Two years ago for my birthday I wrote a list of my favorite poems I have written over the years. This year I decided to compile a list of favorite poetic scraps (ideas). After awhile I realized I had more than 36 favorites, so I decided to go to 36j. I stopped at “J” because it represents my monogram.

1. If I knew life would keep me on my toes, I would have kept my slippers!

2. Words can stain a heart.
3. Shooting the breeze with the falling leaves.
4. Breathe: Ballad of existence.
5. Perception is Deception!
6. I need no knight to slay my dragons.
7. My colors spill onto these lines.
8. Yesterdays are the lakes that pour into the seas of today.
9. Moments of Porcelain
10. Trampled Dreams.
11. Manufactured backwash in the Rouge.
12. Away with the day, I swept.
13. Condensation forms on my cheeks.
14. Geyser of light
15. The brain’s a persuasive organ…Thinketh!
16. …Quiver provokes a wind.
17. The breeze: Nature’s A/C carrier.
18. Press your words onto my heart.
19. Stripes of unity.
20. Life (as/is) a waiting room.
21. The composition of my mind has been arranged in the way,I desire.
22. Ease the vibration of these nerves.
23. Autumnal rainbow
24. Organization tames the day.
25. Nostalgia is a natural intoxicant.
26. Has your interest stopped acruing!?
27. Week: An archipelago of days.
28. Congested heart, Congested Mind.
29. A heart must master the beat of one, before it can harmonize tunes of two…A duet! (edited)
30. Heart on vibrate.
31. The pulse of life knows no pause, when it stops, it’s eternal.
32. Some days I’m my own riddle, unsolved at dusk.
33. Decaying appeal.
34. My pieces should be on their best grammatical behavior….
35. The past lies in conclusion….The present situated in introduction. A new day. (edited)
36. Conciousness slips into narration.
**Momentus Poetics**
36a. My mind has no vacancy.
36b. I reside in my notebooks.
36c. My verses tattle on my heart!
36d. I write wherever the current carries my pen.
36e. Ripping the seam that has kept my lips sealed.
36f. Summer hangover: the sun’s ale.
36g. A Scribe’s Flesh/Fluent in Ink.
36h. In between states, their border runs through me.
36i. The surface doesn’t always reflect its depths.
36j. My soul is my inkwell, verses bleeding from my eyes.