tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30691666065596722372012-01-13T02:43:37.013-06:00By David Weller, aka poetspirit, September- December, 2009David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.comBlogger1201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-42709334046645728572009-12-31T21:08:00.000-06:002009-12-31T21:10:19.176-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Happy New Year!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">A new day's rising!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Surprising? No, but New Year's</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">is arising, too.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4270933404664572857?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-41953981422178033002009-12-31T21:06:00.001-06:002010-03-04T22:29:11.946-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Swinging</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Drive in a small town,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">I saw the red light swinging.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Shoot it or stop? Stop.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4195398142217803300?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-67243069185866719952009-12-31T20:58:00.000-06:002009-12-31T20:59:29.133-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Pain</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">chronic pain is for</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">remembering painless times</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">and for making rhymes</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6724306918586671995?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-79479119611833517702009-12-27T03:40:00.003-06:002009-12-27T03:58:07.623-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Wig</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">There once was a man from Jig</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">who was wearing on top a wig</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">'till one day he learned</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">what he had too yearned</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Caesar wore leaves of a fig!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7947911961183351770?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-62868786112585089612009-12-27T03:35:00.001-06:002010-03-16T07:37:53.033-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Water fountains</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">fountains of water</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">splash the sky into raindrops,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">carried by the wind</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6286878611258508961?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-84952177569889770332009-12-27T03:33:00.001-06:002009-12-27T03:35:04.236-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">The park</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">the park was playing</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">and days without hours and</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">sunset treks back home</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8495217756988977033?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-45460716627007571272009-12-27T03:31:00.000-06:002009-12-27T03:33:06.508-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Pickles</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">dodging the smaller</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">pickles, little cousin eyes</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">only the big prize</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4546071662700757127?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-66353359441529184992009-12-27T03:29:00.002-06:002010-03-21T02:35:00.551-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Secret recipe</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">the rotting barrel</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">hid a secret recipe</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">belongs to the gods</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6635335944152918499?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-22365344652811855472009-12-27T03:27:00.001-06:002009-12-27T03:29:14.271-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Nature</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">swaying field grasses</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">invite the old wheel barrow</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">back into nature</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2236534465281185547?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-4057424274844170282009-12-27T03:25:00.000-06:002009-12-27T03:27:23.632-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Flower</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">violet-red buds</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">the bougainvillaea flower</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">for awaiting mates</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-405742427484417028?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-52558580855958264602009-12-27T03:23:00.009-06:002010-03-17T02:31:42.397-05:00<p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Palm fronds</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">chirping birds nearby,</span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">the cracking royal palm fronds</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">awaken senses</span></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5255858085595826460?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-88150974366366571352009-12-27T03:19:00.001-06:002009-12-27T03:23:07.438-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Night-time lights</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">by David Weller, OSL</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">night-time distant lights</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">portray a ghostly presence</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">even far away</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8815097436636657135?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-87246044777196104382009-12-17T02:10:00.003-06:002010-03-21T04:42:20.306-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Poems</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">po'o'o'e'em</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">wri'itten multipli'ies</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">meeeaning in the h'art</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8724604477719610438?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-70937509135037643042009-12-17T02:06:00.002-06:002009-12-27T04:21:24.528-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Deadline</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">create, debate, ate.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">begin, once again, ill-fate.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">anew, renew, late.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7093750913503764304?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-66992990964871005722009-12-17T02:03:00.000-06:002009-12-17T02:06:55.149-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Roundabout</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">up, down, all around</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">here, there, everywhere, in, out</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">roundabout ends here... </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6699299096487100572?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-83812352790547510222009-12-17T02:01:00.001-06:002009-12-17T02:03:46.719-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Circus</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">cylindrical twirls,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">spinning endlessly around,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">astounding the clowns</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8381235279054751022?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-84761105877715597122009-12-08T00:01:00.000-06:002009-12-08T00:03:46.295-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunflowers</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">open sunflowers</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">face the rising sun, yellow</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">petals pointing out</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8476110587771559712?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-36413262158441449062009-12-07T23:58:00.001-06:002009-12-08T00:01:32.884-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Bamboo</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">stalks of bamboo stand,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">crowding along the alley,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">show boundary wall</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3641326215844144906?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-4978583866642264532009-12-07T23:57:00.001-06:002009-12-07T23:58:40.477-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">watered, clay flower pots steam outside</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-497858386664226453?