BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond – Poetweet – February 28, 2015

Writer from Philadelphia

Mary,
This day’s been my epiphany!
As I set pen to paper
I feel my heart quicken.
I realize I love you,
now that you’re married
Your own, John.

© G.s.k. ‘15

When I was growing up, my parents had a huge record collection of old 78s … There was one that I loved, it must have been made in the late thirties or maybe it was even from the forties … it was, to me one of the funniest records I’ve ever heard. The lyrics were great! They went:

John ….. Mary
Oh John John John! …
Mary … Oh Mary Mary Mary!
Johnnnnnnn …
Maryyyyyyyy …

John???
Mary!??

Oh … John …John

ETC…

Correction … after diligent search I found the 1951 Stan Freberg hit – “John and Marsha” .. not Mary at all and here it is:

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but I don’t want to change the Poetweet or this other great piece 😉

. /….

(I looked for on Google and YouTube, but alas, I couldn’t find it. On the other hand, several years later we were treated to this:

😉

This post was written for BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond on Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.  Thanks thotpurge for the great new form!

Shadorma – April 20, 2014

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Lake Garda  (Shadorma)

vacationing
perfume fills the air
sweet kisses
in the night
beneath the moon and starry sky
in early spring they walk

velvet sky
full moon and bright stars
lover’s walk
along the moat
water laps among the boats
in spring at Riva


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Shadorma Prompt

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Black and Yellow Feather Dreams

01_vurt_final-1024x640Black and Yellow Feather Dreams

I found the feather upon my bedside table one morning, and was fascinated by the exquisite combination of yellow swirled with black high lights.

“Did you leave a feather for me before you left this morning?” I asked David over the phone a few hours later?

“Feather, what feather…no, I didn’t leave anything for you this morning.” he replied.  In point of fact he was very accurate, not even an interesting memory.  We finished our conversation and I picked up the feather again.

‘Could make an interesting pen,’ I thought to myself  ‘just put in a refill…” which is precisely what I did.  I have a fantastic collection of half chewed-up pens…I can’t seem to go without gnawing on a pen when I’m thinking as I write.  I was thinking that I probably I wouldn’t chew on a feather, so a pen feather might be just the thing for writing my poetry without ruining my teeth!

That afternoon, I sat down for my two-hour session of poetry. I put the pen to the paper and then realized I didn’t have anything to write.  That sometimes happens, well it usually does, until I start chewing my pen and staring out the window.  I put the feather in my mouth and sucked it.

And as the winds of time blew wild
The demon of the deep did howl
Leaving Penelope to wring her hands
Thinking of his untimely death!

“Go back, oh creature of the night,
Leave off my life, go on your way,
For I am Penelope of the sky
No demon may walk near my path!”

I looked at the words that seemed to have written themselves.  To say I was perplexed is a mere understatement.  I was surprised, confused and completely lost.  I write simple little verse all light and honey…wherever did this stuff come from?  As I read the two stanza I sucked on my pen, and then started writing again.

And her god-head of life met his gaze
The demon of the lowly deep shuddered
And then an enchantment she uttered
Be gone foul beast, leave me now!

The demon howled yet again:
“I have your man within my powers
And if you suck that mixed yellow pen
The black will fill you ever more.

You feel your haunty majesty
You taunt me in your wicked rhymes
Yet know I’ve chosen to take you on,
My powers you’ll feel well-nigh!”

‘How extraordinary!’ I thought, ‘My muse has even incorporated this pen into my poem!’

I felt my head spin and a little nauseated too.  ‘I think this pen is making me sick though.’ I said to myself.  I got up and went to rinse out my mouth.  I spat out the yellow and black dye that had come off of the feather and thought I’d better go out for a walk to clear my head.

I never used the feather pen again, and so the poem remained unfinished.


Written for: Tale Weaver’s Prompt #3 “Vurt” – Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompt.

