My 1st Virelai Ancien I know, I know! Rhyme is passé! A game that little children play... But I feel young! Old school, they say, but who is 'they'? Besides, I never quite could stay my playful tongue. So, I suppose you'll have your say - Read to the end, then: yay or nay -… Continue reading Selious, or: Sirry
A rondelet Free verse is king, so it's thought... though -I- don't think so. Free verse is king; behave, and you may kiss its ring. Are you a poet? Wanna go pro? Well, rhyming submissions? Just: NO. Free verse is king!
A rhyming quadrille Luke Glueck was the Duke of the uke; he’d get drunk and twang like a kook. His drinking and juking drew rebuke, cuz every damn’d night he would puke and collapse on the floor, his brain nuked. It’s no wonder Luke always got rooked! A d'Verse prompt The above free verse poem… Continue reading Duke of the uke, or: Patsy
A schuttelreim He stood out among Jewish folks, For Jesus knew too fewish jokes!
A schuttelreim She watched as the vet worked, wicked, clever asp She'd be the very last critter that he'd ever clasp
Inspired by Theodore Roethke's 'My Papa’s Waltz' He joined the family waltz The day that he was born; With playful somersaults, Toots ringing from his horn. He balance stepped with Life, His "corner" on his left; Tunes sweetly played by fife, His fingers small and deft. Twirled then towards the right, Suddenly out of breath;… Continue reading Life, or: Death
My 2nd monotetra Today, my Mom comes to visit ~ She frequents when events permit; Though far apart, we are tight-knit Soon, we shall sit; soon, we shall sit... My mother's visit Due to COVID-19, and, more recently, the eruption of violence in Israel and Gaza, my mother (who lives in the USA) has been… Continue reading Mama’s visit, or: Finally❣️
My 1st pantun This form has been referred to as a riddle. Steaming earthy buckwheat soaked in milk Borscht and pierogi topped with sour cream Wells bored in hot golden sun-soaked silk Southernmost sanctuary on seam Beer Sheva Beer Sheva, Israel is the city my mother's parents moved to after leaving the USSR in '74,… Continue reading Milk, or: Cream
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