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[M]

What an evocative phrase--a ghouly old soul!

[M]

Zombified, the king
could be unruly--could sing!--
a groovie goolie.

[Ryan]

Hah! These are really good. Great fun to read :)

[M]

Thank you, Ryan! A 5-7-5 a day keeps old-age dementia at bay.

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There ain't no tune high
or low enough to keep him
from his shower head.

[Guy]

The radiohead
Sang into a shower head
To ape a deadhead.

[Julie]

From Julie:

Old radiohead
Was wired for sound, ablution
block did shower rock!

[Guy]

The rocker was washed
out, arrayed in faded jeans,
humming the last waltz.

[Julie]

From Julie,

Rocker was singing
Along, Rock and Roll was not
Noise pollution, yeah!

[Guy]

Only the noise knows
Where the rhythm of a rock
Rests in soundlessness.

[Kendra]

Guy wrote: "Only the noise knows
Where the rhythm of a rock
Rests in soundlessness."

The rocks are playing
a crescendo of sound as
every rock sings.

[Guy]

Not skipping a beat
The rocks dance on the surface
Until they do not.

[Nadia]

Dance does fade away
When the ocean has its way
Wave upon wave falls.

[M]

Breakfast pastries plumped
the tones of the band once famed
as the Rolling Scones.

[Guy]

[Lol!]

[Julie]

From Julie:

Scones went Rolling down
The river, Nautical hard
Tack, scones were hard as.....

[M]

Their vocals, round, soft,
and doughy, went over big
at Nether Stowey.

[M]

(I realize that doesn’t really follow. Sorry.)

[M]

Slumped in waiting rooms’
dim grottos, we dreamed of scones
and macchiatos.

[Ryan]

In the battle for
most-uttered prayers, church pews lose
to waiting room chairs.

[Julie]

From Julie:

Instead of waiting,
Read Web MD, self testing
Terminal illness!

[M]

Julie, I regret to say that I’m familiar with WebMD. Ryan, your metrics are flawless, your observations astute.

[Ryan]

Thanks, M. It was a fun series to join in on.

[M]

The blonde crossed her legs
uneasily, coughed, and leafed
through a WebMD.

[Nadia]

Tuberculosis,
or pneumonia it could be
or even the croup

[Guy]

The croupier went dumb
She'd lost her voice eating dice
Sucking on her thumb.

[M]

Her doctor looked tense.
“I’ve seen your scan. Do you have
a burial plan?”

[M]

He was both dealer
and croupier, dawn never
more pea-soupier,

as they gurneyed her
through the tiled gloom and into
a glistening room.

[Julie]

From Julie:

The doctors were kind,
"Blink if you turn blue, now mind,
We're sued, not alive!!!!!

[Ryan]

The moon on our lake
razes quicksilver fingers
on night's broken shards.

[Paula Tohline]

Time can heal some wounds.
But time will create the scars
that last forever.


(Hi, Gang! See? I'm still around. . .)

[M]

(Wow, Ryan! Hi, Paula!)

[Ryan]

(Thanks, M. Hi, Paula.)

[Paula Tohline]

M wrote: "(Wow, Ryan! Hi, Paula!)"

Hi back at ya!

[Paula Tohline]

Ryan wrote: "(Thanks, M. Hi, Paula.)"

And another hearty Hi-Ho to you too!

[M]

In moonlight’s flickers,
old fishing floats among reeds
seemed dancing eighth notes.

[Julie]

From Julie:

Float Ratty and Mole,
In their little row boat, in
The river of time.

[Anna]

Morning brings sunshine and grace
A gift from above
Tomorrow has a new hope

I think that is correct let me know if I counted wrong

[Julie]

From Julie:

Morning comes any-
way, may all your troubles be
little ones today!

[Nadia]

Anna wrote: "Morning brings sunshine and grace
A gift from above
Tomorrow has a new hope

I think that is correct let me know if I counted wrong"

Hi Anna, usually Haiku is done in a syllabic pattern of 5-7-5, rather than the 7-5-7 pattern you did. It was a beautiful piece though. :)

[Nadia]

This day dawns anew,
New found life. Redemption.
Grace covers multitudes.

[Anna]

Well at least I got the numbers right even if they weren't in the right order

[M]

Write 5-7-5’s!
Such thrills, they’re the ultimate
in refillables.

What pharmacist loves
counting out pills as I love
counting syllables?

[Guy]

Anna wrote: "Well at least I got the numbers right even if they weren't in the right order"

And in this game thread, myself and others have been known to play with the official meter, so no problem. It just adds to the fun.

[Guy]

The new day's new dew
Blessed a thousand leaves of grass,
Bedewed the ado hair-do

[M]

The kingdom’s reviled
judiciary were old,
stooped, fanged, and hairy.

[M]

They lounged, long-haired, cut
another lit class, smoking
Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.

[Guy]

:-)

[M]

(I kept trying to follow grass and hair-do, but I never quite got there.)

[Anna]

Lounging back, rest, peace

Vacation never gets old ever

Send, son, my new home

Did I can't right I think I did it 575