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
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