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[M]

Morning, Alex!

[M]

Great! We just finished breakfast. Now I'm off to the laundry room to see if I can come up with a story before the competition is over.

[M]

I had grapefruit and bowl of some cereal that tastes like blueberry-flavored cardboard.

[M]

I'm sure your story is better than mine is! As for that breakfast, it didn't do much for me, either.

[Guy]

M, that was very funny! I'll see if my story can get done before end of night - need to squeeze it in after work and pm chores.

Oops! 6:30 here, time to put the nose to the grindstone. Breakfast still 90minutes away - cranberry oatmeal cookie with freshly made loose leaf tea.

[Violent Vi]

Here's my spring haiku

Helicopters fall
Beautiful flower buds bloom
Cherry blossoms sprout

[M]

Excellent haiku, Violet!

[Guy]

Violet, a 'real' Haiku, as M likes to say and a mighty fine one too! Nicely done. And I think, your first here in Jessica's thread.

[M]

What can I say? Leading lambs astray is what I was put on this earth to do . . .


The bass dreams of worms
that live in damp, rotting leaves
of forgotten fall.

[M]

I have to go mow. I have no excuse for sitting here and having fun.

[Guy]

M too funny! And, actually, despite yourself, a real haiku. How odd! LoL.

[M]

If a flying squirrel
were to grow a beard, it would
not be half so weird.

[Guy]

If a flying beard
were to breed a chipmunk band,
fame would be fleeting.

[M]

Re: The Chipmunks.
More to be wished than fame is
that it be fleeting!

[Guy]

LoL!


It was Fleetwood's Mack
or maybe Fleet Foxes who
ended Chipmunk fame.

[M]

What ended their fame
is the question. What gave them
such indigestion?

Was it Fleetwood Mack
or chili mac or even
a Big Mac attack?

Neither consonants
nor vowels can diagnose
a chipmunk’s bowels.

[Guy]

Hey, here's a Haiku from the still shy Elisabeth - she wrote off mine, but it ties in with M's too. Again, her first ever Haiku.

A Semi Mack Truck
Creams a full bellied sly Fox.
Would a star be born?

[Guy]

Could deep fried road kill
Become the latest food fad
That Krispy Kreme stars?

[Michelle]

I spice the red meat
My dad says I spice it wrong
I must start over :(

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Was on site before
I have never tried this group
before I am new. . .

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

I might unjoin one
group called Coffee Discussion
said nonsense. . . I'm here!

LOL :P

[Guy]

Another one for Elisabeth, who has promised to sign up. This is in response to Guy's @ 911.


The Kreme de le Kreme
the needle is the choice fad
a deeply fried Brain.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Story 'bout a squirrel
It wanted to do art things
run down-- on display!

[Guy]

To squirrel away
Creativity's wonder
is a low down shame.

[Guy]

Creativity
Expresses the inner self
It is no man's shame.

[Guy]

Thanks, Al, but I assure you I couldn't do it without the inspiration I get from this group.

[M]

My long-haired muse, who,
smiling, conspire to tempt, con-
fuse me with desire!

[Michelle]

Her long red hair flows
From her head like a wildfire
Engulfing her face

[M]

Framed by fiery strands,
her pale eyes, like northern lights,
haunt unquiet nights.

[M]

Thank you, Alex! You’re far too kind. Your writing really does something for me, as well.

One way I deal with writer’s block is to turn the unwritten poem or story into the sort of challenge a puzzle is. It doesn’t always work. It didn't work with the story I started last week.

[Michelle]

M wrote: "What ended their fame
is the question. What gave them
such indigestion?

Was it Fleetwood Mack
or chili mac or even
a Big Mac attack?

Neither consonants
nor vowels can diagnose
a chipmun..."

WHOA. I did not expect that.

[M]

I think Michelle is doing pretty good! I like #924.

[Michelle]

Thanks!

[M]

And very nice, too! How to reply to this one . . .


The eerie shadows
of her eyes cautioned me of
what must happen soon.

Like reeds in shallows
were her replies in fingers
of late afternoon.

[Violent Vi]

I dont know if I can respond to that one M, but its a hackin awesome haiku! Here's another one

The wind blows kisses
Making my tender cheeks red
As I walk along

The snow beneath me
Sends chill shivers up my spine
Snowflakes falling light

[M]

Thank you, Violet!

“Snowflakes falling light . . .” Nice image.

[Guy]

Al, that was mighty fine! Mighty fine indeed. And Michelle, very beautiful. Violet, also evocative and immediate. Great imagery.

As to M's amazing writing, we Haiku old timers have been greatly spoiled with his creations. I highly recommend for those new to WSS Haiku to peruse the past. I go back a re-read them sometimes. The creativity is amazing.

Now what to write?

[Guy]

I have no idea why this came to mind from Violet's poem. But here it is:


The puckered blue lips
blew a quiet white lie vow
a snowman's I do.

Where flew rose petals
When they left your snow like skin
To face a cold night?

[M]

Too soon we wander
into high nettles. Aye, there’s
the rub-a-dub-dub--

dreaming of red rose
petals surrounding a blonde-
haired girl in a tub.

[Guy]

LoL!

[Guy]

Here is the tub's rub:
When with bathing blonde women
Remember to hum

Fever to produce
with warm and lush goat soap suds
A Mona Lisa smile.

[M]

“What are you humming?”
she asked languidly. “Is it
‘Asleep in the Deep’?”

Smiling and sliding
her legs around me, she seemed
to good not to keep.

[Guy]

It's always the legs
I tell the nice officer
That bring me to you.

Once the guy joins me
And hums Sea Lion Woman
My legs won't let go.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Michelle wrote: "Her long red hair flows
From her head like a wildfire
Engulfing her face"

Beautiful! love it!!!

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

The rain cried with him
It was when he spoke to Dad
He was in sorrow. . .

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

She and I were kids
Tiny romance, blinking, near
butterfly kisses. . . <3

[Guy]

The innocent child
Thought a kiss was how to taste
The sound of laughter.

When she grew older
She realized that a kiss
Opened hidden truths.

After time she found
That what she had thought she knew
Was just a fleeting ...

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Thunder I hear now
Sounds like grumbling, warning me
and I fear God then.

[M]

Guy, I’ll follow the “Sea Lion Woman” link when I have a faster connection. I’m just now catching up, and thoroughly enjoying what was written late last night!

A distant thunder,
like a kettle drum, wakens
me to chill midnight

and the truth of what
I’ve become since she murmured
and turned out the light.

[M]

How did you know I’d made a video of it? It hasn’t been released except in Yugoslavia and East Texas.