Monthly Archives: August 2014

Wal-ku 23-25 (Pub & Lick & Prickles) by Vega



Wal-ku 23



“Our first night-time walk;

We went to The Anchor Inn;

We never had crisps!”


Wal-ku 24



“Mum and Dad took us;

They had drinks and trained us

To ‘sit!’ and ‘lay down!'”


Wal-ku 25



“And on the way back

We discovered a ‘hedgehog!’

it ran away fast!”




















To My Fellow Poets on WordPress

redgladiola – words worth watching!


Sometimes, I wish I were another writer
That I could tease with scintillation
Warm bodies, odors, and tastes with grand fruition
Could move using music and frame colored mirages
Use a more daring line break
Than these stable horizontals

But for now, this is my poetry
This is me

Finding it hard to articulate with a minimal palette
I thank you for showing me new boundaries;
Some glorious osmosis is bound to happen!

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Haiku: ‘Twenty-Eight – The Haiku Race!’ By Graeme Sandford



“I really don’t care
If I’m being pedantic:

I don’t write Haikus !”



And what’s wrong with that?”
Questioned the two-cornered man,
Then he wrote seven.

“If I do write one…
Does it have to have a rhyme?”
Asked the cautious type.

“I am not ‘that’ keen;
Maybe it’s my veruka,”
He opined shyly.

The challenge began:
Two-Corners versus Cautious;
The crowd were silent.

Two-C wrote a lot;
Cautious started quite a few;
Some of them did rhyme.

At the mid-way point;
Two-C was well in the lead;
Cautious lacked paper.

Some of the haiku
Were disqualified for length
And some due to taste;

Too long or too short;
Too sweet or a little sour;
The judges were harsh!

More paper was sought
For Cautious to continue;
He’d filled up the bin!

He cried out “Paper!”
He made an awful loud din;
Would Cautious-Type win?

But the crowd did cheer,
When fresh paper was produced;
And Cautious he wrote.

‘With paper and pen
I can now write again, but,
Will have to count words.’

Then he crumpled it!
Added it to the mountain
Of discarded tripe.

T-C had been hot,
When he’d started his campaign;
But, now… Here’s the rain!

Umbrellas held high;
T-C and Cautious wrote on;
Their pencils did steam.

The crowd ‘ooohed’ and ‘aaahed’
Upon the edge of their seats;
The tension was high.

Cue T-C’s mad dash;
For the line in his poem;
He’d win all the cash.

The prize was at stake;
Cautious began to catch up –
Ever so slowly.

T-C saw the end
Of the race in the distance;
His syllables danced.

But, the judges true,
Did put a halt to his charge:
“Your count is too large!”

T-C had been lax;
Over syllables, syntax,
And with his ‘spelling.’

And, strangely, it was,
A photo-finish at last;
Who was the winner?

They looked at the print
Of them crossing the finish;
But, no hair between.

“It is a dead heat!”
Did announce the announcer
“Both of you ‘winners!’ “

The bookies were mad!
They would now have to pay out
A million pounds!

Whilst our two heroes;
Cautious, he smiled carefully,
T-C at the last…

Admitted with grace
“It was a three-cornered race!”
And then they shook hands.

Let’s Coauthor a Short Story

Add your line to this worthy work. G;)


You know that sentence game that involves each player adding to the previous person’s sentence to form a story? Let’s do that.

I will start by proposing an opening line below. You can keep it going by adding a followup line in the comments. Here’s the fun part: try to include an example of imagery, assonance, alliteration, metaphor, or simile, or any combination in your line. It’s not required, but suggested, to get you thinking.

You can either write a line to follow mine, or to follow someone else’s comment. You may quote the line you are following for the sake of clarity, or you may leave it up to interpretation by remaining ambiguous. Some lines may have multiple followings, some may not. As a result, I hope to create a largely open-ended story. There is no deadline, and you may comment as many times as you wish.

When the story…

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Writing Prompts That I Sometimes Use

This gallery contains 9 photos.

Originally posted on Writing and Works:
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Wal-ku 21-22 (On the beach & In the fields) by Vega



Wal-ku 21
‘On The Beach’
The single by Chris Rhea
Is fab! So Dad says!”

Wal-ku 22
“It wasn’t this beach;
Goatee Beach is ‘not’ for songs –
Dad is a nutcase!”







Haiku: ‘Twenty-Seven – Dolmio and Oubliette’ by Graeme Sandford


A Play in Three Parts

(‘also’ A Part in Three Plays)

Act 1, Scene 1, Line…

“One fine day – in May –

Our story does not take place

In fair Verona.

But in England’s… land…

It happens in happening;

And these our players.”

Enters Stage Left.

Dolmio: Where is the sun;

And where Oubliette?

Have my eyes crossed?

Will my star fall in this time?

Or shall we be met.

Enters. Oubliette:

How now, Dolmio, what’s up?

Though lookest perturb’d.

Dolmio: Ay, me!

I am of such strange humous;

Or mean I ‘humours?’

Oub: Dolmio, my;

Thou are surely in a state

Denmark, it is not!

Dol: Oubliette, fair;

Thou hast eyes to see my pain

And heart to feel it.

Act 1Scene 2 line

‘Twenty-nine years, but we have,

Between both of us.

Dear love, our parents

Do not love us together

As they do apart.

Quothéd Dolmio.

Fear not, noble Dolmio;

It will all end well.

Quothéd Oubliette.

In walk’d Semolina with

Her Tapioca.

Dolmio: Good-day!

Do not Lear at me, Sirrah!

Nor at I, Sirrah!

Ladies! I do not.

We saw you; didn’t we, Taps?

Yes, he was Learing!

Oubliette! In!

You shouldn’t be ‘here’ with ‘him!’

He’s not good enough!

Oubliette, love;

When can i see you again?

When can we share… this?

Oh, Dolmio, sweet;

Our joining will mend the breach

Twixt thine and mine house.

Act 1 Scene 3 Line…

“Up these ‘Children’ and servants

We shall end this here!”

Were thus the fierce words

Oubliette’s father spoke.

The houses were charg’d.

When all were arraign’d;

Questions were asked; the answers…

Were held to be false.

Dolmio was banned

From meeting Oubliette

With no chaperone.

Tapioca laughed;

Semolina wept (with joy);

Oubliette just wept.

The two young lovers

Pleaded for their love to be

– It was not to be.

With help of a nurse

And an apothecary

The two young virgins

Did separately,

Plan to deceive their parents;

Confirming their love.

All did not end well

And the foolish father cried:

“My poor fool is dead.”