Oh me! or: Oh my!

A nonsense limerick A particularly glun binnabur school boy had to durp prillowets as a pool boy. At work, he zezzed a vullowy woman who begged of him, 'Please, fritt my flumin!' Of course, HE claims he buppered her nalloy! d'Verse prompt: Narrative Nonsense At d'Verse, poets were prompted to write nonsense poems, while keeping the… Continue reading Oh me! or: Oh my!

Many waters, or: A renga partnership, I

Poetry in partnership My first taste of writing poetry in partnership with another poet has been the composition of a hyakuin (a renga comprised of 100 tankas) with Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', titled 'Ripples'. This whetted my appetite for further creative collaborations, leading me to launch the 'Poetry Partners' initiative, which is an open invitation to… Continue reading Many waters, or: A renga partnership, I

In her story, or: Through the lies

My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies

Clap on, or: Clap off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My sky is dark with black stars; together, congealing into thick syrup, even as I spread my arms; distributed as sick party favors, mementos of... need; perhaps, perhaps, preferable to my own; their deafening silence clotting my ears, coursing through twisted creases, pooling in my eyes, heavy, streaming down my… Continue reading Clap on, or: Clap off

Wax on, or: Wax off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter Laziness; can't blame it on craziness - that's much too sexy, and I've yet to cut even one ear off. This constant stare-off with my own reflection on poetry websites; impressions in fast succession, forming ideas, framing works, foraging for scraps of ambrosia and digging down for diggities. Oh ~… Continue reading Wax on, or: Wax off

Heaven’s droppings, or: First impressions

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My favorites are the free birds that - well, you know... You know? Whereas I'm all like, 'How do I stick a whatsit into the round binkadink, wrapped in floojipples? Maybe a shibboing would do it?' I'm amazed that some of those splendid creatures don't get much attention, or sometimes… Continue reading Heaven’s droppings, or: First impressions

Sugar, or: Cream

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