Prompt ‘In Anticipation’
100 Words (no words starting with N-Z lettersi in the first half, no words beginning with A-M letters in the second half, and no repeated words).
In anticipation, I had already ‘liked’ her music; and, as its lyrical content melted my heart, a heroine became evident.
Always attuned, Emilia Alimone, humming melodically; heartbeat keeping the beat, approached .
“Hello, handsome!” laughingly, lacking mockery.
“Hi!” managed by keeping calm, even allowing for energy levels accelerating above average. Awesome!
“What’s that?” she questioned. “You really shouldn’t whisper.”
“Sorry.” Oops! “Nothing worth repeating.”
“Okay.” Quizzically, then playfully, smiling secretively. “Some words Never see the surface.”
“Papa Pierre -Paris’s principal popcorn retailer.” Twinkling overtones reached right through this toughened tank of sobriety.
Somewhat sillily, someone somewhere replied: “Seriously?”
Baker: What has
Able: No! Scone!
Able: Ay, scone.
Baker: Just the one?
Able: Ay, a singularly singular 'scone!'
Baker: I'd call it a scöne!
Able: You would!
Baker: What's that supposed to mean?
Able: Tomatoes, potatoes, pineapples, scones!
It's the different way that you and I say the same things.
Able: Yes - took your time - you'd call it a 'nexotic' fruit;
whereas to me it's just a common everyday 'pineapple'.
Baker: What a lot of cahones you talk.
Able: No it's gone
Baker: Scone or scöne
Able: No! My sketch idea.
Able: A scone.
Able: Oh? Is that all you can say?
Baker: Well, I mean... it's a shame, and all that; but,
it was just a sketch about a... (slowly) ...scone.
Able: 'Just' a sketch?! It was a brilliant idea;
a work of genius; a creative masterpiece; a... a...
Baker: (blandly) ... sketch about a scone.
Able: Oh, you; 'you' wouldn't know a genius sketch about
a scone if it bit you on the backside!
Baker: Is that likely? 'Scone-Sketch Bites Man!'
Able: I can see the headline now.
Baker: Whatever! (leaves)
Able: He... 'sgone!
…am taking centre stage
(in an LBN – a little black number
which is slightly ‘off the wall’)
Am I on the right lines
As I preside over my court?
I focus upon the passers-by
who are by-passing the others to gaze
solely at my décolletage;
barely pausing at the collage next to me;
before also by-passing the purchasing of a single thing.
When suddenly, I descried someone wearing…
the exact same creation as me!
Imagine my total loss of elation.
I could have cried.
Now, side by side we stand;
Imperceptible in our differences
but, one of discerning tastes
Must have preferences…
Look at her page lines!
I, am the real
This poem was inspired by the two delightful pictures above by the Natural Connections artist Sarah Louise Baker.
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Saturday 8th November 2014, 6.30 – 8.30pm
An evening of poetry by The TeaPoet Collective responding to an exhibition of paintings and sculpture by artists from The Yard Studios at Rum’s Eg Gallery.
The work is on show at Rum’s Eg art and craft gallery in Romsey from 8 October to 9 November. You are invited to look at images of the artwork on the gallery website click here…. or visit the gallery in person and write your own poem. Please send poems to email@example.com or contact them for more information.
The poetry will be presented at this lively and informal event in the first floor Cafe at Rum’s Eg, with a bar and snacks on the night. The event is free but please email teapoets to let them know if you are coming.
Poets die in hot cars;
While doggerels lay exhausted in the heat of the midday sun
Lacking fluid and needing the shadow
Of Autum-te-dum leaves.
The sweat of a writer's brow trickles between lashes
And splashes of colour lighten up an otherwise dull shade of grey.
Old tomes lie, unread, unnoticed and largely unwanted
when minute devices carry their weight lightly
Politely giving up their words at the press of a button
Although some would think of Shakespeare as Lamb dressed up like Milton.
Or Brie compared to Stilton.
Poems die in a bright non-blaze of apathy
Lounging in cupboards and drawers; spouting off about charges and wars
When all the people want is a quick laugh
Without too much bother
"Brother, can you spare the time to read a book?"
And so it goes
Where it will end
The written word is fading and blurred
And will be long forgotten
When all things have occurred
That are happening now.
Learning to read?
What is the need?
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Walku 98 (Tennyson)
“Water to the left…”
“Water to the right…”
“Into the puddles!”
Walku 99 (A Walk in the Woods)
“Along forest paths
Through the winding woods we go…”
“Daddy will guide us.”
Walku 100 (Rover!)
“What’s ‘Roverandom?’ ”
“It is a book by Tolkein.
It’s about a dog.”
Walku 101 (and Rover again!)
“What does this dog do?”
“He has lots of adventures
And goes to the moon.”
Walku 102 (Rover and Out!)
“Is he big and brave?”
“No, pint-size; he is tiny –
Smaller than you are!”
Walku 103 (And Really Out)
“It’s not ‘quantity’
It’s the quality that counts –
And it’s there ‘I’ win!”.
#puppy # puppies
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(AKA ‘An Englishman an Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a bargain basement)
United Kingdom Haiku (not technically a country, but I thought that as it’s where I am – I would make an allowance).
(Well, that is the first line done)
Green and pleasant land.
Where Angles once met
With the Saxons and did stay
It is not Saxland!
Ireland, to be sure;
Emerald green and Guinness;
Top of the morning.
Haggis; Robbie Burns;
Bagpipes and a warm sporran;
Porage with some salt.
Iechyd da! they greet us
Yakki Darr is what we hear;
Good Morning to you!
Northern Ireland Haiku
Lough Neagh at its heart;
Ship-building and the ‘troubles’
Bangor is pretty.
NB and if anybody would like me to put up a haiku of theirs for their country of the world (and we can put some up for states of America, counties of Uk and Ireland, etc.) let’s see how that goes, shall we? Graeme:) –
Further Reference to the Flags used can be sought here:
Though it may not be found there!
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If you would like to take up the 51-syllable challenge of writing a Tri-Haiku then the best original m one sent to me (or posted for my notice) for consideration will win a mystery prize from my good self.
Add the hash-tag #trihaikucomp and / or message me and all entries will be entered into this ‘FREE’ competition. Winner to be announced at 12 Noon GMT on Saturday 1st November
As an example, I have written one for you to observe upon – good luck – Graeme;)
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