Rotten Leaves

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss crazy revenge stories and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Agnew Pickens, Pilar Edler, and Ben Ditmars.

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rotten leaves decaying on the ground
better than tomatoes
in the summer
the worms that turn rejoice
in the musky smell
they leave behind for spring’s return
feeding my loins…
with rich nutrients storage
the air once hot and heavy
now frosted
preserving the promise
that our love
will return.

Branded Lullaby

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting five of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Brock Gates, Brittany LarsonAgnew Pickens, Shari Wise, and Ben Ditmars.

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Branded and retching a slime in my eyes
No reason to this doubts and lies stumped
I’d put a patch on both eyes
if they weren’t already black
misused, misplaced, and out of tune
I hope I can get out of this rut soon
Insidious clues over the hills pointed on high
hot air balloons flood the sky with colors
and as I stagger into the
morning light, I’ll hear the
cricket’s lullaby.

Summertime

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Agnew Pickens, Ben Ditmars, and Brittany Larson.

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The Summertime brings me such great bliss
getting drunk on dandelions
full of vinegar and piss
not enjoying the taste
feeling in my loins
the taste of pain
no more gain
insane
depth.

Lured into Spring

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Agnew Pickens, Ben Ditmars, and Cheryl Wilcox:

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fishing with dead body parts
you know I stuck a fishing lure
up my butt one time
I didn’t catch a thing
spoiled the whole fishing trip
until the sun spawned
crappie dreams of rectal spasms
detached metatarsals
in a cool retreat from spring
is it really that hot in your
little pond,
you’d chase a foreign object?
those UFOs that skip across the water
in colors of sundown
sentences spelled out with rods,
punctuation from loose hooks
tick, tick, tick
I got a bite
I got a nibble of a nibble of a bite
caught between the noble demise
of sushi dreams or fish filet.

Time Rolls Along

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We talk about different events, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Ashley Mullins, Ben Ditmars, and Michael Schurch:

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Brown curtains hum a jagged song
White walls reach high into night
Seconds, minutes, the time rolls along
Candle flames are somber light
New beginnings bring promise and hope
The past eventually will disappear from sight
Nail polish tarnished by soap.