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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”
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)
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.
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
I think I peed my pants
message: when you gotta go, you gotta go
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:
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.
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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.