Always River

Written for:  Carpe Diem #563, River

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Gurgles like newborn
Rushes like children
Sighs like old man
River is all ages
and no age

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Girl of Song

I got theWritten for Red Wolf Poems #221, “Body and Soul”

Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…”
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…”

Yeah, like that. Just.
Now When you sit down to write, send your internal censor back to the stairwell, and BE the girl/boy who makes each one go “Aaah…”
You are the most desirable person in the song. Write that into a poem. (You can always revise it all away, relax)

I got the moves,
Red high-heeled shoes
Hair that flows
Down to my toes
Bat my lashes
Lightning flashes,

Every man I pass,
I hear them gasp, Aaah!

Charisma is my middle name
I am wild, cannot be tamed
When I sway and dance
They’re put in a trance
But none of them will approach me
I wish they would, I am ordinary.

and yet,

Every man I pass,
I hear them gasp, Aaah!

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The Conversation of the Purple-spotted Cow and the Ten-o-pus

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub

Nonsense resurfaced in the 19th Century in the works of Lewis Carroll (Rev Charles Dodgson) and Edward Lear, both of whom were writing for children. Carroll wrote his Alice books for Alice Liddell while Lear composed his verse – and illustrated it – to entertain the children of Edward Stanley, 13th Earl of Derby.

And that’s it. Have at it poets; let’s write nonsense!

To you I am appealing,
said the purple-spotted cow
You must get off the ceiling
Please get down right now.

But the ten-o-pus just chuckled
Popped his eyeballs out and in.
He said, your face is growing puckled
cow, your spots are in a spin.

Well you are swip and sliring,
an linner is at eight.
We are having tater curlings
and green cheese stuffed with cake.

Oh cow, you should come up here.
The ceiling weather’s fine;
it is always filled with clear.
Hold your spots, jump; later we will dine.

So the purple-spotted cow did leap
into the ten-o-pus’s toes,
and round and round they danced a dreap.
Best buddies now, so the story goes.

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Footed Temple

Written for:  Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #25, Björn Rudberg on “Haiku and Humor”
One thing we use to little in haiku is the dry humor you can sometimes find in classical haiku. Maybe we are too respectful to the form sometimes, still when reading through I see (often with apologies) attempts in this direction. Today I would like you to take an approach to the dry wit of haiku writing.

Footed temple

Visitors snap pictures

Monk places shoes underneath

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In Love

Written for:  Creative Bloomings
InForm:  Septolet
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create an image.

by his looks,
he gazes
at himself.

in love with
water’s image.

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Hold My Heart

Written for:  Poetics Aside #280
“Hold _____”



in charge

of holding

my fragile heart safe

from cuts that could chip and shatter.

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The Goddess of Nature

Written for:  Margo Roby’s Poem Tryouts:  “To Labour or Not”
We have choices. They pretty much all require reading the mythical tales and Wikipedia, bless its heart, has a nice short, easy version. When you arrive on the page, you will see the Labours listed. If you are in a hurry, click on the one that stirs a tickle in your mind. Otherwise, read, or skim, the myths. As you do so, let your brain run a commentary, and jot down anything — anything — that pops up.

Mother, the goddess of nature
wept to see the lack
of respect from
her earthlings.
Tossing garbage,
polluting waters,
drilling, and filling
up all her lovely
greenery with
ostentatious buildings,
one higher than
the next. Oh how
it vexed her, perplexed
her, and finally, forced
her to send out
lambs, lions, giraffes,
and all her dogs
and cats that were stuck
in shelters. Animals came
from everywhere, and
stared down the greedy
earthlings, until they crept
away in shame.

Watch for them
in a war coming to you soon!

(Based on:  Sixth Labour: Stymphalian Birds)

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Buddha Studies Rose

Written for:  Carpe Diem’s “Time Glass” #2 a time-challenge “Buddha”
It’s Monday again and so it’s time for a new “Time Glass” episode, in which the goal is to write a haiku inspired on a photo and a given prompt within 12 hours.

Stone Buddha

Ferns sway in quick breeze

Buddha contemplates a rose

Footsteps in distance

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #561, Harvested Fields

Workers pick quickly

Purple grapes hang heavy

Winter frost coming

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Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Squared #2, Björn Rudberg’s “Loon is calling”

It is my pleasure to bring you a new episode of our Tan Renga Challenge with a twist …Tan Renga Squared. The goal of Carpe Diem Tan Renga Squared is to write a second stanza to a given haiku (as we do in our Tan Renga Challenge) and a new 3-line stanza and 2-line stanza. So the goal is to write a short linked verse of four (4) stanzas.

evening mist

memories are fading

loon is calling                                             (Björn)

echos from far side of lake
a trick of many voices

sky is a gray veil
suddenly sparkling stars wink
corner unravels

mourn of the loon is distant
evaporation of mist                                    (Sara)

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