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-28406132444370900802009-12-07T23:47:00.003-06:002009-12-07T23:55:51.857-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Spirit<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunny breezes in my break</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Skipping stones across the lake</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Red-ripe fruit I do partake</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dreaming after I awake</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">There is nothing to compare</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">To this spiritual affair</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2840613244437090080?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-43598920831846530622009-12-07T21:20:00.001-06:002010-03-21T04:58:16.843-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Succulence</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">sweet succulence, lace</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the lavender face, amidst</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the hummingbird's pace</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4359892083184653062?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-40698060016723287912009-11-28T03:52:00.000-06:002009-11-28T03:54:13.849-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a rose is a rose -- once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4069806001672328791?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-64077722316811742062009-11-28T03:51:00.002-06:002009-11-28T04:00:07.517-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">'round the bend, cactus strike twice </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6407772231681174206?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-56069940768003183772009-11-28T03:49:00.002-06:002010-03-21T19:57:33.861-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Up the mountain, stars shine brightest! </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5606994076800318377?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-81530792316045930132009-11-28T03:47:00.004-06:002010-03-21T20:05:46.516-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">The long, winding road dreams make</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8153079231604593013?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-59402586681008725892009-11-28T03:45:00.000-06:002009-11-28T03:47:44.052-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">A six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">The road ends, where nature begins</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5940258668100872589?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-69575178887770732222009-11-28T03:43:00.000-06:002009-11-28T03:45:28.504-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Rising moon</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Our rising blue moon</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">over the horizon soon</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">chases blue herons</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6957517888777073222?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-84928163263122766852009-11-28T03:40:00.001-06:002009-11-28T03:43:03.579-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Polly</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"tweet" goes the caged bird....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"Polly wants a cracker," I</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">say. "Ritz," my bird says....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8492816326312276685?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-59005363802078841942009-11-28T03:34:00.001-06:002010-03-21T20:56:35.121-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Whooping crane</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">In the heavy dew</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of a swamp, a whooping crane</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">makes a stab for fish</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5900536380207884194?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-47512480950038516532009-11-28T03:32:00.000-06:002009-11-28T03:34:21.478-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Eagle's nest</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">The pair of eagles</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">tussle and bounce on their nest,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">deferring their chicks.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4751248095003851653?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-90727245313187980952009-11-28T03:29:00.001-06:002009-11-28T03:32:00.618-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Wings</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">crow perched on branch end</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">spreads its wings in defiance</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of own gravity</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-9072724531318798095?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-8940165377048558702009-11-28T03:25:00.001-06:002009-11-28T03:29:28.513-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Cleaning</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">babbling brook browsing</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">over shiny white rocks clean</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">again yet again</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-894016537704855870?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-30825951976477713842009-11-24T01:40:00.001-06:002009-11-24T01:43:00.234-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Rookies</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">spring season football</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">camp saw our hard sought players,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">yes, easy rookies</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3082595197647771384?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-18019738627779941462009-11-24T01:38:00.000-06:002009-11-24T01:40:47.571-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunset</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">we set up camp north</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">slope of dear mount sugar loaf,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">and watched the sun set</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1801973862777994146?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-3716732481952644822009-11-24T01:36:00.000-06:002009-11-24T01:38:07.509-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Camps</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">which camp do I see?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">accountants, gays, sports players?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">these chairs are dispersed</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-371673248195264482?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-21623863341350212012009-11-24T01:34:00.000-06:002009-11-24T01:36:11.675-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Arnold</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Arnold Van Camp was</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a lonely guy, blessed</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">but always the spy...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2162386334135021201?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-20955548534456899082009-11-20T23:20:00.002-06:002010-03-21T21:01:52.363-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">The spirit to fight</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the spirit to fight</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">is a life of adventure</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">revealed in the heart </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2095554853445689908?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-18066314502267485902009-11-20T23:18:00.001-06:002009-11-20T23:20:50.241-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">The heart reveals</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the heart reveals a</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">linear outlook to be</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">read by another</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1806631450226748590?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-82649263082590711062009-11-19T21:40:00.001-06:002009-11-19T21:42:43.984-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Fall</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Longing for the days</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">when fall hits home with winds</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">that carry cool air....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8264926308259071106?