Wishing you all a wonderful 2018. Hoping that all the words turn out right for you.
And I thank you for all those ‘likes’, ‘comments’, ‘re-blogs’ and ‘follows’
Thank you
Graeme:)
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‘Last’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge
Any Haiku you like –
As long as it has ‘last’ in
It – I can do that.
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The Fourth Wall
The other three are built
And much effort has been spilt
In their construct;
But; the fourth wall
Isn’t present;
So, I ask you: “Will the ceiling stay up?
And is there a floor,
A firm foundation,
Upon which to set this piece upon?
Or is the whole thing flawed?
Are you even listening to what I am saying?
Or are you just playing lip service to all this?
When the first three walls were erected,
Was the fourth wall expected
To follow
To complete
The building process.
Does one wall less
Make for less overall?
Is less more?
Or is more less?
Hey! I am talking to you out there!”
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‘Thrill’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge
The fifth rill was best;
The other four were quite lame
And gave us no buzz.
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#SoCS Linda G Hill’s ‘Resolution’ See Here For Details
NB I set myself a 10-minute limit for these SoCS writes. If, at the end, am within a Gnat’s musical crotchet of finishing an idea, I mark where the timer hit 10-minutes and I may just round up the idea to the satisfaction of the discerning reader. G:)
Dear sir, we thank you for ‘all’ of your e-mails, letters, faxes and that telegram about your fascinating ideas for sorting out our problems.
We, however, regretfully are in no position to accept any of your stimulating solutions to the difficulties that we are experiencing as regards to our ‘occurrence’.
We also thank you kindly for the many diagrams and intriguing theories upon the creative uses of our current situation, against our possible (and potential) outcomes.
Nowhere in our vast repository of intelligence and recorded data is there anything at all in any way alike to your insinuating conclusions.
Furthermore, we appreciate all the pretty pastel pictures that you have sent us. We are sorry to say that, as we have no refrigerator doors to put them upon, we have put them in a drawer marked ‘pastel pictures’ – this just about sums up our dearth of ideas when it comes to creative labelling.
Please keep sending us your solutions to our problematic existences – we are desperate to move on from the stagnant mire where we seem to be bogged down.
PS if you could post your hokum to us in blue envelopes we could direct them more efficiently. That really* does sum us up, doesn’t it?
Yours, Solutions Inc.
*Timer sounded here.
Do lizards have gizzards;
Or, I have to ask, do Wizards
Go out in blizzards?
Or do they not?
Do bats like gnats
And do they wear hats
When out on the town
Bats, that is, not gnats –
That would just be silly.
Do moles talk to voles
If they happen to pass
Like ships in the night
At dusk or first light?
And when is a glass
Half empty or full
Or not half empty at all?
Why do birds suddenly appear?
And what do you call a deer with no ideas?
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(#26) t a houseman presents:
his poem: ‘it’s been a while’
it’s been a while
since i wrote my last poem
and that ended in disaster.
i hope this one has a happy ending
and doesn’t need a plaster.
i should write more,
i should write faster;
but, perhaps, to do so
may end in disaster.
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‘Blame’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge
Hark the tabla men
As they play their instruments!
Jazz? It’s not their fault!
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From the prompt at Carrot Ranch
Of ‘Wishing Star’ for December 28th’s Flash Fiction
–//–
When
You
Wish upon a star…
Does a feeling of calm wash over you?
Or, do you get all agitated,
Like a pea in a whistle
As it is blown
In order to signify…
Something?
I wish upon stars
Every night
When I know that
They
Have never wished upon me…
Ever.
I wish it were true
That when you wished
Upon a star
Your dreams turned pale blue.
Or Banana yellow;
Because,
I am a strange sort of fellow.
I bet you wish that you were,
Too.
So, next time
You
Wish upon a star,
Think like me.
–//–
If wishes were fishes
And swam away
Never to be seen again
I wouldn’t be surprised.
If fishes were wishes
Could I bear to catch one
If dishes were dashes
And dots wore spots
Who would know
Where the wild things grow?
If moustaches grew on trees
In threes,
Would they be more fashionable
Upon wasps or bees?
If I wanted to make a wish
What would I make it out of?
Paper?
Cardboard?
Peanut butter?
Or something altogether ethereal?
Like cereal.
Yes, I do;
But, I wish I had a bowlful.
Don’t you?
Do wishes ever come true?
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