A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A log of our magnificent journey.
Mad Hatter with feline crony
whispering in his ear
leads battalion of bats
on a mission to present
all the neighborhood children
with coronavirus treats
and leave community
burning with the fever.
Death and pestilence
are all that remain
in their wake.
11 lines of Free Verse poetry
|Descended from crispy Scottish oatcakes,
my Granny's oatmeal raisin cookies rock.
Inspired by the ones Paula Deen makes,
they are my favorite around the clock.
My Granny's oatmeal raisin cookies rock,
without a doubt, any way you spin it.
They are my favorite around the clock.
A batch will vanish in a New York minute.
Without a doubt, any way you spin it,
Fannie Farmer's cookbook was a winner.
A batch will vanish in a New York minute,
whether served at breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
Fannie Farmer's cookbook was the winner
which inspired the ones Paula Deen makes,
whether served at breakfast, lunch, or dinner,
descended from crispy Scottish oatcakes.
|Decades fly while having fun in writing community
engaging activities keep us all titillated
day and night, throughout global village, thanks to Storymaster.
Notes on the Sijo form of poetry ▼
|across the ages
we live to serve our country
in good times or bad
so many battles to fight
no matter what sacrifice
we sail angry seas
through summer, fall, winter, spring
always on duty
Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼
Autumnal spirits soar when pixies dance
upon the banks of rippling mountain streams
in celebration of the one last chance
before the winter ice will freeze their dreams.
The rhythm of the river
enthralls them, until
among the woodland nymphs.
Like ballerinas doing pirouettes
in ancient mystic ceremonies there,
they demonstrate their ecstasy, because
autumnal spirits soar when pixies dance.
Author’s note: The Dorsimbra is an exciting new form with contrasting patterns. A definition can be found at the following link: http://poetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/07/dorsimbra-dorsimbra-was-invented-by.html...
|Yellow stream flows slowly down his leg,
enough to fill a keg.
Every move he makes,
every step he takes,
every time he wakes,
I be dodging him.
Yellow stream emits unique bouquet
on sultry summer day.
Whenever breezes blow,
wherever he may go,
whatever stain may show,
I be smelling him.
Splish, splash, he is taking pee-pee bath.
Watch out for aftermath!
|Mary took her little lamb
to city on a spree.
Instead, she found unruly mob
When silence treated same as guilt
by rabid fanatics,
they thrust agenda to the hilt
with frenzied dramatics.
They shouted chants and spread the word
in crude graffiti ways.
Mary's frantic screams went unheard
when horde set shops ablaze.
Lamb's fate was sealed by destiny
so grievance be addressed.
Mob burned the pet so all can see
in the name of "unrest."
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|When days grow shorter
wild geese fly in formation
making hearts flutter
at prospect of cooler nights
to purge stifling summer heat.
Notes on the Japanese Tanka form of poetry ▼
Let the creativity flow from your soul!
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Little Willie went to the fair
for a day of fun without a care.
You should have heard his horrific squeal
when Willie fell off the ferris wheel.