Poet for Hire

Full circle, still time to donate.

Never had the desire

to pursue fundraising.

Always have hated not having,

hate the idea of chasing

the $$ even more.

“Give me some $$ son,

give me some funds,”

Dislike it for any type of project.

It’s hard to get people to buy-in.

So I thought. But that’s what writing is about.

Do you buy my ideas?

Would you fund them, enjoy

them as much as the theater?

Poet for hire-

30 poems in 30 days

fucken set fire to my ass.

Sorry to be crass, this challenge

took me to class. Oops, I mean to school,

had to use all my tools:

Thank you-poem,

How to-poem,

Found-poem,

Personalized-poem,

This day in history-poem

Inspired by what I heard, witnessed, felt-poem

Revised some whack ass lines that were going nowhere- poem

I’m angry, saddened and moved by the injustices of the world- poem.

No cento poem, though.

Was inspired by Robert Frost, May Swenson,

Kay Ryan’s rhyme schemes and all the folks

of the 30/30 July team.

Not gonna lie, writing a poem a day

was rough, gave me flabby brains

not talking about bad head

just a good challenge of

my commitment, discipline

dislikes and cleverness. Picture a

confused messed at my desk.

Now I feel like a heroine

there wasn’t any dragon slaying,

but I’m about a lil bragging,

faced up “writer’s block”

know what I’m saying.

30 poems, correction, 

this confession is 31.

Give yourself a pat on the back,

you poetry aficionado

your “likes, shares and reposts” estan sellados

that means sealed, forever in this web.

31! 

Just call me Baskin Robin

basking in my variations

stealing inspiration from thin air.

So now I’m Robin Hood?

I don’t want bad karma

that’s why I share with you,

Tupelo Press, other writers,

friends, homies and lovers

only fair- you give my work air,

help it breath, keep it alive.