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Sep 14, 2014 06:08PM
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His dive was fasterthan a goalie; her bullets
so rapidly flung.
A quick inspection
found him un-holey; her aim
not sharp like her tongue.
A hunchback in FranceDied with the bell bottoms on -
The clappers, not pants!
Now that dead ringer
Will never again linger
with church bells in France.
See?
It's not all that hard to do if you do it badly! :-D
Their wedding bells rangin the dell. The loveliest
thing in creation,
his bride, said, “Diet,
farewell!” Lon found in his bed
a blonde cetacean.
M wrote: "Their wedding bells rangin the dell. The loveliest
thing in creation,
his bride, said, “Diet,
farewell!” Lon found in his bed
a blonde cetacean."
Hmmm.. .You didn't comment on mine, so should I comment on yours? Something like, "mermaids are not whales!"? LOL!
Paula, I was going to try to follow with something about France, but I drew a blank and ended up just going with bells. I wasn’t clever enough to do something with “bell bottoms” (bottoms of bells).
Maybe I should have tried “bottoms of belles.”
She gorged on pizza,outgrew her clothes. A neighbor
shouted, “Thar she blows!”
Ryan’s “A quick inspection / found him un-holey” is worthy of the W.S.S. Haiku Hall of Fame of Greatest Lines.
M wrote: "Ryan’s “A quick inspection / found him un-holey” is worthy of the W.S.S. Haiku Hall of Fame of Greatest Lines."Almost every Haiku Ryan writes is worthy of the hall of fame, except of course the one in which he turns a mermaid into a whale. We'll just let that one go. . .LOL!
Now I'm blushing! Thank you, Paula. I'll try not to do anything so fishy again :)
Her trenchcoated formin the driving rain hurried
past fastened shutters,
to the cast-iron Halles
that loomed by the Seine, where fruit
stank in the gutters.
Lol M and Al. The lute player's notes
Were dulcet but oh so sad
That fruit fell from trees
The fruit was gobbledby striped warthogs spawned in murk
of moss-festooned bogs.
Their leader grumbled,
“What’s the hype? These Flanders figs
are not even ripe.”
One muttered, “Nothing
ruins fruit like dulcet notes
from a round-backed lute.”
The warthogs vanishedin the gloom, rank, discussing
Heidegger and Hume.
Eyes wide, they dartedbehind a tree and whispered,
“Who said, ‘Hehehe’?”
Cheeks stuffed with fireflies,the politicians bickered,
villagers stumbled.
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sorry, not quite right there.
Mouths filled with both feetThe politicians mumbled
And the people laughed.
His reckless candorgone, his mission was to be
a politician.
I love the “cheeks stuffed with fireflies”! Jim has a way of saying things with images. The relation of the image to the message is immediate and powerful because it takes place largely on a subliminal level.When I read “cheeks stuffed with fireflies,” an image appears instantaneously in my mind of a gluttonous bird.
His feckless ganderKept him from seeing the truth,
He was just a goose.
Without her frecklesThe woman with the red hair
Felt less than she is.
I want to add to Jim's starting 7812. :)Politics promise
in public for votes: butter-
flies! All things you dote.
I am a patronand patronage is the game
I play in dotage.
Fat, full of hot air,in her dotage she swam, known
most for her floatage.
In water she floatsWith a humming bird's soft grace
And wet cigarettes.
Cigarettes piled highon his ashen floor; fingers
nimble. "Just one more..."
Svelte and stylishlyashen, her trousers and heels
the latest fashion,
she seemed far away,
made vague replies, and lured me
with her Mucha eyes.
Such a fool I wasto seduce her; no-one said,
"Her name's Medusa!"
How was I to knowThat the snakes she had for hair
Would get me so stoned
That unlike the snake of life
I would become hard with truth.
As a stone-faced manI watched life unfold unlived
And my truth crumble.
"...weird. But good." I can live with that. And that's the tooth. Er. I mean truth! LOL. Hello Hannah!
Ashes to ashesAre nothing to stone made sand
With both feet of clay.
The river bank's clayFelt the mammalian feet
But longed for the hands
With the strength and skill they need
To make its heaviness light.
Serenity, peacehearts pattered as the river
poured its pure bounty.
A moon sketches mossstoles of cypresses rising
from the black water.
(Beautiful, M)The slow moon recedes
cold water invades, sinking
into her slumber.
The moon- bright pirate!Calling its course, seething star seas
on a frothing cloud.
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