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She peeled off her dressand persona, munched hors d’oeuvres,
sipped a Corona.
Her wedge of lime acrudités, without dressing,
unabashed and fey.
Julie London moanedfrom a turntable as dusk
muted the patio.
From Julie (even if I do not drink!!)Join my new hobby---
Drink wine on my patio!
Friends with wine I'll see!!!!
“Don’t drink anymore,”counseled Tess, pulling a cork,
“or drink any less.”
staying together tightly closelaughing crying in harmony
even apart we still are friends
As Tuxedo MaskEnters room, spoiler alert,
Eclipsed Sailor Moon.
A harvest moon’s breezeswayed paper lanterns. Napkins
took flight like great moths.
Look! It is Mothra!Let's run! Now comes Godzilla,
My vacation ruined.
From Julie,Godzilla! What? My
Dreaming all day, vacation
Imagination!
“The men here?” she sighed.“Nothing but bores. What I want
is something that roars!”
Her languid phrasinggave us shivers. By song’s end,
we’d all cried rivers.
From Julie--Rivers of Whinese,
Inner crank if you so please,
Best is smiles to see!
(Good to have a giggle!)
Her gaze was sultry.Her walk was swank. Her hand knew
how to find the crank.
And how disarming
her laugh, as she turned old songs
on the phonograph!
From Julie:Old songs, all those hits
around, we were closer to
the ground, Rock and Roll
Shall never die, Rock
And Roll ain't noise pollution!
Must keep on rockin!!!!!
With cane and walkerHe was on stage her rocker
Croaking Joe Crocker.
He fell to the floor
Convulsed like he was on tour
His heart beat no more.
"Oh my!" she cried"My star just died
In the middle of my favorite song!"
She hid and wept,
no tears were left
Her eyes closed with a sigh.
A shrine she did make,but what took the cake? A song:
American Pie.
From Julie:In the midnight hours...
American idol, she
Had licence for love!!!
A Spanish guitar’sstrum left her supple with lust
and Barbados rum.
Her fast run on rumLike a flamenco hand's strum
Had her hot to hum.
(This doesn’t follow, for which I apologize. It came to mind today at lunch, when I was looking something up in a French dictionary.)She petted her peeves--
the most bizarre a hissing
and spitting bête noire.
I once had two handsbelow my sleeves, back before
I tried to pet Peeves.
(I second that LOL. Cleverly done, Ryan!)
OK, I'm peeved.Something lyrical,
Is Ariana Grande
Seven syllables?
Answer: No: (ɑriːˈɑːnə: ˈɡrɑːndei:)
*And a Haiku using 7 words is a Peeve
Seven syllables?What to do with that?
It's shorter than the simplest math.
(I couldn't come up with anything better(at the moment))
I embrace seven peevish sins:Bad syllabifications
And haiku-ifications.
To my famished eyesher curves were manna--long-haired,
lithe Ariana.
Neither here nor there,But cool, discrete mathematics
Applied to Peeves Rule.
A Peeve is a Haiku using only 7 words.
Very cool, Mark. Much harder than it looks at first glance.
Waxing lyricalon mathematical peeves
becomes musical.
Leaf light slants through blinds,casts the flickering blue notes
of Monday morning.
Ryan wrote: "Waxing lyricalon mathematical peeves
becomes musical."
Very well done Ryan! Perfectly Peevish. :-)
The challenge is space,Oversimplification
And rigidity.
[Sorry, this doesn't follow. I went for a Peeve.]
From Julie:Time and Space in a
Now Haiku continuum,
Quantum mechanics,
Stuff dreams are made of--
"Sing to me, O Muse!" Poets
say in someone's heart.
A Poe psychosisI once had, and I nearly
went stark raven mad.
Nice one!Scared by what they saw,
they locked me in a chamber;
chained for nevermore.
Way to go Ryan, a Form L, and Guy, a Form H, very difficult.Sorry to inject such nonsense. Thanks for understanding.
Prose and mathematics,Interdisciplinary,
Both so pragmatic.
(Peeve, Form O)
M wrote: "A Poe psychosisI once had, and I nearly
went stark raven mad."
Love this one M.
Ryan wrote: "Nice one!Scared by what they saw,
they locked me in a chamber;
chained for nevermore."
Clever Ryan.
She often mingledmath and prose, adding coy lines,
subtracting her clothes.
(following off Ryan's)Enthusiastic
oversimplifications!
I'm locked, chained and peeved!
(sorry, forgot to refresh my browser before I posted)
Connie, Brilliant!Life is of season.
Winters decay, gives way, to
Spring's optimism.
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But mine is a malcontent
And chooses darkness,
To be without the lightness
That gives me my self an I.