Tag Archives: silly poem

Cold-Hearted, Short Little Prompt Poem

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 I woke up to this prompt from Forgottenman:
No friggin’ idea why, but I just conjured up a three-word prompt: anvil, fluffy,                        sediment. Do with them as you will or not. (Yeah, I needa head to bed.)
I’ve said before that I am game for any challenge, so here goes:

Cold-Hearted
You’re fluffy as an anvil, as sweet as cod liver pie.
The sediment from the hearts you’ve broken piles up so high
that you can’t be seen behind it, so there you sit, alone.
reflecting on the shattered loves for which you must atone.

Image by Kasia Darenda on Unsplash. And this poem, although written in the second person, is not directed at the prompter. 

 

 

Feeling Owly

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Feeling Owly
(But Owl Be Okay)

When I’m feeling owly and in no mood to talk,
better that you leave me and take a little walk.

Cuz when I’m feeling owly, I don’t like being rushed.
Owly just increases when a girl is feeling crushed.

So leave me to be whooo I am and go be whooo you are.
Leave me in my owly funk and jump into your car

and be off on your business, out in the world’s wild hum.
When I’m in a mood like this, feeling sorta glum,

it’s best to leave me all alone, feeling my mood’s crunch.
Once in a while I feel the need to join the owly bunch!

 

This silly poem actually took me 4 minutes to write. I used the other two minutes to edit and format. Ended in exactly 6 minutes!!! No piece of great literature, but it fulfilled the prompt.

For Stine’s Six Minute Challenge: Write for six minutes about the photo provided above. 

Grandma’s Birthday Confessions (For Sunday Whirl Wordle 620)

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This might have been a better choice for Grandma’s Birthday Cake.

Grandma’s Birthday Confessions

A trick of fate has caused my skin to rumple, thin and bruise.
My limbs are merely spindles and my breasts simply refuse
to remain in their stations!  My locks once shiny gold
have dimmed to dullest silver, thus making me look old!
Of late, I find the edges of things have grown less clear.
I bump myself on door frames and on table tops. I fear
I may have a slight problem with my peripheral vision
which upon occasion has created much derision
on the part of youngsters, whose laughter, I suppose
has something to do with the lipstick on my nose.
And if you wonder why my bangs are so oddly fringed,
please don’t blame my hair stylist. I fear that they were singed
when I tried to blow the candles out on my birthday cake.
Who knew they’d use one candle for each year, for heaven’s sake?

The words for Sunday Whirl Wordle 620 were: late edge spindle skin rumple  fate trick slight singe dim limb

Cheesecake: for the Three Things Challenge, Sept 10, 2023

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Cheesecake

When we choose to display ourselves
on runways, beaches, screens or shelves,
we should be careful that we don’t show
more than we want the world to know.

 

For Three Things Challenge the three words are: DISPLAY SHOW SHELVED
photo borrowed from the Internet.

 

Ode to Avolition

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Image by Kenny Zhang on Unsplash.

 

Ode to Avolition

Those lacking in expedition
are victims of avolition.
Opposite of blind ambition,
slingshot with no ammunition,
no task brought to its fruition.

Old stories with no new edition,
goals lacking ample nutrition
sink into utter perdition,
prompting purpose’s sedition,
birthing lethargy’s tradition.

What prompted this poem written at 4 a.m.this morning?  This Skype conversation with Forgottenman.  I woke up at 1 a.m. after 4 hours sleep.  He was still awake, thus a three hour conversation that included these lines:

Judy: Are you ever playing your guitar?
Forgottenman,03:19 AM
No. Still haven’t replaced the broken string.
Judy: 03:19 AM
Do you have a set of strings or need to buy them?
Forgottenman, 03:20 AM
I have 2 sets of new strings. Just … I don’t know.
03:21 AM
Judy: You don’t know where they are or don’t know why you don’t restring it?
Forgottenman, 03:22 AM

The new strings are right there. I just can’t. I might be this. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avolition

Avolition, as a symptom of various forms of psychopathology, is the decrease in the ability to initiate and persist in self-directed purposeful activities.[1] Such activities that appear to be neglected usually include routine activities, including hobbies, going to work and/or school, and most notably, engaging in social activities. A person experiencing avolition may stay at home for long periods of time, rather than seeking out work or peer relations.

