Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Witness - Miz Q 27


Salesman...

The Witness

I’ve got more than what you’re selling
A different flavor for sure...
I becken no other with strict interpretations
Of man made written law

I’ve got my tether straight and true
A different twist in twine for sure
I preach no prejudice or damnation
Of man made written law

I’ve got the knowledge that you might object to
A different outlook of brimstone aflame
I will not curse you behind your back, burdened
Of man made written law

I’ve got my own confidence to say
A different day awaits you for sure...
I teach respect and honor, not fear
Of man made written law

I’ve got a good door and some sense too -
A different way to deal with how
I choose to not confront the steps you teach
Of man made written law

©JP/davh

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Absurd Visionary : WWP 153



*Absurd Visionary

If the human male
could but tarry
and bear a tear or two more
for the gift of Cupid’s arrow
would he then be so quick
to divorce, or force
his one sided views?

If the human male
could but marry
and bear equally
to hearth and home
would he then be so quick
to judge those whose
work he does not see?

If the human male
could but carry
and bear his offspring,
would then he be so quick
to offer daughters hands
in marriage or send sons
off to war?

~~~~~~~

Note: if two negatives equal a positive,
then what is two words
that mean impossible equal...
Does that make the impossible
possible no matter how improbable?

©JP/davh

Also posting at my WP long verse site.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Preserved Life? Miz Q 23


A Cascade, a poetic form using line repetition

Preserved Life?

willfully wanton water cascades
exhausted in a heap river rafters sleep
journeys of liquid roads, do not exhaust the toads

up before dawn, gear sorted on the lawn
bound to and adventure, the die is cast
willfully wanton water cascades

rapidly sanity, whatever remained
along with everything salvaged over rapids -
exhausted in a heap river rafters sleep

at rivers edge they tie their knots
soulfully singing lullabies to the weary travelers
journeys of liquid roads, do not exhaust the toads


©JP/davh


Note: Fried my brain yesterday...taking an easier stance, attempting to gently float today.



en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toad
a group of toads is called a knot.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Work It, Word It, Dance : Quickly 20 projects prompt



Work It, Word It, Dance!

Surely being green could be without envy,
though cold the emerald is a warm stone of earth
Jealousy can be a fine tender, sparking action
Joie de vivre - but be careful of full blown flame!

See the frog, tortoise, even garden snake -
taste that apple, benefit from the Granny Smith
Smell the fresh scent, hear the crispness
Touch your soul to an ethereal Eden, be Eve -

Pumpkin went a waltzing even with two left feet
on the parquet dance floor tripped sentences into the night
One foot fall after another until heaven on earth was reached
at the altar in front of witnesses; repeats “I do”.

See the bee, the fly, even the snake oil salesman -
all wanting just a little bit of something in life that is sweet
Smell the grease, benefit from the turkey bacon, hear it sizzle
touch your taste buds ...see it fry in the morning skillet

Pumpkin went a waltzing, in a do-rag dusting mightily -
mites in sun rays stare beaming through the window
One year followed another until false retirement was reached
At the keyboard in front of no-one; repeats “I do”.

In that part of hazel, which is green, the eye spied
blinking in mezmorized belief that words could too sparkle
while winking with resounding disbelief that the spark ignited,
the flame lit the way and now this verse is complete.


©JP/davh

Note: It ain’t quick when Quicky prompts it! At least not this one :)
I’m not sure if I got in all twenty or not. But stick a fork in me...I’m done (with this one).
I did have fun though.

An Elliptical Path - Miz Q 22: Earth Day


Earth Day

An Elliptical Path

The birds who have wings - do it
One at a time or in flocks - they do it
Each with their own feathers - they fly

Man together with many men - do it
Mostly in groups, some in troops - they do it
Often with only one fabricated pair - they fly

Off the ground, dreams take flight, oft encouraged - do it
Businesses expanding boundaries, selling their wares - they do it
Some crash land, while others - they fly

I watch you rise early, before the birds to catch a flight, in a mechanical
beast...deployed, employed - to save earned nickels and dimes so
maybe in our golden years, we too will be able to freely fly...

The birds have been our guides, bringing dreams of flight to reality
We all enjoy that sky view of the land and oceans blue
Seeking that distance -  but always returning to, our Mother; Earth.

Protect - do it!
Display, respect, save - can we do it?
The planet we share - in its’ flight...

©JP/davh

Sunday, April 21, 2013

"Curiouser and curiouser!" Miz Q 21


PROMPT TWENTY-ONE: MAGICAL ITEM  You’ve just been given a magical item, like an invisibility cloak, or those X-ray glasses; flying carpet, golden goose. Something from a different culture. Your choice. Tell us about it. Or yourself/the world in relation to it.

“Curiouser and curiouser!”

Along with the old copy of Alice in Wonderland,
which was preserved in an ornate wooden box,
that I purchased at the estate sale was something
that I believe the seller didn’t know was there...

I’ve always had a fondness for old books and boxes.
But it wasn’t until years later that while carefully handling
the old manuscript that I discovered the box had a false bottom of sorts.
It wasn’t very large but then it didn’t need to be. The almost
threadbare dark purple velvet cloth held something that was flat.
I sat at the dining room table, alone.

Hubby was off on a business trip and our warm and comfortable
nest was empty of our chicks. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon.
I had taken a pillowcase to place the book on,
and had been carefully inspecting the intricate box
when I must have triggered the hidden drawer...
The afternoon sun was low enough that the rainbows
from the crystals in the window landed on the object
and even through the cloth there was a slight reflection of light.

I retrieved some paper toweling so I could place and unwrap the object with care.
I thought about getting gloves of some sort...but my hands were clean...
one flip, two and there was a small shard of glass... no, it was a mirror.  
Sort of a rectangle, not quite an oval about four inches by six.
Someone had taken the time to gild all the rough edges with a silver solder.
I could see the reflection of the chandelier.
I was hesitant to see my own reflection.

Alice had to touch the looking glass didn’t she...
was I ready for such an adventure?

©JP/davh     

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Suppose Prose: Miz Q #20



Suppose Prose

How does one heed every warning, flail and flutter
like the duck out of water - wobble instead of walk.
Some or much auccustory talk lined up in neat little rows
attempting to make pieces fit in peace and yet only stir
the pot. For some the season change brings greener
grasses, others life withdraws to fade...as freedoms
decrease, sight diminishes, ability to reason fades...
How do we capture and preserve the beauty that remains
when our hands seem tied, our breath falters and sighs
like spiders gossamer silk, once strong...weakens and fades?
Calling all poets, brace your pens quickly find any form -
seize and savor for us the crisp bright blue dawn before
the final curtain draws and shadows herald the final dusk.

©JP/davh

Note:
The inspiration for this piece is taken from the ‘headlines’ -
fresh and hot off the press...While there is great relief in some
areas - criminals caught, the new chapter starts, and families
still grieve. Weather and emotions brew...can we find a piece
of peace?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Just Right! Miz Q 19


Wish you were here! Postcard Poetry...

Just Right!

Who takes a single shoe to Italy?
For you dear anything...
How else could I communicate the size?
Red leather, of course! - To my surprise...
Just down the street on the first day here!
So I’ve sent you this postcard just to say...
In ten days time, when I’m home safe and sound...
This postcards’ already arrived at your door...
Soon you’ll be stomping on the floor...
In your new shoes - from an ancestral shore...
I’d do anything for you, dear. Well almost.
0X0X0X ~Meee

©JP/davh

Really did happen almost 15 years ago. But for family you do crazy things -
Like take one shoe to Italy. Just to bring home three!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Shine On - Miz Q 17


Write on a found object.

Shine On

on trash day, walking the dogs -
the sun sparkled, metal glinted

and all that glittered was gold
with a pink square stone set tight
with a band slightly bent,
it lay in wait in the gutter...

finders keepers and all that...
and it actually fit, replacing that chip
of a broken promise ring he shipped

on the day he visited I let him assume
the ring was from you...

and all that glittered was golden
when he rode off into the sunset
without me, the wrong man - left
making way for true treasure

finders keepers and all that...
lucky me to find you; we found each
other; that much is true

on a whim, I had that ring fixed
the appraised value wasn’t much

and all that glittered was golden, honey
with each passing anniversary, we see
laugh lines increase as our own
hearts still jump and flutter...

©JP/davh

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Fortunate Canaries (Quickly Now #16)


Quickly, now
Flip side: Take a piece of prose (something from the public domain would be best, but use your quick judgment) and line it out as poetry. Free verse or a syllabic pattern or by word count or have lots of fun and make a shaped poem.
The Enchanted Island Prose by Washington Irving

Fortunate Canaries: a renga

abandon isles
in appearance only, there
great mysteries sway

atlanteans and gods play
with tourists snapping photos

what dog shall bark, hark
what siren music is heard
let the poet show you...

©JP/davh

I like this particular line in the text: "Nay, though doubted by historians and philosophers, its (the islands) existence is fully attested by the poets, who, being an inspired race, and gifted with a kind of second sight, can see into the mysteries of nature, hidden from the eyes of ordinary mortals.”
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canary_Islands


Linear: Miz Q #15





Linear

haiku
in dusks’ eye - a pink
rabbit runs to end of day
surrounded clouds

