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Carry On Tuesday #19

This week our prompt is a complete quotation from the Nobel Literary prize winner Albert Camus

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Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

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Pick whichever piece of it you wish and use it within your poem or prose. Then leave the url of your post (not of your blog) with Mister Linky and a comment

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To read more about Albert Camus and to view more of his quotations CLICK HERE

Written for and posted to Carry On Tuesday. Have you tried it yet?

Here's mine:

REGULAR GUY

He walks like a woman

when he waddles across the road

and he points and he pirouettes

and he tries to forget

that he’s still in the closet

and he’s not coming out yet

don’t walk behind him if you

really want to be his friend

but he pouts and powders his nose

and shares his sister’s clothes

and he stops the traffic when

he walks up the frog ‘n’ toad

he’s up and he’s up and he’s high

like the moon in the sky

and he thinks that no one knows

that he’s no regular guy.

But I’ve been told that he talks

like a woman from the street

he walks like a woman

when he waddles across the road

and he points and he pirouettes

and he tries to forget

that he’s still in the closet

and he’s not coming out yet

don’t walk behind him if you

really want to be his friend

but he pouts and powders his nose

and shares his sister’s clothes

and he stops the traffic when

he walks up the frog ‘n’ toad.

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Written for and posted to Carry On Tuesday. Have you tried it yet?

The words this week at 3WW are:
Hanky, Thick, and Drift.
Here's mine:

Hanky Panky day?
He was more naive than thick
IF YOU GET MY DRIFT
He was more naive than thick
Hanky Panky day!
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And posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Tuesday Moody!

TELEPATHICALLY
He sends two men up in a basket that is attached to a balloon. From their Vantage point, high up in the sky, they can report back to him. 'A steel hulled warship is on their tail,' they tell him telepathically.
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Posted to The American Sandwich game..
and to Gobsplot,Blogspot.Com
and Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Three Word Wednesday CLIII

Written for 3WW
The words this week are:
Glare, Luster, and Threat.

Here's mine:

Slug the rear rattle, is an anagram of this weeks three little words.

TAKING THE AITCH
With a regal glare he stared at a bottle of lager, and he said. "I know not what luster means, but it is an anagram of Ulster. Also, you can give yourself a treat, by taking the aitch out of threat".
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Posted to The American Sandwich game.. Have you tried it yet?

Slug the rear rattle
which is an anagram of
GLARE LUSTER + THREAT
which is an anagram of
Shatter gruel alert!
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Cheers for Tuesday!

SEPTEMBER BLUES
When will she come back, will she, won't she come back home, winter's nearly here. With only winter to look forward to now, she starts to feel depressed. As the summer green leaves start to fall, she fears the autumn of her life.
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Will she come
Will she won't she come
SEPTEMBER
Come she won't she will
Come she will.
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge? and The American Sandwich game..

Three Word Wednesday CLII

Written for 3WW
The words this week are:
Fracture, Noise, and Vanish.

Here's mine:

WISHFUL THINKING
Oh, if only you could make a fracture vanish, by making a noise. Why, you'd just break a leg, pour out the coco pops, and say, 'that's that then'. In real life, you get the fracture, make the noise and it doesn't vanish.
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Posted to The American Sandwich game..

Break a leg
Snap, crackle + pop
Where's she gone?
FRACTURE NOISE VANISH
Where's she gone?
Snap, crackle + pop
Break a leg.
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge? Have you tried it yet??

Happy Tuesday! and all that jazz...

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 a couple of samples:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Happy Birthday Elvis Costello, Sean Connery, and Jeff Tweedy. Also to Billy Ray Cyrus, Grandmaster Gareth, and Rob Halford. Not forgetting, Claudia Schiffer, Martin Amis, and Tim Burton.

You can clink the links in my sidebar to lots of people born today.You'll find Matt Aitken, Ronald Waterreus, Gene Simmons, and a few more. And of course, if it's YOUR BIRTHDAY today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you too!
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Here's a little thing I wrote this morning:

Timeless day
Timeless as before
SUMMER CALLS
Timeless as before
Timeless day
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And posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Have you tried it yet??

Three Word Wednesday CLI

Written for 3WW.
The words this week are:
Decay, Graceful, and Riot.

Here's mine:

PROLETARIAT? PERHAPS!
Decay and revolution, as graceful as a starvation riot. The proletariat storm The Bastille, hoping for a crust of bread. Polishing her nails, she dismisses them, "give them cake, to eat," she says.
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Decay, starvation
Revolution and riot
GRACEFUL SO GRACEFUL
Riot and revolution
Starvation, decay
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge? Have you tried it yet?

