a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label Play it again. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Play it again. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Break Dancing Haiku


Dancing Celestial
India (Uttar Pradesh) early 12th century
Sandstone

break dancing unknown
during creation of form
literally born

The challenge today was a Play It Again, Toads at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.  This Haiku popped when I saw the picture from the prompt page so I'm trying to fit it into challenge three.  That's a stretch but here's my mind's path, broken dancer, break dancing, fits with music...so Challenge Three.  My twisted humor may be showing.  Thanks for the fun.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Black-Billed Magpie

painting by Rubens Peale
 A prompt from Magpie Tales


To the bird there is only now
in the moment is how he flies
he watched from the sill
the sumptuous repast of man
the man was called away
a simple hop became
a feast for the magpie

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Play It Again, Toads.  I've chosen Brudberg's Time Travel.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Leopard Frog In Seven Lines

Trying Kelly's challenge of the seven line stanza
with syllable count
Please keep in mind I have to practice to improve.
Thanks.
Leopard frog is amphibious 
His spots and stripes help him hide
lives outside
In spring he likes to sing
calling for his bride
his natural coloring
postpones his dying

Monday, January 26, 2015

Twitter Poem With Mama Zen

Celebrating number thirteen Play It Again with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads   I chose to repeat the challenge by Mama Zen to create some Twitter poetry limited to 140 characters total.  I didn't get the stanzas correct but I think I have it exactly by pulling my bits and pieces of thoughts on paper hoping they make sense.  This was fun!!!

Tigers wild
Tigers tame
Tigers gone
Who's to blame?

Wrapped in night
Orion flew
To rescue us
From ourselves

Awakened
Covered
With cobwebs
And regrets

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Retrospect

The smoke rose lazily
Entwining with more above
Almost sensually
To lay on the ceiling

Eyes held eyes hands held butts
Smoking was romantic
Bogie, Bronson, Marvin
held lighters and romance

All gone cigarettes kill
No one says, "Play it a-
gain, Sam" anymore. Farewell
to legends

Is there a triple dactyl? Trying my hand with a different poetry style at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

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