Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure

A Waltmarie In five American Sentences The young man climbed up to the roof in the raging storm, feeling groovy. Hooting and hollering, his friends cheered him on, as he started to dance. Skipping and jumping along the roof's edge, he kept his balance, but just. Sadly, the speed of his wild pirouettes was more… Continue reading Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure

Peer pressure, or: I resist

A shadorma peer pressure does not draw me as a subject for verse; but my poet community's writing about it I resist the great temptation to compose in free verse like fellow bards just to prove how unique I am Shadorma? six-line stanzas (or sestets); each stanza has a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5, for a… Continue reading Peer pressure, or: I resist

Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall

A haibun I exit in the early evening; and my city is aglow in warm sunlight. I smile. Most of the time, I don't hold any particular appreciation for the sun; Middle Eastern summers are uncomfortable. Still, leaving the office before daylight has faded... bright bus stop breeze flutters shadows sun lazes dโ€™Verse Haibun Monday:… Continue reading Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall

I must go in, or: The fog is rising

A limerick I must go in, for the fog is rising. Though, truth be told, it's unsurprising. Mean plans for Man set in motion, back with skies, stars, beasts, lands, oceans... God shows no great interest in revising. d'Verse poetics: 'Words of Departure' At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one of phrase from the… Continue reading I must go in, or: The fog is rising

For sale, or: For sail

A Quadrille I kanot spel but wish I cud cuz pon buying this bote of wud, kleerly, I miss-red the sale sine, thinking the hole thing wud be mine! Now... teknikly, the hole thing IS. As reparemen say in ther biz... "Duh! thats why its leeking!" โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #138 For Sadjeโ€™s weekly… Continue reading For sale, or: For sail

Mirthful hoots, or: Bobbing heads

A serious limerick Having never before experienced the seas, The tykes feared going in past their knees; Leery of foamy waves, They waded, trying to be brave, T'wards their folks' mirthful hoots in the breeze. A silly limerick Seeing only the adults' bobbing heads, The tykes took their parents for dead; 'Oh, gosh golly!' they… Continue reading Mirthful hoots, or: Bobbing heads

Unimaginable to tender minds

dโ€™Verse prosery In every generation, words were left unspoken between parents and children. Some, unimaginable to tender minds. Some elders harbored the traumas of their youths to their families' detriments in ultimately futile attempts to protect them. Others remained incapable of acknowledging, let alone processing, the damage they'd suffered. These were the most dangerous. Beaten… Continue reading Unimaginable to tender minds

Dog, or: God

EPIGRAPH: "Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?" "I give." "You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog."-David Foster Wallace (1962 โ€“ 2008) The Sabbath for Jews is twenty-five hours long. It keeps… Continue reading Dog, or: God