldly projectile flying towards them. There was no time to escape, the world was doomed.

©2017 Brady L.B.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


( #create #acrostic #poem #poetry )

Churning through the mud
Radiated from your mind
Every single thought
At your beckon call
Till you are crushed by

©2017 Brady L.B.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Calling her name

( #poem #poetry #free #verse #name #gas )

The nice quiet night
Sitting there without fright
What a time
What a night

How could this peace end

Without warning,
sight, plea, or writ
A rumbling began to grow

Oh please
Oh please No.

How could this happen now
The pressure growing within
The displeasure showing

My mind anguishing
What if she hears
What if she knows
The terrible sound
It will come.


She did wail
"Did you call me"

©2017 Brady L.B.