Dazzling

Shall you pour yourself a nice tall drink

If you plan to come and sit?

Shall I bore you with my rhetoric

Or dazzle you with wit?

 

Should you enjoy my company

Shall you visit me again

If you invite me to return

Will you appear insane?

 

Should I hold back on intros

Or should I call your name?

Should I hold close my secret desires

And say you never came?

 

For it is with my eyes wide shut

That I must say to you

I’ve wrapped you in my latest web

As all black widows do~~~

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Was it Love? (a poem)

Was It Love?

Oh, but can the pain of a burden so heavy as deceit

Be cleared away so easily

With the mere touch of a soft hand to a wet cheek

Or the mere whisper of a sensuous word to a closed ear?

A burden of such magnitude,

A burden of such deformed placement,

A burden of such seemingly occult origin

Must be a burden of an offensive and doomed destination.

To say it will resolve itself,

To say it can be at all resolved

Is to say that you believe in more than miracles –

It is to say that witchcraft and sorcery are at the root of your being

Or has lov been falsely used and accused

 A victimized self created deceit

In and of itself

throughout the duration of its unbeing.

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Pitch

Pitch

to have perfect pitch

is as the saying goes a

stitch in time saves nine

Playing with Words

I went through the alphabet and wrote the first word that came to mind in alphabetical order then I put them into a poem. I think it’s pretty funny. Read it and reply…

Alternative, Barracuda, Catastrophe, Eventful, Dramatization, Faithful, Gruesome, Harmful, In, Jubilant, Kaleidoscope, Lemon, Maniac, Norway, Opulent, Precise, Quirky, Resentful, Shameful, Tantalizing, Unfortunate, Victory, Warranted, Xylophone, Yearning,

Zany

Playing with Words

As an alternative to dinner

we decided on the barracuda

which turned out to be a real catastrophe.

Without a full dramatization

of the eventful season we had, simply put,

we have been forever faithful to the cause.

Albeit gruesome or gross,

there were no concerns of harmful fish bones,

in fact

and we were jubilant when we

looked into the kaleidoscope

to find a lemon yellow redfish

with the personality of a maniac.

Much to our delight when took the fish to Norway we were

pleasantly surprised at the opulent and fanciful ways of the people.

We were extremely precise in our movements

around this quirky little town

not wanting to attract any resentful stares

while parading around in our shameful ways with our fish.

Our tantalizing habits drew much scorn

which was an unfortunate way impress others.

But our victory was won when we

walked into the room

and heard a xylophone play in the distance and

had to resist our yearning to

overpower the townspeople with more zany written rhetoric.

My Shoes are on the Loose

This is the first of a series of poems, rhymes and short stories featuring Deuce or “Papa Deuce”. Deuce was my mom’s lovely and friendly Wheaten Terrier. He lived to the ripe old age of fourteen (and a half) and although we were never fond of one another, I will forever be grateful for the years of happiness he brought to my mom.
My Shoes are on the Loose
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
My shoes are on the loose
I’ve looked everywhere
Even under Mimi’s chair
They’re not over here
And they’re not over there
So my little piggy toes
are cryin’ cause they’re bare
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
I have some happy news
I think I finally found
My favorite purple shoes
Oh no, oh no
Those are not my shoes at all
That’s just my little brother’s
Fuzzy purple ball
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce…
My shoes are still on the loose!

Hopscotch

Hopscotch

Playing hopscotch is my favorite game

To play outside with my friends

We jump, we hop, we toss our rock

Until one of us wins!

Rochelle

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