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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Flounders!

Written for and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Have you tried it yet?

Slippery fish
flounders on the floor
SQUIRTING BLOOD
and the floor found her
fishy slip
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Slippery as a fish...


The American Sandwich game...
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.


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.

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Friday, June 26, 2009

ReadWritePoem #80

Written for readwritepoem prompt#80

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?

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:

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...

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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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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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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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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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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

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

Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Written for and posted to
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!

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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:

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

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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.

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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.



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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