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-50086317999466307252009-11-17T23:26:00.001-06:002009-11-17T23:28:43.283-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Moon rays</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">minor moon droppings</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of misty rays drizzle down</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the mountain's deep fog</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5008631799946630725?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-76194358284412852452009-11-17T23:23:00.002-06:002010-03-21T21:05:57.316-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Gig</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">scurrying mice tag</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">chips of cheese in the basement</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">after the main gig</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7619435828441285245?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-44180206029234896252009-11-17T23:21:00.002-06:002010-03-21T21:27:19.837-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Minors!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Minors aren't allowed</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to speak down to their parents</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">unless they're upstairs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4418020602923489625?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-91565960494512060382009-11-17T01:08:00.001-06:002009-11-17T01:10:49.185-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Shady Ray</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"Shady Ray says ya</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">gotta play the ropes if ya</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">gotta go that far"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-9156596049451206038?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-70568895849487802982009-11-17T01:06:00.000-06:002009-11-17T01:08:42.898-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Restaurant</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the shady rest'rant</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">had a dark section chained off</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">for party drinkin'</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7056889584948780298?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-72289021857428096812009-11-17T01:04:00.001-06:002009-11-17T01:06:21.590-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Youth</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I knew the bar was</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">shady, but I needed drinks</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to satisfy youth</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7228902185742809681?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-78882503896697815622009-11-17T01:02:00.001-06:002009-11-17T01:04:22.794-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Shade</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a shady backyard</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">is essential for Summers</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of play and romance</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7888250389669781562?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-3486737061951179472009-11-17T00:59:00.000-06:002009-11-17T01:02:10.597-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Distance</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the mountains spoke a</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">shady blue in the distance,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">saying, "can't reach me"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-348673706195117947?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-8004593091719360432009-11-17T00:57:00.001-06:002009-11-17T00:59:48.110-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Devil's liar</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a shady, cool pond</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">accents this sun-baked desert,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">named, devil's liar</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-800459309171936043?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-81351028651744728002009-11-17T00:53:00.002-06:002009-11-17T00:57:46.301-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Hey, shady lady</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">hey, shady lady</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">what you got for me? I don't</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">wanna fight it out</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8135102865174472800?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-13386527580086231172009-11-15T00:44:00.001-06:002009-11-15T00:47:46.646-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Laughter</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">round and round we go</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">twisted in a vertigo</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">with hope of laughter</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1338652758008623117?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-53084613461267866542009-11-15T00:40:00.001-06:002009-11-15T00:44:23.065-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">loving companions overweigh all guilty minds</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5308461346126786654?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-32926460976540899292009-11-15T00:38:00.000-06:002009-11-15T00:40:40.364-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Cut</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">broadway stars sell their</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">souls to a cut-rate cult film</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to critics' dismay</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3292646097654089929?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-68528301733093009732009-11-15T00:36:00.001-06:002009-11-15T00:38:05.002-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">second chances lift</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">me on wings of hope, without</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">chance of oppressing</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6852830173309300973?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-46920653372664791162009-11-15T00:30:00.002-06:002009-11-15T00:35:15.671-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Six-word poem</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">adult nonsense. childlike play sweet nothing</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4692065337266479116?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-8023427314723686302009-11-06T20:33:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:36:18.782-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Happiness</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I find happiness</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">in toys not for pleasure, but</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">for playful laughter</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-802342731472368630?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-91379102799421163492009-11-06T20:32:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:36:34.141-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Flashy dishes</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Flashy dishes paint</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a luminescence, flavors</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">that hold appetites!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-9137910279942116349?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-21951070274195182292009-11-06T19:46:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:36:47.088-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Time</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">time faces all things</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">in a manner equally</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">love and of patience</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2195107027419518229?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-36959203028384865622009-11-06T19:43:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:37:01.259-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Nature</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">find me a wild rose</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">and I'll find you a garden</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">nature intended</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3695920302838486562?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-49214968240343518292009-11-06T19:40:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:37:11.968-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dreams</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">May you find a bright,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">flashy diamond within</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">sweetheart dreams tonight.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4921496824034351829?