An American sentence: One abstracted stitch in a children's comforter will unravel it. 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 removing… Continue reading A stitch in time, or: At hand
A sad limerick Ever since the day Baby was born, Ol' Doggy was left feeling forlorn; So, he packed his fave snacks; Slung pack over his back... Mourning, he left home to go it alone. What Do You See? #187 For WDYS #187, Sadje offers us this photo (Image: Grin @ Unsplash) of a French… Continue reading Out with the old, or: A dog’s life
A rhyming sestina Some people don't like the word Jew A label that fits me like comfy shoe Jews were murdered and made into glue Regarded as less than beasts at a zoo Blamed for both the plague and the flu In the end, though, it's the haters who stew Jewish cholent is a magical… Continue reading Rubber, or: Glue
Elfchen poem #1 brain feels exhausted pulses heavily within dissolves into viscous paste glob Elfchen poem #2 brain feels electrified sparks across synapses explodes with original verses blog W3 weekly poetry prompt For this week's W3 poetry prompt, Sadje encourages us to: Write an 'elfchen' poem; Extra challenge: write a second elfchen poem, which opposes… Continue reading Exhausted, or: Electrified
A limerick Babs Beaver was happy as a clam; Her new style was bedazzled and glam. Beau gave a happy nod But found the fad rather odd, Staring long at her trim, sequined dam. d'Verse poetics prompt: Animal architecture At d'Verse, poets are prompted to write poems about animals that construct their own homes. Twiglets… Continue reading Beaver, or: Clam
A limerick 'You wear black to a funeral,' they frowned, 'Or at least a somber shade of brown...' 'No, no... I won't!' Joey rose, Donning silly shoes and nose, To better honor his father Bozo the Clown. Twiglets #322 you wear black
A poem written in Murisopsis' new nonce poetic form: "Running Repetition" Our Jewish vacation: Lying in bed, prostrate, Wishing to hibernate, To let go of life's weight; Instead, we must prepare- Pull out special dishware... Passover's - so much work! Yes, all the Jews were slaves- Thus: days of 'freedom'? Eight... Now... merely... to locate… Continue reading Slavery, or: Freedom
A 'limerick' A dense policeman called my words an offense, For their dense meanings came at his expense. "Sir, I have my write to right- So, though those lights ain't so bright, Can't you just check my poetic license?"
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