This was written for a Writer’s Island prompt, “Questionable” and was inspired by this post on the Diva Muse’s blog about the term MILF. Enjoy.
-Nicole
Why
is female
sexuality a division, Continue reading
This was written for a Writer’s Island prompt, “Questionable” and was inspired by this post on the Diva Muse’s blog about the term MILF. Enjoy.
-Nicole
Why
is female
sexuality a division, Continue reading
This was written for two of this week’s Writer’s Island prompts (Coercion and Awakening) and was inspired by this post on The Diva Muse’s Blog (allthingsbootylicious.com) as well as experiences from my own adolescence. I wrote this in a hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Roses
don’t open
before their time; Continue reading
I wrap myself in the blanket
of verbal confrontations
streamed in electrical data pulses
on parallel fiber optic highways
fiber optic bright burning data lights
on a blue-black background blanket
words exploding and shooting
like stars
I grab them in my hands
to examine them for later use
to line up side by side with other stars
to form a galaxy of debate
swirling in the human cosmos
I may crash and burn
but I’ve enjoy the ride
as I learn
what the universe of human thought
is made of
Written 6/21/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This was a prompt poem written in response to One Simple Impression’s prompt this week on pets. Instead of a haiku, though, I ended up with a triple sonnet using the rhyme scheme I accidentally invented yesterday (yes, I am going to call it a Nicholsonian sonnet – it’s a takeoff of the Spenserian sonnet form). So here it is. Enjoy.
-Nicole
Long ago in Nippon, I, sitting, waved
a sword at a landlord of great wealth
and caused him to approach me; thus I saved
him from a lightning strike. The man himself Continue reading
This poem comes from prompt #9 on Scott Wood’s journal – “Write a poem about the worst advice you ever got”. This is the result – a chained hay(na)ku about some bad advice my aunt (yes, the notorious one, for those who know) gave me in high school. Implied and unspoken advice, no less. Anyway, enjoy.
-Nicole
The
worst advice
I ever received
was
to let
the man make
the
first move;
in other words, Continue reading
When poets get angry, they write. I suggest you read this and this to understand the following.
-Nicole
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in the animal kingdom it’s not uncommon
to seen bared teeth and sharpened claws
in the brief pause
before the pack kills a weaker member
it seems that we humans
instead of killing a weaker member
simply dismember
him by voting him out of our pack
then we wipe our consciences clean
with a foul
filthy towel
assuaging ourselves with excuses and lies –
disgusting -
and we have little playground boys and girls
standing spiritually stark naked
stripped of dignity
holding the expired end of a match
after being burned by
vicious fires of hatred
now ain’t this just grand
twenty-first century progress
we are so advanced and sophisticated
that instead of ripping little children to shreds
leaving them with raw wounds that never close
now we can simply vote them out of class
Written 5/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This is a poetic response (though kind of like slant rhyme, I’d call this a slant response, since it’s more of a take on the idea of obsession) to “Naked Echo” by David Pitchford. I also suggest checking out “Deep Rooted Want” written by Mother2Rah.
-Nicole
To watch is to want, and
To want beyond the heart’s
Boundaries becomes murder
As you rain covetous concupiscence
Upon the object of your desire Continue reading
(Inspired by this post from the Blog of superdivalicious…)
Trust the antenna wires
Inside you,
Picking up the good and evil
Around you, Continue reading
This poem is dedicated to everyone.
-Nicole
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Be strong;
Be healthy;
Be here.
Live not as mere margins
On history’s pages, Continue reading
For Pete’s sake, don’t take the title literally. Read in a bit further.
-Nicole
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Beg, borrow, or steal:
Somehow through living, you lose your soul
If mere survival’s your only goal. Continue reading
Body
Locked inside
My body
Slave to its desires
Its cravings
I can’t ignore it
Lest in the end
It ignores me
Written 4/30/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.