Rondelet practice

Rondelet 1

No words come
my mind has become a blank
No words come
and I just feel so very numb
Whom do I have to thank
For this malicious and awful prank
No words come

Rondelet 2

That’s life
One of my favorite sayings, yes,
That’s life
When I want to belie the sense of strife
Sometimes thing are just a mess
But there’s no use to swear I guess
That’s life

Rondelet 3

Yes, it’s a strange conjunction
That our world is passing through
Yes, it’s a strange conjunction
Seems nothing can really function
From human affairs to the WordPress Crew
Whatever is a goddess to do
Yes, it’s a strange conjunction

Rondelet 4

Ok, now I’ve almost calmed down
written awhile and seems that all is fine
Ok, now I’ve almost calmed down
I think I’ll take a walk downtown
Maybe it’s some mysterious sign
That I’m feeling so divine
Ok, now I’ve almost calmed down


Silly Poem Trilogy: Word play

Silly Poem Trilogy

Word Play

When I feel a lot of stress
I do what for me is best
we all have our little games
( for sure none are quite the same)
which delights us and gives us bliss!

I love to play around with words
you’ve seen me do this at times
even if the results are quite absurd
I’ll keep doing it from time to time.

When once I went to eat a pizza
many years ago..
my sons and I in Italian
played change the letter game
pizza, puzza, pazza, pezza and pozza
gave us such a laugh…
since as we rhymed them
in really ridiculous poems.

The crazy pizza made of stinky cloth,
sat inside the puddle!
Then the puddle of stinky pizza,
got wrapped up in crazy cloth…
At last the stinky cloth pizza
puddled on my crazy dog!
But it’s much more fun in Italian
As it all comes out in rhyme!


maybe orching in an orchard
could be a ponderous sight…
recitals of
Papel pontifications
dog-matically and auto-matically
humbly bumbling beings
(in basil basilicas
ornated with oral ornaments)
and bi-shops who
orate in oratoriums


A pontificating frog
in a weedy old pond
was pondering hard
of just how
to create a bond
with a near-sighted
princess of
whom he was fond…
decided he
to pretend he was blond
by donning old fronds
poke her impiously
with a willow wand
and thus abscond
a violent kiss!
the results!

Dedicated to Cubby at Reowr and Charles at Legends of Windemere.