Haiku for HA – April 9, 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAfirst new olive leaves
the groves dress their new greenery
white doves are cooing

walking down the path
serenity’s companion
early springtime dawn

maelstroms agitate
paths through peaceful olive groves
reconcile the soul

peace in springtime
far from austere politics
birds mating in the sky

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With HA – To day we touch on peace!

Oskar Wild – April 8, 2014

Nikita Veprikov

Nikita Veprikov

Oskar Wild – Nonsense Poem

Oskar Wild
was his name
though wild
he was not
should have been Homer
as in Simpson
for he was
so lazy and
a lover of food.
When I think
of his tastes,
an ascetic
he was not.
He laid like a pasha
on his pillow and yawned
when he came from his wanderings
sometime around dawn…

I once saw a painting
of a kitty like him …
it sat on a pillow
as
contemplating
the ravages
of Dorian Grey …
he looked quite the Rimbaud
in a room hung with grapes
with fishy wall paper
and a flute in his face
he wore a red scarf,
he was quite a dandy
and a key hung from a tripod
on a broken golden chain …

I know not the meaning
of that painting my friends
and the cat was quite furless
as naked as sin,
Oskar was fluffy
though in all else he resembled
the cat
in the portrait
I saw somewhere one day,
and so,  thought of him.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – second try.

Wordle April 7, 2014

wordle31Silky pieces influence
The larval poet’s sonnet
Like latent lucid chrysalides
His winsome verses dilate
They flicker for a moment
Accented in carnival bright lights
Waiting to be recited
By the hookah smoking man
With his broken capillaries.

Inspried by Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Monday Wordle

Kitsune and Julie – A Fairy Tale

 

Padua

Padua

Once upon a time not so long ago, lived a beautiful girl named Julie in a small Italian village near Padua.  She had long auburn hair and green eyes and had an outgoing, sweet character.  Her mother had always encouraged Julie to trust people and to do her best to make other’s happy, this being an important part of her mother’s philosophy of life.

Unfortunately, when Julie was about 17, her mother had a terrible accident and died.  Her father though devastated was also one of those men who cannot live without a woman, so not many months after the accident he met a beautiful woman who had two sons and decided to marry her.  She was Japanese, her name was Kitsune.

Julie’s father was king in his field, a writer, with his own publishing house.  He’d already published some of Julie’s manga, upon his wife’s recommendation.  They’d had a certain amount of success.  Kitsune though was of the opinion that her new husband shouldn’t publish any more of his daughter’s work.

“Don’t you think that rather smacks of nepotism?” she said, “Besides, it can’t do much for her personality being exposed so young to the public like this.  You know, she’s already such a proud girl!”

Ah yes, Kitsune didn’t much like her new daughter, in fact she was completely adverse to having the girl around at all, thinking that she’d take away some of her husband’s affection.  In the meantime she did all she could do to promote her own son’s work!

“Now, you should read some of Akio’s and Daichi’s work.  They are very good and some of their manga have been acclaimed as poetically erotic by the best critics!”  In point of fact though, the critics who’d acclaimed their manga were none other than Kisune’s brother and cousin.

Julie in the meantime try as she might, could do nothing to win Kitsune over to her.  She was a helpful and obedient stepdaughter, but this only seemed to anger Kitsune more, until on the day of her 18th birthday, Kitsune ordered her out of the house, since she was an adult!  Her father, when she appealed to him could only say: “This is for the better my girl!  You’ve been all to haunty and proud thanks to your mother’s suggestion that I publish your work! It’s time you got out there and started living, instead of just taking advantage of me and my influence!”

So, she went to Padua, enrolled at the University, found herself a student’s apartment  and a job waiting on tables.

Julie immediately began to make friends and her professors were impressed with her writing talents.  One in particular liked her writing so much that he submitted one of her short stories to an editor, a rival of her father’s by the way, who was enthusiastic.  The professor set up a meeting between the editor and Julie.

The editor, Francesco, was a brilliant young man, in his late twenties.  He was not only very intelligent, he’d been able to create his own publishing house when he was nineteen, he was also very handsome and attracted all sorts of women around him.  When he met Julie, he was not only impressed with her personality and talent, he also was smitten by her beauty.  He immediately fell in love with her, but thought it would be better to keep his feelings a secret.

