-looking for work is hard work-
~RH
Category: Poetry in Motion
Six Word Story
Her mind was a flashlight broken.
#WRITESPIRATION #124 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 28
Holiday Schmaliday-
We waited all year
Our plans were all set,
We waited in line
To board that big jet.
A tall woman walked over,
And asked for ID-
I sarcastically asked
Are you talking to me?
The taste of that carpet
Was dog crap I’m sure–
Next holiday season
I’ll be more mature!
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~~~
Relationship Goals
growing old together…
holding hands as one watches the other die…
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
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who worked down at the local bizarre
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and blew genes whir awl the man war
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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
Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns 