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Late night humor…
Late Night Humor
#4 of 5
Hibiscus
Beautiful layered petals
Still wet from morning dew
dark green foliage all around
my bright and early view
Come one come all to see this thing
Of such beauty, and such grace
Then take my advice as you saunter by
And leave it in its place.
Late night humor~
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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
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. The brains behind Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns are NOT nestled inside the heads of crazy people
- 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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A Simple Haiku~
NaPoWriMo.net
We stumbled across a blog that inspires and encourages writing. It is NaPoWriMo.net, which is the acronym for National Poetry Writing Month. For additional information just google their site. We looked at it tonight and decided to write and submit a poem each day for the remainder of the month.
Look for our first submission on tomorrow, April 3, 2015.
Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns 