WORD SLAW

Mar 1, 2014

A Final Thanks

Thanks to all the writers and readers, but Word Slaw is officially closed.
However, posts will remain up and ready to be read anytime.
Thanks again for visiting, and write on!

Jan 29, 2014

Doubt

By Kevin Lee Benson

Every now and then I get sick
And its not a flu or cold.
It is my head.
Full of fear and
Doubt that overpowers confidence.
I am left stumbling, blind.
Where is the light?
I will see it. In time.
Let me stumble
Across
Inspiration.
Somewhere strength hides.
I will find it
But the cure never lasts.

Batch Party, GBiHOz

Batch Party

by GBiHoz

East coast, mid west
Boston, south
See those kids less often now.
Gotta get together,
Gonna laugh like clowns.
3 bros, hit spiffs, hold it down

Jan 6, 2014

Seven Years

WOW!

Word Slaw has entered its 7th year of lexis without reason.

Thanks to all who have visited, submitted, read and pondered.

Here's to Seven More!

[Cheers]

Nov 13, 2013

Lift, F. Westergard

Lift
by Fred Westergard

Find a thought that draws a smile
Find a picture of yourself
When you were confident
When you found the world
Why did you believe?
That power is still there
Inside you
Find it
And hold it
Don't fart
Ignore what your butt tells you
Now go

Remember, K. Dery

Remember
by Kate Dery

Memories that last for decades, the ones we don't even know why we remember. Maybe from early childhood or during a terrible crisis. A stumbling adolescence or pride pinnacle. Finding an old photograph. Those memories take us places we can't explain. They are undefined. Those memories are heaven and hell.

Try, G.Jacobs

Try
by Gabe Jacobs

Ignore your dreams
And lose your soul
Never feel
Then keep sleeping
Stand up
Or drown
Fall down
Then keep crawling

Oct 31, 2013

Go Sox, E.N. England

Go Sox!

By Everyone in New England

Go Sox!
Yay! Yes.
We won!
We are number one!
Pedy! Papi! We did it!
We are the best!
Boston Strong!
3 Series in 10 year! 8 championships in Boston since '02!
We are the best!
You don't like it? Shut up!
Go Sox!

Treat, K. Lester

Treat

By Keith Lester

My doorbell keeps ringing
I'm almost out of candy
I bought extra because I wanted to eat some myself
But these damn kids keep showing up
Forget them
I'm done answering my door
I don't like their costumes anyway
Wearing your hockey uniform is not a costume
And if you don't believe in Santa, you are too old for this
I can celebrate too
By turning off my lights and hiding in the basement
I'm tearing into a peanut butter cup
So good

History-or-Treat, R. Standley

History-or-Treat

By Ryan Standley

Trick-or-treating in America originates with the Fantastics, a bunch of dirt-poor, drunken, cross-dressing hooligans who paraded behind the last of the retreating British troops after the Revolutionary War. Their parading continued annually on Thanksgiving.

The Fantastics strutted through towns all over the east coast, begged at wealthy homes and businesses, harassed women and shouted political propaganda.

Bringing up the rear of a Fantastics’ parade, were a group of children known as Ragamuffins. Ragamuffins dressed in costumes, carried baskets, begged from door to door, assaulted the property of those less giving.

Soon city officials feared the youth were being corrupted. Trick-or-treating was displaced to Halloween, so group leaders could accentuate the religious, puritan folklore of Thanksgiving. Child welfare committees formed rival clubs, offered alternative parades, and promoted a new Thanksgiving custom… football. By 1910 the Fantastics movement lost popularity and disappeared, while one Ragamuffin tradition holds strong.

Sep 3, 2013

Deck, G.Roush

Deck

By Georgina Roush

My husband takes weeks to fix the porch
He removes one board at a time
It's dangerous walking down of course
And the mailman doesn't speak kind
But he drills and hammers and screws the porch
And he saws and he paints and he primes
It's nice that he cares to keep up the porch
But I think he should focus on me of course
Because he is the muse of mine

Balloon, M. Kreas

Balloon

By Melvin Kreas

last weekend, a beautiful late summer day, I was outside just tooling around in the yard with my toddler son. my son rushed over to me suddenly laughing and carrying a bouquet of helium balloons. "Where did these come from?" I asked. my son just grinned and punched the balloons. there were three balloons. they were blue and black and one said Happy 60th Birthday. the other two said Happy 30th. I laughed along with my son. these balloons had escaped some birthday party. maybe from miles away. but they decided to find us here. I couldn't just throw them in the garbage. I cut their ribbons off and they were light enough to fly high again. and they disappeared over the horizon. maybe returning home to their party. "Bye Bye!" my son waved at the balloons.

Busy Heavens, P. Louten

Busy Heavens

By Paul Louten

A fly buzzes by my ear
The screen is broken
What is he flying around
Looking for food?
For a way out?
He's so busy
And loud
If his wings bother my ears
He must be completely deaf
But he keeps buzzing
He's so busy

Aug 8, 2013

The Rabbit, T. Gordon

The Rabbit

By Tina Gordon

There is a little old porcelain statue of a white rabbit that sits on my windowsill and stares at me when I am trying to write. "What are you looking at, bunny?" I ask. And the rabbit says,"You! It's you I'm looking at, you numbskull! Why don't you turn me around so I can look out the window instead of staring at your dumb ass?" I laugh and say, "Sucks to be a statue, huh?" And then I go back to my writing in triumph,"Ha, ha! I am in control of something!"

Sunset, H. Nand

Sunset

By Henry Nand

With August breeze I feel a sense of change that's coming through,
The warm hot days are closing and there's nothing we can do.
Hit the beach one more time,
Take the sun in while you can.
Cause pretty soon the leaves will fall,
And you will lose your tan.
You've worked on it all summer but don't worry, winter's short.
Pretty soon the snow will melt, baseball will be the sport.
And then we open up into the heat just like before.
The season change. The simple things,
Are what I do adore.

Oh Please, B.Rotten

Oh Please

by Big Rotten

Give me a break
You call this a blog?
This is all a bunch of crap
That's right you heard me, crap.
And you call this a poem?
I sure don't.
This is crap too.
It's all crap.
That's all it is.
Seriously.

Jul 31, 2013

Endless Summer, B. Keset

Endless Summer

By Bradley Keset

There are only so many days of summer
That's good
There are 365 days in the year
And if they were all summer there would be too much tourism
People would keep asking me to by stuff when I walked by their storefronts
Price tags would not exist
Seedless watermelon would not exist
We'd make stuff but the big money would go elsewhere
Summer isn't forever
Instead we prosper

Blurred Lines, M.Nance

Blurred Lines

By Michelle Nance

Have you seen the video for this record? My goodness! Bunch of girls walking around naked and flopping their boobs around. It's ridiculous, sexist, softly pornographic. But damn that is a catchy tune. Hit replay, please. Thanks.