Thanks for the prompt, Forgottenman, unintentional as it was. Couldn’t fall asleep until I practiced the opposite of avolition, resulting in this poem.

And, why not just link with dVerse Poets??? HI, Guys. Missed the live reading, but…just a case of avolition!!!

And here is the regular link to dVerse Poets.

Crazy Socks

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Sock

Click on these gaudy socks to see them in more glorious detail!!!!!

Crazy Socks

Don’t feel that you must explain
a choice in socks that seems inane.
Sunflowers or checks or plaid
or other patterns in which you gad
should be nobody’s choice but yours.
Black socks are gloomy. White socks bores.
If you would please from top to toe,
choose the socks that make you glow.

Sox that glitter, clash or shock
better propel you ’round the block.
Those who balance on fashion’s fence
may well question your fashion sense
if you wear socks with chickens on them.
But go ahead and buy and don them.
You’ll start the day in mood more spritely
if you dress your feet more brightly!!!

 

 

For the Wednesday Prompts Weekly Challenge: Socks

Dear Genie (A Note Affixed to a Bottle) for dVerse Poets

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Dear Genie (A Note Affixed to a Bottle)

Dear Genie  (A note Affixed to a Bottle)

Get back into the bottle. You’re doing nothing right.
The Adonis I requested just the other night
turned out to be the plumber. He got here around nine,
but the pipes he chose to work on were not any pipes of mine.
A problem with your hearing is a possibility,
so for now there’s only one more wish that I would ask of thee.
A doctor of ear, nose and throat you need to visit, please,
for when I requested money, you brought me hives of bees.
Now I’ve sufficient honey and beeswax it appears—
almost as much as I imagine you have in your ears.
As it is, each thing I wish for occasions my new fears.
So you’re confined to quarters ’til your hearing reappears!

For dVerse Poets: Bottle

Prompted, Aug 23, 2023

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So, late last night, ForgottenMan commented on the fact that I was practically blogless for the day. I commented that if he felt the need for a poem that he might furnish some prompts, which he took literally and promptly supplied. They were: effective affective (in)effective elective selective invective.

By the time he had supplied them, I was already asleep, but I awakened at 4:30 AM and after doing Wordle, Quordle, Quordle Sequence and Blossom, I accepted his challenge. Here is my feeble effort in satisfying his prompt:

Prompted

My task is totally elective
and my choice of words selective,
so I will rouse no invective
if I turn out unreflective
concerning words he found effective
but that I brand ineffective
in causing me to be reflective!!!!

Magic Circle for Three Things Challenge

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Magic Circle

Ring around a Rosie
safe within a hoop.
Mommy drew a circle
around the chicken coop.

When the fox jumped over it,
the hens began to squawk,
voicing their alarm
in raucous chicken talk.

Mommy grabbed a broom
to drive the rascal out,
punctuating every swing
with an angry shout.

Now the fox is sulking,
hungry little pest
while each hen is settled
securely in her nest.

The ring around this Rosie,
our most prolific hen,
means that we’ll have scrambled eggs
more than now and then!!!

For the Three Things Challenge

The three words today are:
RING
CIRCLE
HOOP

Shooing With Tongue on the Tongue of a Shoe.

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Shooing with Tongue on the Tongue of a Shoe

There once was a mooch named McGerhard McFloo
who spent his whole life on the tongue of a shoe
where he shooed away flintlocks and floogles and stuff.
As a matter of fact, he would get downright rough.

He would beat them with bagels and flog them with floggles
from the foot of their feet to the top of their toggles.
Then he bopped them again every minute or two
till those flintocks and floogles were beat black and blue.

But they just wouldn’t leave till that mooch McFloo sung
a rock-a-bye ballad with only one lung.
Then they leapt and they lithered until they were gung.
Now McGerhard McFloo only shoos with his tongue!

 

This is one I wrote a while ago. Hope that is kosher??? Certainly, it is nonsensical:For the W3 Prompt: Nonsense Poem

To see more nonsense poems or to submit your own, go HERE.