Poetry in LA

Vinton Ferguson pulls into the Richmond, Virginia area rest stop in his faithful royal blue Ford pickup truck. He hadn't been late to work in over 40 years. He finds an abandoned car in the parking lot only to be shocked at what he finds inside. Julia Wells and her sidekick assistant Roger gets t...

“Make it Years aka 8 Seconds”

Ads on walls or social media for beginners one painted with care one typed and shared in the air oh how easily we post with so little care not to mention words on walls don’t disappear Copyright 2019 LB Sedlacek #adsonwalls #ads #words #advertising #poems #poetry #...

Fishing is like poetry in a way – there’s a lot of waiting and observing and there’s a lot to tell about later whether it be true or made up. When I was a kid I fished. We used bamboo poles we made using bamboo from our back yard. We used bread crumbs for bait. Eventually I got a real fishing pol...

Full Moon Non-Ballad.

How to break the Moon in pieces with a hammer over heart how to break the nights into pieces with a fist over eyes how to break the mountainside into a chain of history victorious spectators as lives unfold in pieces your place your grip is fleeting as fast as the Moon ham...

Where tractors are transportation and the roosters run free that’s our location close to the mountains and not too far from the sea join us for fun and sights and if you love it (like we do) you’ll stay here for life! Copyright LB Sedlacek 2019 #lbsedlacekpoet #onlyinlanc #poetry #poemsofinstagra...

Moon Over Mulberry

so it’s hard to capture a picture of the moon by chance by circumstance but as luck would have it walking around uptown (downtown) at night there it is above the drug store no glorious moonlit walks by the lake no one serenading in the square but there you are anyway lighting...

Sky at the ballpark sunset night melting into metal clanging swings or strikes coaches yelling refs counting strikes the announcer calls names through a tinny speaker then there’s the popcorn crunching oh that tempting smell overriding the scent of that brown dirt earth bases loaded clapping and ...

When the Shaman moves the clouds light up with the Sun dipping and swimming in the sky your laughter your tears your grumble grumblings all bounce from brick to sidewalk to frozen dreams to thawing whispers soaring high in the air to sleep in impending moonlight.

Copyright LB Sedlacek 2019

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