blossoms shrivel
gone the season’s cool rains
a cloud of midges
born at spring’s passing –
frogs in the old pond splash
© G.s.k. ‘16
Passing of Spring – Tanka – May 1, 2016
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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 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 J – April 12, 2016
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
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.
Unfortunately,
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.
Ergo,
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
Indolently
Playing intricate cat’s cradles.
Inconveniently,
No inspiration was invoked,
But golden ichor flowed
Endowing Isabella and Isidoro
With immortality
“Impossible and inconceivable!”
They intoned.
© G.s.k. ‘16
A to Z Challenge – The Letter D – April 5, 2016
Moulin Rouge Toulouse-Lautrec Paintings – 1890
Delightful Daphne,
Dowager dame
from Dorroughby downs
Danced (dusting daisies) at dawn
In damask digs,
Dumbfounding Daft old Dan!
(Doubting his eyes
Daft Dan did declare:
“Damn, I’m dreaming drivel!”)
Alas duly assured,
The delighted demented debaucher
Dropped down on his knees
Declaring his demise
If she denied his devotion.
Diffident in her dishevelment
Daphne demurred daintily,
Declaring:
“Devotion does demand a
Desirous dedication,
Disregard for dithering declarations
and I do mean durable discretion.
Do declare; “I Do! My dotty devotee”
Then dignify your declaration
With delightful deportment:
Dancing through the daisies
Disrobed at dawn with me!”
© G.s.k. ’16
Burning Advice – Shadorma – March 17, 2016
“Cooling waves”
pontificated
bright-eyed Sue
“won’t prevent
Dave getting frightfully burnt
just watch and you’ll see.”
And of course
she was just too right!
A lobster
was paler
than young Dave’s skin that evening
and far less in pain!
He’s happy
although a bit crisp.
He did say
he hates Sue’s
haunty know-it-all advice
and would druther burn.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
(5) Words: | WAVE | COOL| PREVENT | BRIGHT | WATCH |
NaHaiWriMo – Zirconium – February 19, 2016
shimmering
rising up high in the sky
zirconium star
© G.s.k. ‘16
Sleeping Beauty – A Fractured Fairy-Tale – April 23, 2015
Painted by Jennie Harbour
In a dark and grim forest, where wolves howled and the wind blew, I saw a flickering light and so I bounced down the path seeking out that light and after a time I came upon a crystal coffin; within the crystal coffin surrounded by perpetual candles slept a very handsome princely man with a magnificent beard. His head lay upon a silk pillow, his pelvis was bound in a gorgeous red damask codpiece. (I just mention this in passing.)
I thought I’d smother from the internal flame that flowed instantly into my … uhm … heart. Sublimating my thoughts of love by thinking about this month’s syzgy of the moon, sun and earth, I emitted a sigh.
“Never-mind the codpiece!” I said to myself, as a heroine one really must overcome this incessant inner chaos. Anyway, at this point I noticed a note attached to the clasp that held the coffin closed it read:
Open carefully and if you kiss the prince upon his lips he will awaken.
“Ah,” I thought, “a male sleeping beauty! Now this could get interesting”
In wonderment I carefully opened the lid of the coffin and caressed his soft uhm … beard with reverence then kissed his ripe lips.
His eyes flew open and he gasped:
“My lands woman! Just how old are you?”
© G.s.k. ‘15
This post was written for Mindlovemisery’s Mengerie’s Monday Wordle and Thursday Tale Weaver Post – Be a Bad Writer (I did my best) where we were to pick a genre and open our story with the worst possible beginning sentence, possibly with not more than 58 words. … I went way over the 150 word limit and before submitting this to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
- Emit
- Pillow
- Pelvis
- Bounce
- Heroine
- Intern
- Incessant
- Smother
- Sublimation (Psychology. the diversion of the energy of a sexual or other biological impulsefrom its immediate goal to one of a more acceptable social,moral, or aesthetic nature oruse.)
- Gorgeous
- Nevermind
- Syzygy (any two related things, either alike or opposite. Astronomy. an alignment of threecelestial objects, as the sun, the earth, and either the moon or a planet: Syzygy in the sun-earth-moon system occurs at the time of full moon and new moon.)
Mi Mao Tom’s Spring Song — Kyoka – March 14, 2015
oh gentle geisha
how sweet’s your smile
mi mao
sing more for me just a while
your heady ways make me sigh
here at your feet
oh fine gentle creature
this lowly tom
must admire your subtle forms
I mi mao for your love
spring has come
oh sweet lithesome willow
your forms excite
this lowly creature … mi mao
come to visit with me tonight
ah the wind and rain
shall reign tonight my dove
if you’ll come to me
I’ll stroke your lovely back
oh – how we shall purr – mi mao
© G.s.k. ‘15
This kyoka was written thanks to my friend Jen who brought my attention to this wonderful Netsuke of Two Cats a 19th century Japanese wooden miniature – Information about the piece and the photo can be found HERE and more information about Netsuke can be found HERE
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