Three Word Wednesday CXLIX

Written for 3WW CXLIX
The words this week are
Accentuate, glamour, and pitch.

Here's mine:

DAVID BECKHAM
In his heyday he was arguably the best passer of the ball.
He was able to accentuate the glamour on and off the pitch.
But with all that money, how could he remain hungry enough to score?
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Posted to The American Sandwich game.

Becks pecs beer balls brawls
Glamour on and off the pitch
ACCENTUATE IT
Glamour on and off the pitch
Becks pecs beer balls brawls
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Have you taken the NaiSaiKu Challenge? yet???

3 Word Wednesday CXLVII

Written for 3WW
The words this week are:
Cradle, Perfect, and Snare.

Here's mine:

VOODOO DOLL
"Oh, what a perfect day!" she exclaimed, opening the bedroom curtains. She rocked the cradle so violently that even the voodoo doll screamed. Picking it up, she stuffed its head between the springs under the snare drum.
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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...

Tuesday Challenge!!

Like a bomb ticking, like a heart beating, time is about to erupt.

Like a heart beating
time is about to erupt
Like a bomb ticking

Like a heart beating
Time is about to erupt
LIKE A BOMB TICKING
About to erupt, time is
like a heart beating
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and Monday Poetry Train Revisited.
Spread the word!!

TOP prompt: : Blinking Lights

Written for Totally Optional Prompts

SPACE JUNK

Walking on the sands towards the sea

the moon waxing or waning

stars flashing like blinking lights

a shooting star, drops behind the horizon.

Walking back, the shooting star returns,

pointing up into the sky above us.

Completes the circle of the earth,

then falls out of the sky.

Shining like silver, it lands on the beach,

we run towards it, what else can we do?

A little girl picks it up, shakes it,

throws it back down, ‘Space Junk,’ she says.

It looks like a bicycle lamp to me

and there are little letters stamped on it

that make words that say:

Made in Hong Kong.

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Three Word Wednesday CXLVI

Written for 3WW
The words this week are:
Drip, Hypnotic, and Sulk.

Here's mine:

She was as hypnotic as a narcotic drip, he'll sulk when she's gone.

Hypnotic washers
never sulk over spilt milk,
wash, rinse, and drip dry.

Chino's pulp dry kit
could be an anagram of:
HYPNOTIC SULK DRIP
could be an anagram of:
Chino's pulp dry kit
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Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge? Have you tried it yet?

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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.

Here's one inspired by Stan Ski's NaiSaiKu:

JAMAICA STREET BY BUS
I took the seventy seven bus to one five four Jamaica street. It cost three hundred and eight Zloty, which is about sixty two pounds. I could have flown there cheaper, on flight one five four seventy seven.
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Clink THIS link to play!

Three Word Wednesday CXLV

Written for 3WW
the words this week are:
Gloom, Kneel, and Transparent.

Here's mine:

I kneel in the road, transparent as a squashed frog in the morning gloom.

JUST A GAME
Even though Gloom is just a game, rabid flesh eating mice can still bite. He played another transparent card, hoping that this would be the end. I'll know I've won, when I see her kneel at her wedding, he tells himself.
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Transparent pollen
Gloom smells worse than rotten eggs
kneel down Pokemon
POCKET MONSTER ANIME
Kneel down Pokemon
Gloom smells worse than rotten eggs
transparent pollen
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Posted to The American sandwich game and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

TOP PROMPT

SUMMERTIME BLUES
Hi everybody, sorry I've not been able to post much lately, I'm blaming the weather of course. The truth is that it's too hot in Manchester at the minute. And even when it rains, as it has this morning, it's still so stuffy. Anyway, enough of the complaining, what's on the menu today?

Here's a little something I wrote during the week:

DANCE THE

MOOD AWAY

no it’s not

that I ain’t got

nobody to talk to,

‘cos you know

that I got you.

it’s just that

I ain’t got

a lot to say.

I’d rather throw

another record on

my turntable, and

let the music play.

don’t go feelin’ blue

but if you do do

spin a disc or two

then go like this, and

dance the mood away

that’s why they do it

on the radio

about a million

zillion times a day

don’t need no

fancy Wurlitzer

duke box

no you don’t

need no

superstar deejay

just a gramophone

and some forty-fives

and a ra-ra skirt

if you wanna flirt

and a dance or two

that we both can do...

Chorus

Then repeat from top

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pOSTED TO tOTALLY oPTIONAL pROMPTS

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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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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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?

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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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 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

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.

Go on, take a bite, I know you want 2!

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