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~~~
Hi Everyone, In all of our day to day ripping and running, I just realized we are in our sixth month of blogging! It’s hard to believe we’ve been at this for a whole half a year!
In honor of this great accomplishment and because we’ve gained so many new blogger friends, I’ve decided to re-share some of the things we’ve posted since our humble beginning. (I plan to re-post in a series with the first one being posted within the hour) Enjoy, and by all means, feel free to comment, share and or re-blog!
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)
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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 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
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
Today’s prompt: “today I challenge you to write a riddle poem”
This one’s easy for me as I have a “Riddle Me This” category right here on my blog. Although I considered copying and pasting one of my old riddles I decided to write a new one just for NaPOWriMo.
Here ye here ye
Let it be known
Im still really small
Even when I’m full grown
Either way Im very helpful
During youth or old age
My worth does not waiver
No matter my life stage
I pig out on things
That creep some folks out
Im quick when I grab em
As I lurk all about
So not everyone values
My size, style, or worth
Is it my color
Or perhaps my girth
Wait, I’m no fat guy
Im sleek, slender and slim
Im fast when I move
I go limb to limb
Got it now? Do you know what I am?
Ok need more clues
Look closely at the pic
At the different green hues
Im right there in front
Im trying to blend in
You can call me Waldo
When you find me you win!