Ewe No A Lyre

Ok everyone, I recently became a member of a poetry “club” and today I decided to enter a contest sponsored by one of the members.
The title of the contest is “Only Homo’s Allowed”

Now before anyone gets off task allow me to elaborate…

The word homo is from the Greek word meaning same and according to Wikipedia a homophone is a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning, and may differ in spelling. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of “rise”), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too

Ok, here are the instructions:
“What I want is at least 10 lines or more
Any form is acceptable. But funny is always better
You must include as many Homophones as you can, If
buy chance you include a word that could have been a
Homophone and missed it, you will be N/A
There will be one first, second and third place only
Thank you and good Luck”

So here goes nothing…(let me know what you think)

Ewe No A Lyre

their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war

owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon
ore a mop wood bee totally due

won fine weak day mourn wile working
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys

his gnu fame was nice
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax

sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet

at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at
the goal

he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our

the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.

win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I

he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.

by Rochelle Harris

20 Claps of Thunder

20 Claps of Thunder

20 claps of thunder

19 kids are shouting

18 streets are flooding

17 lanes rerouting

16 lights are flashing

15 horns that blow

14 sirens wailing

13 weather men didn’t know

12 umbrellas going up

11 old ladies fall down

10 times zero yards mowed

   9 fender benders in town

   8  tornado watches

   7 cars skidding by

   6 people wearing raincoats

   5 birds in the sky

   4 baseball games cancelled

   3 little wet dogs barking

   2 trees blowing in the wind

   1 afternoon sky darkening

Senses

This form of poetry is known as Tanka. It’s a genre of classical Japanese poetry. Tanka poems consist of 5 lines with a total of 31 syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5/7/7. Have a look at the one I’ve written and let me know what you think.

Such Sensual Senses

Eyes for only you

Cologne goaded me so much

My breath caught each time we touched

Sounds of love galore

Should we ever kiss once more

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Today’s prompt: “…challenge you to write a landay. Landays are 22-syllable couplets, generally rhyming. The form comes from Afghanistan, where women often use it in verses that range from the sly and humorous to the deeply sardonic and melancholy.”

 

I cry for you nightly in my head.

         For I lie next to my husband in our wedding bed.

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Today’s challenge:  to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical.

 

Gott Go Gotta Go

hurry up Johnny

mom make him hurry please

he’s got me standing here

squeezing my knees

why’s he so slow

I gotta go

I’m doing the potty dance

oh my goodness

oh no

I think I peed my pants

message: when you gotta go, you gotta go

An Excerpt

This is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple of months ago. I gave it to several friends and family members and it received mixed reviews. I decided to share it here on our blog and on Facebook to see what kind of response I’d get. As you read it keep these two facts in mind:

  1. 1.  The brains behind Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns are NOT nestled inside the heads of crazy people
  2. 2.  A vivid (sometimes graphic) imagination is a terrible thing to allow to go un-exhibited

So back to the hallway… having done this many times before Kai and I have developed a method of what we refer to as “self-preservation” mode. It’s a simple technique in which we try not to get ourselves whacked by the crazies. The first thing I notice in the hallway is a large metal object covered in red paint; at least that’s what it looked like at first glance. As we stepped closer for a better look, we realized, almost simultaneously, that we were looking at a knight in not so shining armor! It appeared to be an original uniform from back in the knight in shining armor day. We were so busy examining our find that neither of us noticed the guillotine in the far corner until we noticed the rancid smell. Now, there is no disguising the smell of dead flesh, especially flesh that has been left dead, un-refrigerated and unembalmed for way too long. When the odor hit us, the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and as we would discuss the incident later, Kai would report a similar sensation. I was immediately drawn to the corner, and as my eyes adjusted to the lighting in the dark, dank room, I was horrified to see a pair of blank eyes staring up at me from a bucket at the foot of the guillotine.

Please feel free to comment here or you can contact me privately at elitepottagold@gmail.com

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NaPoWriMo Day 13

Today’s prompt: “today I challenge you to write a riddle poem”

This one’s easy for me as I have a “Riddle Me This” category right here on my blog. Although I considered copying and pasting one of my old riddles I decided to write a new one just for NaPOWriMo.

Here ye here ye

Let it be known

Im still really small

Even when I’m full grown

Either way Im very helpful

During youth or old age

My worth does not waiver

No matter my life stage

I pig out on things

That creep some folks out

Im quick when I grab em

As I lurk all about

So not everyone values

My size, style, or worth

Is it my color

Or perhaps my girth

Wait, I’m no fat guy

Im sleek, slender and slim

Im fast when I move

I go limb to limb

Got it now? Do you know what I am?

Ok need more clues

Look closely at the pic

At the different green hues

Im right there in front

Im trying to blend in

You can call me Waldo

When you find me you win!

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NaPoWriMo Day 11

So we’re participating in NaPoWriMo and the optional prompt for Day 11 (yesterday)  was as follows:

“Today, rather than being casual, I challenge you to get rather classically formal, and compose a poem in Sapphics.”

Ok having forgotten what a Sapphics poem was we had to turn to Google for guidance. Once we got a quick refresher we were off to write one… and once the realization set in that we were still clueless I took a shot (a very short shot) at it anyway….and here’s what I came up with-

before reading this, keep in mind that laughter is good for the soul and we got a belly full off this feeble attempt at writing~~~

 

Fast is the man who runs the dash

Slow the person who goes the distance

Go Sir Johnson, Go and be seen and understand

Races aren’t always for runners

The Treehouse Project—phase 2

Well here we are at the start of phases 2 and 3 of this project. We’ve added three sections of plywood to form our north walls and we’ve also rooted our first pallet planter which will be mounted on one section of the wall. The planter is filled with bougainvillea plants, petunias, creeping jennies, purslane and Cooper’s ice plants.  Not familiar with pallet planters? They are old wooden pallets lined with landscape fabric and filled with potting mix. The flowers are then added by cutting holes in the fabric then planting the flowers in the holes.  In our experience, pallets with wider spaces work best. If you are into growing your own herbs, pallets make perfect herb beds also. We plan to mount two pallets on the north side of the treehouse, one full size and one that we will cut to fit into the smaller space on the right. In the pallet pics below, the first one is a shot taken the day we planted the flowers (approximately 2 weeks ago) and the second one was taken just yesterday. We’re excited to see the new blooms and the new growth. We will post more pics after we plant the next pallet and get them both mounted on the walls. The last part of phase 3 will be adding some type of painted designs to the plywood walls.

Enjoy~~~~

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