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

Wordle MLMM- Three Dodoitsu – April 12, 2016

 

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needless painful heartbreak comes
upon each awakening
with monumental effort
she fills empty space

the macrocosm of love
where’s the sweet of philosophy
of subtle nuzzling ’til noon
[lovingly kissing]

it would lacerate her soul
to indiscreetly reveal
the history of her people
[she’s monachopsis]

© G.s.k. ‘16

 

 

“Dodoitsu is a form of Japanese poetry developed towards the end of the Edo Period. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical, Dodoitsu poems consist of four lines with the syllabic structure 7-7-7-5 and no rhyme or metre.

It was a traditional form for popular and folk songs and the name (“quickly city to city”) appears to refer to the speed with which such new songs spread. In Japanese, the “dodoitsu” contains twenty-six sound units (onji) composed of four phrases in 7-7-7-5 sound units. It’s hard to find examples of “dodoitsu” among literature because most of these songs, sung accompanied with the shamisen (a banjo-like instrument with three strings), relied on the oral tradition and are therefore lost to us. Since the subject matter was either love or humor as viewed by inhabitants of the pleasure quarters, the existing works have attracted very little attention in English.”

 

Wordle #105 “April 11th, 2016” Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie

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Happy Day 12 of NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo, all!

 

A to Z challenge – Alliteration Poem (The Letter I) – April 11, 2016

 

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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

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I is for Inspiration with Morgan Dragonwillow

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
Griddlecakes!
(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!

Six for Wednesday 1 – Wordle – April 7, 2016

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Ah it’s so clear now,
I thought this morning
As I pushed through my dream
Back into this world.

I awoke with wonder deep
My soul rejoicing
I was still able to look upon
The radiance of the sun.

Never had I been happier to realize
That my perception of reality was wrong.

© G.s.k. ’16

Six for Wednesday – 1 – and  1sojournal

NaPoWriMo 2016 – ABC Poem – April 3, 2016

 

seamen's monument_2“After all is said and done
Bravery isn’t really
Courage.”
Dangling from a swing Jim said,
Even-toned and earnest.
“Fancy words and
Gorgeous monuments,
Hail the hero’s deeds,
It’s inevitable, even
Justifiable, to forget that they were men.
Knowledge of their frailties,
Lamentable bad habits and
Marred moral make-up may
Never be known at all –
Of course that changes nothing
Providing that we know that they’re
Quite like you or me.”
“Ridiculous!” young Edward shouted,
Seriously offended.
“That is a shabby thing to say my boy,
Ugly, I say and
Very shabby indeed, about those who’ve saved the day!”
“Why Eddy boy don’t get het up over some
Xeroxed copied heroes, hail rather those poor guys,
Yes those young bloods,
Zapped but nameless who fell by the tons.”

© G.s.k. ‘16

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Today being Sunday, there will be no A to Z Poem …. have a great day!

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

 

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Weekly Writing Prompt #28 Week 14th March 2016

The Cloister in the Castle – Gothic Horror (Introduction) – March 17, 2016

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What could have prevented his departure, a cool breeze maybe a mystic wave, surely no bright lights no vulgar acclaim nor any new miracles.  She asked herself without hope of receiving  an answer, nothing really could have kept him there.  Once the watch had announced that it was twelve, and in the plaza the clock bells rang the hour. The deed was done.  Midnight. He was no more.

In the sky hung the gibbous moon, how silly to think of croissants and tea but then sillier still to think of him.  He or any other.  Her new pale sisters sang matins.

What could have prevented his departure, a cool breeze maybe a mystic wave … here in these dark corridors, surely no bright lights.

Reading from her Breviary she harmonizes with her sisters. The shadows creep closer with each “Ave” in the cloister.  Her soul was consumed with the memories of him, his smell, his breath near her cheek as he helped her dismount from her steed.  His hands upon her waist.  She would have been more pleased if his hands had been on her bare skin.

Of course he was not destined to be hers.  He was yet another sacrifice to her new master, his destiny had been written from the moment he’d been chosen to accompany her to this place, once he’d seen her face he was doomed.

The Mother sang the last “amen”.  One of the clock.  The Father behind the grate welcomed her to the cloister where she would be immured for eternity.  Her husband by proxy had died of the plague.  Her father had confiscated her husband’s treasure for his needs and closed her,  his own daughter up in the convent and no one but the young knight knew where she was.  And now he too was gone.

Once in her cell the night fell upon her and her soul was at last taken by the demon who inhabited the cloister.  Her father, the Duke, had paid his debt and his wealth was assured.  He’d sold out his son-in-law and his own daughter to the demons of the night … and one day, though he didn’t know this, he too would be consumed by the demons, but unlike his daughter, his would be the pit of eternal fire … hers the living death of the night creatures.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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Hiding Sun – Haiku – March 15, 2016

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late afternoon sun
over-shadowed by the hills
hides among the boats

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #938 Iris leaves

“The “pseudo-science” technique is very close to the paradox but has a slight difference. This technique demonstrates a distorted view of science – one we think is not true, but has the possibility of being true, perhaps when we understand quantum physics or all become poets. When the “other reality” the author was using is explained, the poem becomes absolutely clear. Again, this is an old Japanese tool that was used to make the poet sound simple and childlike but also to confound the reader.”

kimono slipping
fingertips discover silk road
ecstatic sigh

© Chèvrefeuille

the day ends
buttercups share their golden light –
the moon rises

© Chèvrefeuille