Creative Crap ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

A lot of the poetry I write and post is crap
Not all of it, but a lot of it
It comes sometimes from rushing
To get something on my blog
It comes from an unclear mind
Due to all the meds I have to take
I think I have created
A new poetic form
The little writing tips I get
Say I should write everyday
And that it doesn’t need to make sense
Well here I am with my creative crap

Charles Bukowski would be proud of me

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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Chaos Within Me

Confab With Me

The chaos within me
often finds peace
when you embrace my thoughts

And when the silent whisper
of your name echos Within me
it consumes my presence
and it feels like a serene church bell ringing on a faraway hilltop
in some quaint little town
taking me away from the madness
that I am often surrounded by

You are to me is peace,
a sense of calmness,
you are to me is divine
an ethereal sense
where my soul anchors
and the feel is beyond definition
of any humanly created adjective, superlative or word

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Soul Puzzle

Sarah Doughty

“And that’s what hurts the most.
You didn’t just leave —
everything we were was a lie.”

My world was complete with you in it. Like you were the final piece to the puzzle that made up my soul. Everything was perfect, and when the end of us finally arrived, it hit me like a train. And that’s what hurts the most. You didn’t just leave, you told me that everything we were was a lie.

© Sarah Doughty

Was there nothing real after all?

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Her Legs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Word of the Day – Hurry



“I love to tease men with my legs.”  Eartha kitt

Her Legs

As dinner concluded
the maitre d asked,
a corner couch sir,
All whiskey and cigars his tone,
so I sat on a couch till,
with a swish and a sigh,
I was gifted the company of an angel
though more devilish than first appeared,
she sat opposite all preoccupied
smiling allure when I dared to glance,
No hurry, I told myself, and
when she crossed her legs
I lingered long and she
caught my eye and winked
and my heart sure missed a beat,
later at the till the ‘d’ enquired,
did you like the appointed corner?
I just smiled and said yes,
it was a room with
quite an engaging view.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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MLMM- Photo Challenge # 287 – Abandon

Keep it alive

NEKNEERAJ is the host of MLMM- Photo Challenge.

Javier Ideami


I abandoned myself to the rhythm carousing through my veins

My body dances and my soul sways to the beat of the music

That only I hear deep inside my heart, charging my emotions

I throw all my inhibitions and cares to the winds and dance

I dance till I am sated and my heart overflows with love and joy


The Challenge;

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the Link Button. Also don’t forget to link to this post or copy your post’s URL into the comments. We can read your post sooner that way.


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Loving and Hating A Freaky Halloween – Daily Quote

Jo Hawk


For years, I associated ‘The Wizard of Oz’ with Halloween. The movie scared the bejesus out of me. I was probably too young. I have vivid memories of sneaking into the hallway and watching where my parents couldn’t see me. It was not my wisest decision. I paid the price, suffering nightmares of flying monkeys and the wicked witch chasing me along a yellow brick road. Even today, I avoid following Dorothy as she finds her way home.

Reading or viewing scary stories, horror tales, thrillers, and cozy mysteries are low on my priority list. Like a skeleton, I skip them because I don’t have the guts. They freak me out and I feel unsettled for days afterward. Studies say people who dislike scary movies never developed a deep association between fear and fun. Well, duh.

Maybe it is the reason behind my love-hate relationship with Halloween. Trick-or-treating for candy was…

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