Wordless Wednesday…on Thursday!



Ok, so yesterday was Wednesday…and I forgot it was Wednesday as I had a lot of things to do…so here’s the photo I didn’t post  for Wordless Wednesday 😉

Have a good one folks!

Nelipot Lady – Silly Sonnet

girl in fountain

I’m not a maid from Lilliput,
I’m just a girl who loves the Earth,
I’m a first class, number one nelipot…
And love to live in a state of mirth!

What can you know of happiness?
If you close yourself off from the world?
Walk freely and you’ll feel real steadiness,
Unlike a flag that’s just been unfurled.

Oh the sands, they may be too warm today
And so, this might get a bit uncomfortable…
But still, I feel so much freer, like this, to play
And my tootsies are young and recoverable!

So if you want to really be free
become a nelipot just like me!

1014107_616587108410416_171946804_nI found this word today on the We Drink Because We’re Poets Facebook page and couldn’t pass it up!

No. Love Poems… – Fibonacci Poem

Fibonacci Poem

No. Love Poems….

Just don’t come.
No lamentations.
No crying nor gnashing my teeth.
Alas my dried-up hormones have done their useful job.
Here, I look at the youthful and I really don’t envy them, their romantic throes!
(Famous last words, said before the woman went on an international cruise and met a distinguished Australian poet and author.)

Part Two

Leave me weak.
I hunger for more
Delirium in ecstasy
As your hands play my spine like a Spanish guitarist!

Part Three

Faithless illusion
His wife and children surround him!
Here lies the desolate victim of  illicit love!


Fibonacci poem: One, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four syllables.

You can read more about the Fibonacci poems here: http://whatis.techtarget.com/definition/Fibonacci-poem-or-Fib

Frizz’s Alphatbet Challenge!

9673136346_3946b09591I do so love Frizz’s blog Flickr Comments and each Tuesday he offers a challenge:  “Every Tuesday I offer the “A to Z challenge”, walking step by step through the alphabet.”

On January 7th 2014 the challenge picked up on “A” again…

A Bastet Quatrain for Frizz

Of animals and minerals  I write,
And anything else that’ll come to mind
As I sit here thinking in nursery rhymes
And of yucky awful alphabet soup!

I wrote a somber Alexandrine poem
I accidentally popped into cyber space
For I right-clicked glue on my silly mouse …
When I really should have copied! Et voilà!

Amazing what  fate can do
When least  we expect it…
The poem was of angst…
That was in fact the title.

It was a really heady thing…
That is it was quite cerebral
If you ask me to be honest
I think it’s better where it’s at.

Alas, alas…oh woe is me!
I’ve no “A” poem to write for Frizz!
So I’ll just hang my head down and say…
I’ll write an acrostic..some other day!

For the Alexandrine, took me over an hour
It’s a poem consisting of 6 iambic feet…
uhm…with caesura…but few use it in English at all
Emily Brontë being an exception….’cause it’s
Bloody stilted and should only be read and written in French!

So I invented this quatrain for Frizz
It’s a iambic misch-mash and that’s for sure
Some 6, 8 and 10 foot iamb without  rhyme
I’m making it up as I go along!






Montreal Velocipede Masacres: Silly Poem

Photo: Oliana Kim, Montreal, Dec 19th, 2013

Photo: Oliana Kim, Montreal, Dec 19th, 2013

Alarm! It’s come to my sad attention,
That in Canada (such a great nation)
Lives a monster, of incredible cruelty…
A monster born in the dead of winter…
Who terrorizes young velocipede,
In their nests, poor dears, awaiting the dawn.
Succumb many to these heinous attacks…
Snowplows maim and mangle them each cold night.

Call the United Nations! Raise the cry,
Oh science, reason and human good will…
Save the velocipede from cruel snowplows
Who wildly roar in early morning hours,
Crunching under their great tires and brash blades
Elegant delicate slim velocipede!
Alas the streets are strewn with their corpses…
Raise up your voices in protest oh masses…
We must stop this wanton destruction, now!

Thank you Oliana Kim for bringing this terrible event to world attention…let us all unite!  I can assure you that if you visit Oliana’s blog you will find many more photos of poor dear velocipede’s in similar condition…and here I’ve not begun to speak of how they are treated by automobiles…truely a disgrace… 😉

Ooops…Help! I’m under the influence of Loki!

Hello everyone.  I don’t know what’s come over me, I mean, yes from time to time I do have silly streaks..

This morning…I received this gift from my sister, Sekhmet loved it:

Have you seen the scary snow man yet?

What about kitties in a tree….

But this has got to be one of the funniest I’ve seen yet!

Ok…let me get back to work, I’ve fooled around this morning!

Trifextra: myopic dazzle basin

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Seven

La Gazza Ladra

Yes she’s myopic…
However, the dazzle of a basin of diamonds would attract her.  Even from hundreds of miles away.
Explains the diamond heist I read about yesterday.
Her name is Madge Magpie!


Prompt: write 30 words around myopic, dazzle and basin.

At The Akashic Library: A Visit to Shu

Yesterday, I had the crazy idea to go look up Shu, to see if he wouldn’t like to take a little trip to China to give my friend, Canadian Travelbugs a hand with her smog problem.  Having to deal daily with two Egyptian Goddesses should have warned me about asking favors from the Gods.  Alas… Continue reading

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three

For Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three:
Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods. Make it yours and have fun with it.

The bird Continue reading

Epitaph Poem: Here lies…

© Ayer James

© Ayer James

Prompt: Write an epitaph poem.  It can rhyme or not. It can be funny if you’d like. It can be about a fictional character or a well-known person who has passed. You can choose to write about a beloved pet or a loved one you wish to pay tribute to or you can simply make it spooky for Halloween.  And if spooky is where you’re headed…a little tip: imagine it being read by Vincent Price or Christopher Walken. I think that’s a pretty good litmus test. Have a ghoulish good time!

Epitaph Poem

Here lies…

Here lies my poor Pizza.. Continue reading