~~~~~

renga
in dusks’ eye - a pink
rabbit runs to end of day
surrounded by clouds

see left and right, blue sighs
thin painted ribbons flowing

surrounded by clouds
of the lengthening hours
a wink - in dusks’ sky

©JP/davh




Note: It's all about the line. I'm not one for reworking or editing, my own stuff, much less other folks pieces. 
Though it might be a nice thing to try one day. However, haiku is about the line. And last night I saw the pink rabbit run and I knew it was going to be immortalized today... 

PS While I can't promise I'll remember to do this every time, for those in WP - the bottom link (for ease of commenting) takes you to the same piece. 

Monday, April 15, 2013

Communally Miz Q #15


Miz Q; a musically inspired instrumental interlude:



Communally  

We are all instruments
each holding keys
strings to be strung
rows of ribbons to be sung

We are all children
elementals of nature
birthing ideas artistically
evolving our growth mysteriously

We are all that is light
dancing in graceful shadow
whistling while we work and play
from brilliant dawn to dusk of day

©JP/davh



An elemental  is a mythological being first appearing in the alchemical works of Paracelsus. Traditionally, there are four types: gnomes, earth elementals; undines, water elementals; sylphs, air elementals; salamanders, fire elementals.


for those who have difficulty in posting comments; this piece can also be found here:
http://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2013/04/15/communally-miz-q-15/

Sunday, April 14, 2013

A Duck Out of Water; Miz Q #14 a Sonnet


Write a Sonnet


A Duck Out of Water


It will soon be plain for all to see
that my effort in this farce is forced
Oh woe, it is clear as day to me
I am as a if a beet out of *Borsht

So I’ll continue each line to contrive
Little bits and awkwardly placed pieces
Meter? can’t have it all. For I must stay alive
Until the end rhyme, until it kindly releases ...

Me! - I feel badly for poor Master Willie 
Who in his grave'll toss and roll -
You too should think this verse silly
As my draining patience takes it’s toll

How have I have managed at my task?

Please be kind - don’t tell, don’t ask.

©JP/davh


*for those who may not know...Borsht is beet soup.
abab, cdcd, efef, gg   - the gg stands for Good Grief!