He told her that he wanted her to publish a manga based on the short story she’d written.  They began to see each other every day, ostensibly to follow her work,  he  was impressed with her drawings and story line. He was also impressed by Julie herself so that soon his resolve failed him and they became lovers.

Julie wrote to her father daily and told him all about the project, but she never got a reply.  Kitsune high-jacked her letters and encouraged her father to think that Julie was being proud and spiteful not writing to him.  In the meantime, Kitsune read all Julie’s letters and she was outraged that the girl was having so much success.

She sent her brother and cousin to Francesco’s publishing house with her son’s mangas.  Francesco was not impressed with the work and found them lacking in imagination but most of all he found them vulgar, little more than cheap pornography, which he told the two men right to their faces.

Julie’s manga was published in the autumn of that year.  Kitsune, who knew when the manga would be published mobilized all her contacts in the world of art, publishing and distribution,  pulling in personal favors, asking everyone she knew to give the manga bad critics and destroy all Julie’s and Francesco’s efforts to promote the story!  She also did all she could to keep her husband away from the news that day, serving him coffee in bed, then seducing him.  He never made it to the office that day.

Francesco realized that something was up.  He knew his own aesthetic talents and knew that Julie’s manga was of the highest quality, so he published the first few pages on-line creating a direct link to his publishing house for orders.  The public loved Julie’s manga and it was an instant success despite the bad critics in the newspapers.

The next morning, Kitsune went out to visit her sons.  Her husband, looking for a notepad, found Julie’s letters in Kitsune’s desk.  So he turned on his computer and went to visit Francesco’s web site.  He was impressed with what he saw and asked himself how he’d ever doubted his daughter’s talents.

When Kitsune returned home he confronted her with the letters and the web site.  The row that followed was terrible. Julie’s father asked himself how he’d ever let Kitsune  so seduce him that he’d done everything she wanted him to do for all those months.  Kitsune shouted and screamed stamping her feet, suddenly she turned into the witch she actually was.  He kicked her out of his home and began divorce proceedings immediately.  He also humbly got into contact with Julie, excusing himself for how blind he’d been.

The next day, Francesco and Julie returned to her home, where her father met them with great joy.  A few months later, they were married and the two publishing houses merged becoming the largest and most influential publishing house in Europe.

Needless to say, they lived happily ever after…and Kitsune?  She returned to Japan and made someone else’s live miserable.


 

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Fairy Tale Prompt

Now the prompt!  

Dive into the darker side of story telling and create your own fairytale where a step-mother causes trouble for the main character.  By Anja.

Haiku – Free Writing To Nature

Trees in Lagoon

Trees in Lagoon

springtime at dawning
lagoon’s forest mixed with trees
season’s reflections

walking on the beach
first signs of springtime glisten
gulls cry overhead

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA

Mollusk Maiden – Mindlovemisery Menagerie Photo Prompt

Mollusk Maiden – Multiple Tanka

© Tomoki Hayasaka

© Tomoki Hayasaka

Yo,  Mollusk Maiden
sitting in that dark gutter
what’cha gotta say
’bout your mollusk lover man
now he’s played around again

no wonder you’re off …
go get yourself some sunshine
can’t be much that man
slithering all around, I know
he’s been such an evil man

been such a cheater
but still you stay close to him
he must be special
’cause you keep forgiving him
he … only a mollusk man …

and she said

he’s my man you know
no matter what people say
he’s not true that’s sure
but he love’s me anyhow
he’s sweet and kind, not cruel

that’s his real problem
can’t say no to no one
doesn’t want to hurt
so he spends his love around
to any that happens by

but I know he’s mine
he loves me and he needs me
I understand him
he always comes back to me
’cause I’m his Mollusk Maiden

(why’s he so special
tell you in a word my friend
he’s a hot lover
and you can’t find one better
I forgive then off to bed)

😉

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Prompt