A limerick I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, And given the hour, this ought be understood... One cannot expect more of me Until my brain's had its coffee- Else sweet verses shan't flow as they should. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #157 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading For worse, or: Better
An American sentence: I sip hot morning coffee, sighing with deep relief and self-judgment. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Relief, or: Self-judgment
A 'Septolet' I whine about caffeine withdrawal. Ukrainian Jews fast for Yom Kippur on the front. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Tritina, or: Form verses creativity
My 1st Sheshire A memory still gnaws at me; I was self-righteous in my youth. One week, my parents had headaches; Erring, they'd bought... decaf coffee. A jerk, I smirked, learning the truth Of their addiction and mistake. Then, in college, t'was a café... Across the street from my dorm room. I'd drink cappuccinos and… Continue reading Light, medium, or: Dark
A Cleave poem I dissolve like instant coffee and artificial sweetener in boiling water tasting almost natural but not really because it becomes me, infuses my neurons even as I recline backwards with greater force than caffeine upon my spinal cord ever did pensively, even more so than when I drink Black Label Brewed Coffee… Continue reading Sugar, or: Cream
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog What once was surely sight unseen, Today's bards verse without caffeine. Their minds keen, while mine's blurry. My mornings ~ always viscous slogs 'Til I've oiled old, unwilling cogs, Mind defogged and deflurried.
A Limerick There's a singular magical cherry, Without which ~ mornings could get hairy. Many who fancy caffeine Believe its seed is a bean, Which... when dried, milled & roasted makes merry! d'Verse poetics 'Always in Season' At d'Verse, poets were prompted to let fruit find its way into our poems; and as far as… Continue reading Cream, or: Sugar
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