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Prompt: In Anticipation

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.”

“Old saying?”

“Papa Pierre -Paris’s principal popcorn retailer.” Twinkling overtones reached right through this toughened tank of sobriety.

“Sex?”

Somewhat sillily, someone somewhere replied: “Seriously?”

Scone-Sketch Bites Man!

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Able:		Scone.
Baker:		What has
Able:		No! Scone!
Baker:		Scone?
Able:		Ay, scone.
Baker:		Just the one?
Able:		Ay, a singularly singular 'scone!'
SD(Pause)
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.
Baker:		Oh. 
SD(Pause)
Baker:		Pineapple?
Able:		Yes - took your time - you'd call it a 'nexotic' fruit; 
		whereas to me it's just a common everyday 'pineapple'.
Baker:		Oh.
SD(Pause)
Baker:		What a lot of cahones you talk.
SD(Pause)
Able:		No it's gone
Baker:		Scone or scöne
Able:		No! My sketch idea.
Baker:		Upon?
Able:		A scone.
Baker:		Oh!
SD(Pause)
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!

Lines Upon a Page (LBN)

I…

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…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…

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almost

the exact same creation as me!

Imagine my total loss of elation.

Just imagine!

I could have cried.

Now, side by side we stand;

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Imperceptible in our differences

almost

but, one of discerning tastes

Must have preferences…

Look at her page lines!

I, am the real

deal.

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This poem was inspired by the two delightful pictures above by the Natural Connections artist Sarah Louise Baker.

For more information, visit:http://www.hampshireartandcraft.org/community–fundraising-events.html

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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 natural@teapoet.org.uk 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

Poets die in hot cars
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
Then another
Without too much bother
"Brother, can you spare the time to read a book?"
"A what?"
And so it goes
Where it will end
Nobody knows.
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?

Walkus 98-103 (Tennyson, Walks & Rover) by Vega & Haiku

haiku-poetry walkus 98-103

Walku 98 (Tennyson)

Vega:
“Water to the left…”
Haiku:
“Water to the right…”
Both:
“Into the puddles!”

-/-

Walku 99 (A Walk in the Woods)

Vega:
“Along forest paths
Through the winding woods we go…”
Haiku:
“Daddy will guide us.”

-/-

Walku 100 (Rover!)

Haiku:
“What’s ‘Roverandom?’ ”
Vega:
“It is a book by Tolkein.
It’s about a dog.”

Walku 101 (and Rover again!)
Haiku:
“What does this dog do?”
Vega:
“He has lots of adventures
And goes to the moon.”

Walku 102 (Rover and Out!)
Haiku:
“Is he big and brave?”
Vega:
“No, pint-size; he is tiny –
Smaller than you are!”

Walku 103 (And Really Out)

Haiku:
“It’s not ‘quantity’
It’s the quality that counts –
And it’s there ‘I’ win!”.

-/-

Haiku today is going on her first solo Walkus - 4 penned with a wistful feel to them.

#puppy # puppies

All-Around-The-World Haiku (a haiku [or more] a day for World Poetry Day 21st March 2015)

World Poetry Day plus 1

(AKA ‘An Englishman an Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a bargain basement)

18th October

Flag England

United Kingdom Haiku (not technically a country, but I thought that as it’s where I am – I would make an allowance).

United Kingdom

(Well, that is the first line done)

Green and pleasant land.

-/-

Flag England

England Haiku

Where Angles once met

With the Saxons and did stay

It is not Saxland!

-.-

Flag Ireland

Ireland Haiku

Ireland, to be sure;

Emerald green and Guinness;

Top of the morning.

-/-

Flag Scotland

Scotland Haiku

Haggis; Robbie Burns;

Bagpipes and a warm sporran;

Porage with some salt.

-/-

Flag - Wales

Wales Haiku

Iechyd da! they greet us

Yakki Darr is what we hear;

Good Morning to you!

-/-

Flag Nortern Ireland

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:Flags - Fun-with-Flags

Though it may not be found there!

-/-

Tri-Haiku (2nd ‘free’ FlashComp!)

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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;)

//

Graeme Sandford

Eight Walkus (89-93 with variations) by Vega & Haiku

Walkus 89-93

Walku 89 (Forest 1)

Haiku:
“How ‘New’ did you say?”
Vega:
It is a thousand years ‘New!’ ”
Haiku:
“Wow! How ‘New’ am I!”
-/-
Walku 90 (Forest 2)

Vega:
“The forest, at night…
Is much, much, much… much darker…
Haiku:
“Than in the daytime?”
=/=
Walku 91 (Career Path – Dad’s Attempt)
Haiku:
A Llama-Farmer
He said he’d had a break-in;
Fitted an alarm!
=/=
Walku 91a (Career Path?)

