A to Z Challenge – The letter P [Percival’s Quest] – April 30, 2016

“Ach ’tis proper poo!”
Princess Priscilla proffered,
[Profoundly disgusted]
From her perfect lips
Perplexing Pendragon’s Percival;
Pale paladin –
Prudish and pious,
Profanity had never passed his lips.
Polly proceeded profoundly irritated
At the poly chromatic, pubescent,
Bloom bedecked paladin.
“Ach as if pansies was prizes!
Ye piteous,
Prancing, pandering, pimple-faced
Pavonian peckish peacock!
Poor indeed is this now depaupered
Damsel in distress
Since yon palfrey ponderously
Plonked down his poo
On our pale pink pinafore
and patent leather pumps!”
Percival spluttered,
Penitent he’d departed from his home, he
Proposed to placate that prima donna
(And perhaps his hunger)
Praising Priscilla’s imagined
Prowess in preparing poutine
[Having observed her prosperous derriere].
Imprudent proposal.
Priscilla punched him in his paunch,
Pummelled him soundly ’bout the head
Then took his palfrey,
Proceeding proudly to her pinnacled palace.

© G.s.k. ‘16

A to Z Challenge – The letter V – April 26, 2016

Vicktor Valoure …
(To some Young Zeus)
Violent, virtuous and virile
Vied in the annual  Vulcan Viking competition,
For the most virile but truthful Viking of the year.
However, veracity sometimes failed him,
His mind went on a virtual vacation
(He became devoid of reason)
When voluptuous vapid vixens
Vocalized virtuoso operatic verbalizations!
Like a virus their vocal wiles
Vexed his moral fibre and
Vetoed his good sense.
The Valkyrie were the worst
But the subtle Veela revoked
His visceral honesty without him even knowing!
All would have been lost but for Violet Vespucci,
Vestal Virgin and friend,
Remembering Odysseus,
She vowed to whip up some vital ear wax for him.
With her wax in his ears
He felt a vrooming vibration
But heard no sound,
His veracity was saved.

© G.s.k. ‘16

A to Z Challenge – The Letter O – April 18, 2016

“Battle of the Doomed Gods” by Friedrich Wilhelm Heine (1882)

Oh .. how ominous
The oafish ogling orc seems.
In the olden days of Odin
No orc nor ogre would ogle thus!
One was honoured
To use the oaken shield
And let the ordained arrow fly!
As Olympus fell
So fell Asgard
And as Omnipotent Zeus vanished
So did the one-eyed poet outlaw warrior Odin!
Oh odious are these obtuse overseers
Of Midgard –
Offal without honour
Without foresight –
I, Orvar Bjorn will
Outrun the offensive enemy.
Better to meet the Omega,
The obliteration of all,
Rather than live under the oppressors.
Now are the days of Ragnarok
Of broken oaths and lost occasions.
Our ordeal has been foreseen in obscure omens …
Organize and open-hearted oppose the ogres!
May Fenrir  perish …
Raise the call oh oarsmen of Odin!
Hark! The Valkyrie come!

© G.s.k. ‘16

Note:  Any and all who’ve loved Professor J. R. R. Tolkien’s stories know that they are based in Norse mythology as are just about all fantasy and Dungeon and Dragons games.  Today I wrote about the end of times – Ragnarök – according to Norse traditions more or less (which really doesn’t seem like the end of times in the Christian sense – more like a change in eras or times – like in the Tolkien sense).  I really don’t have the background to really get into the Norse Mythology … in fact I was merely honouring the letter “O” … the funny thing is, I’d intended to write about an oboe and an orchestra … how all this other stuff creeped into my computer is beyond me!

A to Z Challenge- The Letter N – April 17, 2016

troubadoursOn the Ninth hour
Just south of Northern Nubia
Nine nymph-like waifs
(All nieces of the Negus)
Naively danced nude
With a nebulous-like gauzy cloth
Tied to the nape of their necks.

Ninety nasty nags nestled
Behind a neglected Mashrabiya
Nattering as they negotiated
(And smoked their narghilè)
Bets as to which the Norman knight
Would nuzzle that night in bed …
(Novelly he chose none!)

The Negus nodded approval
(And noticed the nags tittering).
The Noble Norman knight
Of course was nervous
At the sight of eighteen nude nipples,
He was celibate but none the less alive!
(The nags enjoyed his nervousness.)

Negotiations began
The Negus and the Norman neglected nothing.
A necromancer revealed
numerous future nebulosities
(none detrimental to peace).
The Noble Negus pledged neutrality,
Negating alliances with the neighbouring Nubians.

© G.s.k. ‘16

No, I didn’t give up – just changed my day of rest from Sunday to Saturday as I had to do some gardening yesterday – rain is predicted for today!

