Have you tried it yet?
Slippery fish
flounders on the floor
SQUIRTING BLOOD
and the floor found her
fishy slip
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flounders on the floor
SQUIRTING BLOOD
and the floor found her
fishy slip
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Slippery as a fish...
The American Sandwich game...
Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.
Take a bite...
Here's mine:
SLIPPERY
Lean a little to the left, dress to the right, sit up, sit straight, sit tight.
Make of this what you will, but she knows that life can be a bitter pill.
Slippery as a fish, I can’t hold her, her head bounces on the floor.
Friday, June 26, 2009
ReadWritePoem #80
Written for readwritepoem prompt#80
I couldn’t tell you
that I didn’t tell her
what you told me to say.
I just hid it away
in my bottom drawer
till the lid fell off
and it started to smell.
At first I could only smell it
when I opened the drawer,
so I used to open and close it
quickly, and never looked inside,
‘cause it would have taken too long.
That’s why I didn’t know that
the flies liked the smell, and that
maggots were crawling all over
the bit that had spilled.
In fact I didn’t find out until
everybody else did, the day that
Smickford broke my six inch
ruler, in the inkwell on the
top of my desk, when he tried
to use it to flick a piece of chalk
at Jugghead while his back was turned.
But of course the whole thing
backfired, when the daft ruler
snapped and my desk toppled over.
And the jar of chutney
that I bought from the Bring and Buy sale,
with the pennies that I stole out of your purse,
rolled out onto the floor.
And it was too late
to tell him that I couldn’t
tell you that I didn’t
tell her, that you told
me to say, sorry!
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SORRY!
I couldn’t tell you
that I didn’t tell her
what you told me to say.
I just hid it away
in my bottom drawer
till the lid fell off
and it started to smell.
At first I could only smell it
when I opened the drawer,
so I used to open and close it
quickly, and never looked inside,
‘cause it would have taken too long.
That’s why I didn’t know that
the flies liked the smell, and that
maggots were crawling all over
the bit that had spilled.
In fact I didn’t find out until
everybody else did, the day that
Smickford broke my six inch
ruler, in the inkwell on the
top of my desk, when he tried
to use it to flick a piece of chalk
at Jugghead while his back was turned.
But of course the whole thing
backfired, when the daft ruler
snapped and my desk toppled over.
And the jar of chutney
that I bought from the Bring and Buy sale,
with the pennies that I stole out of your purse,
rolled out onto the floor.
And it was too late
to tell him that I couldn’t
tell you that I didn’t
tell her, that you told
me to say, sorry!
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Three Word Wednesday CXLIII
Written for 3WW CXLIII
the words this week are:
Fickle, Sparkle, and Wrinkle.
Here's mine:
Monday morning chores
Fickle, sparkle, wrinkle free
Washing machine blues
NO MADAME
With a sparkle in her eye, she told him that she was still a virgin. Without batting an eyelid, the fickle man was sucked into her web. But later he found that the wrinkle free mademoiselle, was no Madame.
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Her wrinkle free face
and a sparkle in her eye
LOVE IS SO FICKLE
a sparkle in her eye and
her wrinkle free face
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And posted to The American Sandwich game and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
the words this week are:
Fickle, Sparkle, and Wrinkle.
Here's mine:
Monday morning chores
Fickle, sparkle, wrinkle free
Washing machine blues
NO MADAME
With a sparkle in her eye, she told him that she was still a virgin. Without batting an eyelid, the fickle man was sucked into her web. But later he found that the wrinkle free mademoiselle, was no Madame.
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Her wrinkle free face
and a sparkle in her eye
LOVE IS SO FICKLE
a sparkle in her eye and
her wrinkle free face
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And posted to The American Sandwich game and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
TOP prompt: Abecedarian
Written for and inspired by
Linda's Abecedee thingy
at Totally Optional Prompts
and posted to
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Here's mines:
Linda's Abecedee thingy
at Totally Optional Prompts
and posted to
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Here's mines:
FROM AICHE TO OUCH
...water, water on the brain
will it won’t it, will it rain?
from aiche to ouch to h2o
I jump and kick + lunge
in-between the drips an' drops
the splish un splash of white
on black or ebony on ivory
the domino, that punches me...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Three Word Wednesday CXLII
Written for 3WW
the words this week are:
Arresting, Rhythmic, and Wicked.
Here's mines:
Arresting
wicked rhythmic beat
fills the air
Arresting the kid, the cop tapped his feet to the wicked rhythmic beat.
VOODOO DRUMS
With a wicked smile on her face, she stuck a needle into the doll. The arresting officer, called for a SWAT team to help drag her out. She was intoxicated by the rhythmic beat of the Voodoo drums.
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Also posted to The American Sandwich game..
and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Have you tried them yet?
Finally, just in case you missed my cryptic 3WW last week, clink~the~link~HERE
the words this week are:
Arresting, Rhythmic, and Wicked.