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-15845061287120619512009-11-06T19:38:00.002-06:002009-12-27T03:51:00.870-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Fit</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Pick at your keyboard,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">complain, ache and have a fit</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">and consume french fries!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1584506128712061951?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-75346431969955238002009-11-05T23:29:00.003-06:002010-03-21T21:50:57.505-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Perish</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">perish in color;</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">that is, a pear that is old,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">whose skin is brownish...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7534643196995523800?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-56399604981790387362009-11-05T23:24:00.002-06:002010-03-21T21:58:34.919-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Perishables</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">All onions perished.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">How can I tell? Laughed out loud</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">when I cut them up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5639960498179038736?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-4942389365224101562009-11-05T23:20:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:37:51.512-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Bright</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Scary thoughts send me</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">towards light. Fright delivers</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">me towards brightness.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-494238936522410156?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-81175137663242726332009-11-05T23:19:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:38:01.011-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sorrow</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">deliver me to</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">sorrow, and show me the way</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to loving kindness...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8117513766324272633?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-27320214482050300802009-11-05T23:11:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:38:11.251-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Love</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">love is the slumber</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of meaning... sleep well, and I'll</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">leave a crack in door</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2732021448205030080?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-58111259118807201552009-11-05T23:09:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:38:20.400-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sale</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Microwave oven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Thirty-nine dollars, no brand.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Does it boil water?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5811125911880720155?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-11389865750148766712009-11-05T23:06:00.001-06:002009-11-08T00:38:30.347-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Steak.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Top brand in the state.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Juicy, grilled, delicious steak.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Just like you like it. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1138986575014876671?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-68698771597817619782009-10-27T12:56:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:38:39.782-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Larger</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, O.S.L.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">buried in books, I</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">read the nearest thing, knowing</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">the world is larger</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6869877159781761978?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-84502146129997792932009-10-25T04:46:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:38:51.106-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Money in politics</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, O.S.L.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Money makes D.C. go round,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">till our representatives can't be found....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8450214612999779293?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-50631561701490508882009-10-25T04:44:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:39:10.350-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Prize</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I have found my prize</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">And though it isn't pretty</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Beauty's in my eyes</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5063156170149050888?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-51215730298506499642009-10-25T04:41:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:39:29.559-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Mess</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a tangle of cords</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">is but a strangle of sorts,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">mess, in other words</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5121573029850649964?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-4527252230379290292009-10-25T04:38:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:39:45.423-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Wonder</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">look at the wonder</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of it all, the style, the miles</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">wander all the while</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-452725223037929029?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-82972132655028611712009-10-25T04:10:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:40:11.508-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Write with meaning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8297213265502861171?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-34578122431994728242009-10-25T03:54:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:40:29.719-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">To the light!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3457812243199472824?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-86274970171865176602009-10-25T03:52:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:40:44.478-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm with you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8627497017186517660?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-83021864872238797592009-10-25T03:49:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:41:02.347-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Read the heart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8302186487223879759?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-78826473478895966762009-10-25T03:47:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:41:23.605-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Heartsong wilt thou?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-7882647347889596676?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-36023172924690415512009-10-25T03:45:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:41:46.836-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Here's some food...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3602317292469041551?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-66443470379082056512009-10-25T03:44:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:42:05.964-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope is all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6644347037908205651?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-21293038273661770362009-10-25T03:41:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:42:27.860-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">poetry's literacy's joker</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2129303827366177036?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-60776820467975415732009-10-25T03:39:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:42:45.000-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Vote just once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-6077682046797541573?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-40269919347043654412009-10-16T05:04:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:43:01.896-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Driving</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">he was told to drive</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">carefully, but the yellow</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">light told differently</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4026991934704365441?