A to Z Challenge – The letter M – April 15, 2016

A monumental moment
Means meeting mice and men
Whilst mincing in the market place
Maybe marvelling at melons
Mellowly matured …
March marching with the March-hare’s
Marvellous maiden aunt
Maevous Mabel
Like a marionette from a matrix.
Ah yes,
Monumental moments
Monstrously magnetic moments
Like Mao’s March in China
Mages going to Memphis
Mork meeting Mindy and more,
Mommy making muffins …
My my … to marvel is more that meets the eye
Meet me inside the mirror
I’ll be a mysterious mummer
or maybe merry Marc’harit
You be the mystic monk
or maybe Merlin’s Mordred …
Moving through the mirror
We’ll avoid mediocrity
Perhaps making our own monumental moment
a million miles from morning.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Monumental Moments

A to Z Challenge – The Letter K – April 13, 2016

The Fisher King

Knell before the Fisher King
Kind kinsman and knight
Sit thee at the king’s knee
Then join us at his table.
Kegs of beer and wine we’ll open,
His kitchen and kettles will be emptied,
As each course is served to you,
In kaleidoscopic variety.
Oh but noble kindred knight,
(Heed the kyrielle I’ll recite
For the karmic keeper of the grail)
Save our Fisher King’s
Kingship, kingdom and kin!
Be keener than kenless* Percival
Keep faith and ask to know,
Why wounded knights and
Bloodied knives and a grail
Parade between each course.
Know that knowledge is wisdom
And a balsam to body and soul,
Our King will be healed at last
And your knightly quest fulfilled.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*kenless … without knowledge

The Many Versions of “The Fisher King”


A to Z Challenge – The Letter J – April 12, 2016

jujube tree

jujube tree

In Jupiter’s jungle grow jujubes and junipers,
be-jewelled with jaded leaves and juicy fruits.
Julianne or Jennifer joyed in the fruits
And often junketed into the jungle.

Juno became jealous when her be-jowled
jovial old satyr went *jocking into the jungle,
looking for Julianne or Jennifer
Junketing for jujube fruits.

“Justice!” thought Juno,
(Juggling her Japanese
Jewelled shuriken)
“Justice and revenge!”

Justifiably worried, Jennifer was well read,
She avoided the jovicentric
Jungle as much as she could
Refusing to junket with Julianne again.

Julianne, a juvenile jitterbug queen,
Jubilantly jazz danced with Jupiter
‘Til his joints were like jellybeans,
Effectively curtailing his amorous jousting.

But Juno was jealous just the same
Unjustifiably jaundiced against women,
(Jupiter just could do Juno no wrong)
Until a certain joker Jinn jumped in.

With its Janus face, jolly and jeering,
The Jinn jostled her into being just!
She turned the tables and jocularly,
With Jacobean judiciousness,
Jiggled jellyfish into the Jovian jock strap.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*jocking: to engage in flirtatious behavior with another; to crush on someone; to hit on someone Brandon, constantly laughing, smiling, lightly touching and generally talking up a storm, was jocking Amanda.
by Anonymous May 22, 2003
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A to Z challenge – Alliteration Poem (The Letter I) – April 11, 2016



Photo by Morgan Dragonwillow


Isabella and Isidoro
Imperial twins
From the Indigo Inner sea,
Indulged and strong-willed,
Wished to invoke an Indian Idol
In search of Inspiration.
The idolatrous priests
Irritated the innocent youth,
Since they indulgently ironized
(Irritating and insistently)
Upon the incongruous ideology
Of imperial illumination,
Scientific imperatives
And inspiring idolatry.
In the dead of night,
The twins invoked the idol
Without priestly interference,
(Since they were intoxicated
Inside  their inner sanctum,
A state most ingeniously induced
by an ithania felfea infusion
mixed inside the evening coffee).
The invitation to the idol issued,
The Imperial infants waited
Playing intricate cat’s cradles.
No inspiration was invoked,
But golden ichor flowed
Endowing Isabella and Isidoro
With immortality
“Impossible and inconceivable!”
They intoned.

© G.s.k. ‘16

I’m Falling Behind! #atozchallenge

I is for Inspiration with Morgan Dragonwillow

A to Z Challenge – The letter H – April 10, 2016


“How ditty-do
How do you do and mercy-bow ku!”
Outside the hospice
Howitzer Howie
Hollered horribly.
“Hello, howdie – How are ya?”
Hetty heard the
Hunted haunted man and shuddered:
His hat was askew o’er
His head of red-hennaed hair,
But what halted her were
His horrified hollow eyes.
“How did this happen?
What hell hazed his brain?”
Hetty hushedly whispered
As she resumed to hustled away.
No one can know
What the Howies and Harrys
And nameless homeless heroes
Are hostages,
Except maybe some historians
Like Harold who studies
War and battles
including the Battle of Hamel
of 1918
Where Howie fought
and was lost.

© G.s.k. ‘16


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NaPoWriMo: Day 9 1sojournal

Unfortunately I missed writing yesterday as I was very busy and couldn’t post.  So for the A to Z Challenge I’m writing today, Sunday, which usually is a free day … and I’ll be writing later today to make up for yesterday’s  missing NaPoWriMo.  Bastet

A to Z Challenge – The Letter G – April 8, 2016

On the groaning agrestic table
Gastronomic goodness abounded
Gracefully arrayed.
Greengrocer’s plants galore,
All gloriously arranged beginning with
Giant grapes and plump gooseberries
Grapefruits, guavas and galia melons glistening.
Granulated sugar
Blended with eggs, milk and
Fresh ground grain flour
Were agreeably transformed into
(Graced with golden syrup
And fresh ground ginger root)
Guiltily in their gluttony
Gourmets tipple with grappa and dry gin
Whilst gusseted gypsy queens
Girlishly gobble green tea gelato!
Glorious yes quite glorious
Was the cold gazpacho
It temped both great and small!
And the vision grew with more marvels still …
Until in the grey morning was heard:
“Great gads!”
(It was Gregory who  groaned grievously
As he glanced upon all the goodness.)
“Give me the gift of a gourmand’s gut
So that I might taste it all.”

© G.s.k. ‘16

Tackling the Challenge with Gusto!