Here's mines:
Arresting
wicked rhythmic beat
fills the air
Arresting the kid, the cop tapped his feet to the wicked rhythmic beat.
VOODOO DRUMS
With a wicked smile on her face, she stuck a needle into the doll. The arresting officer, called for a SWAT team to help drag her out. She was intoxicated by the rhythmic beat of the Voodoo drums.
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More wet than wicked
who's arresting who, these days
MORE RHYTHMIC THAN RHYME
who's arresting who, these days
more wet than wicked
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who's arresting who, these days
MORE RHYTHMIC THAN RHYME
who's arresting who, these days
more wet than wicked
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Also posted to The American Sandwich game..
and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Have you tried them yet?
Finally, just in case you missed my cryptic 3WW last week, clink~the~link~HERE
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tuesday Challenge!!
THE BIG 70
Thinking about all the wasted years of driving that station wagon. He rides to the senior citizens bowling green, on his bicycle. Just like sixty years ago, when he used to ride to school everyday.
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and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Thinking about all the wasted years of driving that station wagon. He rides to the senior citizens bowling green, on his bicycle. Just like sixty years ago, when he used to ride to school everyday.
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Were we picked like fruit
did we choose to be chosen?
IN THE BEGINNING
We did choose to be chosen
we were picked like fruit!
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Posted to The American Sandwich game..and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Three Word Wednesday CXLI
Posted to The American Sandwich game.
Written for 3WW CXLI
the words this week are:
Dangerous, Keepsake, and Restless.
Here's mine:
POPINCOURT 75011
'Don't eat cake, unless there's no bread left', these restless thoughts run through my head. Velorution, Parisian style, dangerous as a Velib bike. But, hardly a keepsake of the Escargot, in this Arrondissement.
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Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Written for 3WW CXLI
the words this week are:
Dangerous, Keepsake, and Restless.
Here's mine:
POPINCOURT 75011
'Don't eat cake, unless there's no bread left', these restless thoughts run through my head. Velorution, Parisian style, dangerous as a Velib bike. But, hardly a keepsake of the Escargot, in this Arrondissement.
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The American Sandwich ggaammee... Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Written for The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Have you tried it yet?
Not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
Notre Dame, silly
Have you tried it yet?
Not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
Notre Dame, silly
Not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
NOTRE DAME, SILLY
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
NOTRE DAME, SILLY
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
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Notre Dame, silly
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Written for and posted to
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Don't forget the Tuesday Challenge? and The American Sandwich game..
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
BLUE
LADY
blue lady
blue lamp
blue light
blue cloud
blue moon
blue night
blue shoes
blue nose
blue toes
blue you
blue me
blue who
blue baby
blue blood
blue plight
blue cheese
blue coffee
blue wine
blue movie
blue book
blue mood
blue money
blue face
blue rinse
blue suit
blue shirt
blue tie
blue berry
blue fruit
blue phew!
Don't forget the Tuesday Challenge? and The American Sandwich game..
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Three Word Wednesday
Written for Three Word Wednesday
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and The American Sandwich game.
The words at 3WW this week are:
BIG (before I go) here's the link to the song lyric I wrote for Cliff: Never No no
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and The American Sandwich game.
The words at 3WW this week are:
Folly, hostile, ordinary.
Hostile gargoyles on the otherwise ordinary looking folly.
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The hostile gargoyles
Defenders of the folly
Ordinary day
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The hostile gargoyles
Defenders of the folly
ORDINARY DAY
Defenders of the folly
The hostile gargoyles
CLEAN SWEEP
Built in the nineteenth century, the folly had stood the test of
time. However, the new owners didn’t like the hostile looking
gargoyles. Demolishing it, they replaced it, with something
quite ordinary.
BIG (before I go) here's the link to the song lyric I wrote for Cliff: Never No no
Monday, June 01, 2009
Likkle Rhymin' Fingy
Posted to readwritepoem
Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and Only The Good Friday
and at Carry On Tuesday #3
What seems is not always as it seems
and the following likkle rhymin' fingy
is a case in point. It is in fact the song
lyrics I wrote for Sir Cliff Richard, who
still needs a number one hit in the UK
charts this year, to continue his record
of a number one hit in every decade, for
six decades.
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and Only The Good Friday
and at Carry On Tuesday #3
What seems is not always as it seems
and the following likkle rhymin' fingy
is a case in point. It is in fact the song
lyrics I wrote for Sir Cliff Richard, who
still needs a number one hit in the UK
charts this year, to continue his record
of a number one hit in every decade, for
six decades.
GOODBYE NO NO
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
My love affair with you
ain’t over yet
It seems like yesterday
when we first said hello,
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
I sing this song for you
to let you know
that you are my number one
I won’t let you go
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
Never never, say
never ever, though
Cos who knows what tomorrow
may bring don’t you know
Repeat
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