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-41154195138388846452009-10-13T04:23:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:43:18.855-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Starship Enterprise</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">starship enterprise,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">please take me to your captain,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">paid for the Ford Room....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4115419513838884645?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-45825969419197392042009-10-13T04:20:00.002-05:002009-12-27T04:17:33.803-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Organization</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">organizations</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">don't forsake organized bits</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">of same pertinence</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4582596941919739204?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-32944682795539701382009-10-13T04:18:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:43:50.353-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Outer space</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">outer space, beyond</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">one's own imagination,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">belies creation</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3294468279553970138?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-21119101237844666212009-10-13T04:14:00.002-05:002010-03-22T01:18:27.356-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Starships</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Visions of greatness,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">starships among galaxies</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">bring home the bacon.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2111910123784466621?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-6805643283883142712009-10-13T04:11:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:44:42.182-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Life</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Ingratiate me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Satisfy my longing for</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">life. Sate my wonder! </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-680564328388314271?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-52947137623675422892009-10-13T04:08:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:44:58.420-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Why war?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">fear! my friend, always</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">afraid of what the other</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">will, or will not, do</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5294713762367542289?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-49184290407095979032009-10-11T02:02:00.002-05:002009-12-27T04:25:34.577-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Studying</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">mentally alert,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">mindfully meddling in crash</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">course mentalities</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-4918429040709597903?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-967384297632825202009-10-11T01:54:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:45:29.928-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Converting</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">converting my ears--</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to the sounds of wind and rain--</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a car's open roof.....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-96738429763282520?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-2082812024385314212009-10-11T01:52:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:45:49.218-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Pirates</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">whoa! what happened here??</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"we attacked the wrong ship, sir"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Sir? I'm a pirate!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-208281202438531421?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-14673073322551044722009-10-11T01:48:00.003-05:002010-03-23T00:28:14.822-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Kite</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">atop the trees, might</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">makes the sight of come what's flight,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">a kite takes a light</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1467307332255104472?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-51370221086009506012009-10-11T01:45:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:46:35.543-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Mother Earth</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">With the smell of rain,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">comes a tight pain in the joints....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Mother Earth nurse me!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-5137022108600950601?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-16149826098153134652009-10-11T01:43:00.002-05:002009-11-18T00:49:57.502-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Rain</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">starlight, starbright, last</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">star I see tonight, because</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">it's going to rain!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-1614982609815313465?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-80362482436335364972009-10-11T01:42:00.002-05:002009-12-27T03:52:57.316-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Grounds</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">coffee makes a start!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">yeah, right. how do you figure?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">it's from the ground up!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8036248243633536497?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-25914022516143755842009-10-11T01:34:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:47:54.751-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Beacons</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">distant in the night,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">far, far away glows reasoned</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">beacons in the stars</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2591402251614375584?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-86890783036066946602009-10-11T01:30:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:48:11.344-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Spider</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">eight-legged spider</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">crawling, crawling, crawling on,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">see her appalling</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-8689078303606694660?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-25188228544446663742009-10-11T01:28:00.002-05:002010-03-26T00:09:58.936-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Pokin' around</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">pokin' around, not</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">knowin' where to go, except</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">to easiest slide...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2518822854444666374?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-25442210759504132662009-10-06T09:38:00.001-05:002009-11-08T00:48:41.849-06:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Tip</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Pittance in the pot pleases pertinence.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-2544221075950413266?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069166606559672237.post-31941056298277245982009-10-05T00:53:00.002-05:002010-03-26T00:13:31.423-05:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Drunk</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">by David Weller, OSL</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"My friends! My friends... I</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">just want to say, life is good,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">but death are those keys."</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3069166606559672237-3194105629827724598?l=blockbusterpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Wellerhttps://profiles.google.com/113982263744790661038noreply@blogger.com0