#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~~~

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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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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!