Vega:
Was that one of Dad’s?
Haiku:
He ‘was’ trying to rhyme it –
But, mine is ‘better!’
-/-
Walku 91b (Career Path – Haiku’s better attempt)

Haiku:
“A Llama Farmer?”
Vega:
“It’s a secure job, Haiku.”
Haiku:
“No cause for alarm!”

-/-

Black Llama

Walku 91c (When you grow up…)

Haiku:

“When you do grow up…”

Vega:

“You trying to be funny?”

Haiku:

“…you will look like that!
-/-
Walku 92 (Joke 1)
Haiku:
“How do wet dogs smell?”
Vega:
“I don’t know – how do they smell?”
Haiku:
“Awful!”
Vega:
“Like that joke.”
-/-
Walku 93 (Puppy Banter)
Haiku:
Where’s Quasimodo?
Vega:
I’ve got a hunch he’ll be back!
Haiku:
That name rings a bell!
-/-
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15 (Yet More) Variously Random Haiku (31-45)

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Advertising Random Haiku 15-30

So many requests

About my haiku – but, hey!

I’m publishing more!

-/-

Jog Haiku

A Jog is the thing

To get my old heart pumping

But, I’m no dummy.

-/-

Work Haiku

Have to rise early

Then work all God’s longest hours

To earn but a crust!

=/=

Poem 6 for National Poetry Day (5th Haiku)

“So busy writing

That I don’t read all your posts;

I apologise.”

-/-

One random haiku?

Short and sweet – and just for you!

Did you expect more?

-/-
Haikus for sale here –

Get them while they are still hot –

Or you may miss out!

-/-
Haiku are ‘today’ –

Limericks are ‘yesterday’ –

Sonnets ‘tomorrow!’

-/-
This is a haiku –

And these are also haiku –

A lot of haiku!
-/-
This is a haiku –

And there are also Haiku

A lot of haiku!

-/-

I do write a lot

And a lot of that is rot

But these are not – quite!

-/-

Prompt (about Christopher Columbus) 

Fourteen ninety two

He sailed o’er the ocean blue

(With Amerigo).

-/-

(prompt – what I saw when I woke up today)

Another day ahead;

My lady to get to work;

And haikus to write!

-/-

Prompt (shock) 

She ‘did’ wave at me;

I was not expecting it –

Sort of a shock-wave!

-/-

Prompt (fall)

I sheltered this fall

From the leaves falling from trees-

A leafy fall-out.

-/-

Sep 28: 25

Sleep will not visit

It shall not stay a short while

Never mind a long!

-/-

#dialogueforaplay Tweets 41-50

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41

Dr P: More important – Who are you?

Dr 1: Whom!

Dr P: Let’s not argue over grammar!

Dr 1: (bitter) She started it!

Tbc

42

Dr P: You!

Dr 1: Me!

DC Acey: Are you?

Dr P: Yes!

DC Acey: And you?

Dr 1: Yes!

DC Acey: My Uncles!

Dr P: My God!!!!

Tbc

43

Dr 1: Grandma Whom was a fine old lady – who had the bad grace to live too long and, when she died, made cats rich!

Tbc

44

Dr P: You never liked Grandma… or cats!

Dr 1: What is there to like about cats?

DC Acey: Ladies! Handbags away!

Tbc

45

Dr 1: He started it!

DC Acey: And I’m stopping it!

Dr P: I never liked you!

DC Acey: What I do?

Dr 1: He means me!

Tbc

46

DC Acey: I’m Harold Whom – and this is not my ‘twin’ brother. No, the deceased! Dr P; I know that, I’m your father!

Tbc

47

Dr 1: Any chance of a recap!

Dr P: It’s a bit early, old stick; the sun’s not over the yard arm yet – is it Harold? Tbc

48

DC Acey: That’s the stiff! He’s extremely unlikely to have an opinion – on anything!

Dr P: Do we know who he is?

Tbc

49

Dr P: And before you say it, I was talking about the stiff; and not Dr 1.

Dr 1: Do we know yet who the stiff was?

Tbc

50

DC Acey: No! You cannot call the deceased ‘The Stiff’ – it’s disrespectful!

Dr P: But, he has gone somewhat stiff!

Tbc

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