SW 103; short verse: Recall

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/04/07/wordle-103/

merge, project, activate, technology, unity, mantra,

smudge, sing, delicious, inquisitive, urge, stellar

Recall

project, activate

merge, sing, mantra

urge stellar unity

delicious,

inquisitive technology -

humanities...

single smudge

©JP/davh

using project as: 7. to throw, cast, or impel forward or onward.

I do believe this is the second shortest Wordle I've ever penned (not including the title).

WRITE A SEPTOLET

The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

With thanks to Marianne @

http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/

Miz Q #6, My Sharona

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/06/april-6/

Week One, Day Six

PROMPT SIX: SONG TITLE SCRAMBLE

The easiest way to do this is to randomize your playlist in iTunes and write down the first five titles, but you can find your own way.   We want five song titles in an order you did not plan. Song title one tells you your subject. Number two tells you something to hide (however you want to interpret that) Within the text of the poem, include the other three titles–word for word.

My Sharona

Between the stone

near the garden gate

enveloped and hidden

I’ve told you all

you need to know.

You’re in my heart,

You’re my best friend.

You must believe the

Spinning wheel

of war will end.

I’ll find my way

back home to you,

Until then, teach

your children well

so that when I do return

perhaps they will come

to love me, as

we love each other

©JP/davh

MY SHARONA by the knack; SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED, (I’M YOURS) by Stevie Wonder; SPINNING WHEEL by Blood, Sweat & Tears; YOU’RE IN MY HEART by Rod Stewart; TEACH YOUR CHILDREN by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND by Queen.

OK, I agree that was just too easy...So I’ll have to try that again another time.

Miz Q #4 Work; With thanks...Work?

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/april-4/

With many thanks to Elizabeth...

http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/ode-to-those-golden-years/

Work?

whine

he does

when so sad -

not often, though

he brings me hugs, joy in crumby kisses

he makes me forget what week day it is

when we play hard

then he goes

and I

wine

(c) JP/davh

Notes:

1) For those who are curious, this is a double Tetractys, a syllabic form that counts 1,2,3,4, 10 space 10,4,3,2,1.

2) Finally at 10pm I had some wine to toast a friends birthday...And I really did think it was Friday, instead of Thursday. Silly me.

3) I had planned to write about mixing up my days, and having a glass of wine. I stopped in at at Elizabeth’s first to return a visit...and well as they say the rest is history.

WWP 149: Chatterbox

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/28/prompt-149-write-a-shadow-voice-poem/

Chatterbox

The Whatn’ Who

Listen will ya.

A little common courtesy would go a loooong way.

But being of sound shadow and reflective of mind

Only allows for being the squeaky wheel

On rare occasions.

The Silenced Choir Voice:

So I was never an Opera singer but I enjoy vocalizing

Did it really matter that the dots representing music

Only indicated up and down directions?

Volunteers could be pros, but wasn’t fun supposed to

Play a part in participation?

The Disobedient Relative:

The phone - ether net of a different kind -

Doesn’t show my tongue sticking out at the caller

When they leave messages

That are supposed to be gentle reminders but

Really sound like chaulk scraping on a blackboard.

And you wonder why I don’t call ‘em back more often.

The Humble Subservient

So I put my left foot forward and stamped, huffed and puffed

And the ‘Solid Sport’ learned to say, “no” gently, but firmly -

More often. Free - free I’m free of committees!

And memberships, and groups where mouths tend to wag,

Nothing gets done and nobody listens anyway...

The Penumbra Knows

There are so many voices wanting to be heard, seeking recognition,

Wanting, longing, for the lost words that can never be spoken.

But being of sound shadow and reflective of mind...

Being a puppet of a creative muse; courtesy is sometimes short -

Listen will ya.

©JP/davh

I’ve been waiting in the shadows for a whole week...Listen, will ya. *giggle* sorry but I just couldn’t help it :)

Miz Q's Prompt 2: Perambulation

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/april-two/

Perambulation

I measure time by how a body sways

the lilting of head, the toss of hair

In carefree beach stepping free fall

or slow jiggle, the belly, so full of beer

pacing after hard labor or long haul

the confidence of corporate Jane or Joe

I measure time by how a body sways

people watching from the park bench

paper and pen at the ready, steady

to immortalize each and every one

each unique, not one better than the other,

Life - dancing; Father, mother, sister, brother

I measure time by how a body sways

They each display their own rhythm

I try to walk briefly in their boots or shoes

to understand both their joys and blues

To walk the wire or jump the skipping rope

each of us has a place for peace and hope

©JP/davh

Note: I stink at formal forms. This I know and know full well.

I can count, do some maths, but formal forms is not my thing.

I should add; because some might not visit the link...
"(I measure time by how a body sways)"
is from; I knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke

The Acrostic Elfje series: ELFantasy

ELFantasy   

~1

Thoughtful

Undertaking, harpist

Negotiates tall tales

Excited to share her

Dreams

~~2

Gateway

Insists on

All listening to

Nina the poet, bard

Tantalizes...   

~~~3

Fawns

Always play

In their circles

Rainbows, charm sleepy heads

Yawn

~~~~4

Teeth,

Raised eyebrows

Only wants gold

Listens to lilting

Laughter

~~~~~5

Woods

In shadow

Temptation changed her -

Called the castle, once...

Home

~~~~~~6

Sisters

Woke altered

Alarmed to find wings

No arms, charmed princesses

Swoon

~~~~~~~7

Night

Yields melodies

Moonglades on tidal

Pools - they wade holding

Hands

~~~~~~~~8

Dusted

Rode steed

Across stretched sands

Knight searching for the

Enchanted

~~~~~~~~~9

Sit -

Today lingers

Over bridges, through

Rainbows, spells broken, happy

Youths

©JP/davh

Miz Q: April 1: Expedition

Miz Q’s

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/april-one/#respond

FOOT PURSE MEEKLY REFINE SWAYING MOBILE DESTROY

purse valise wallet fashion forge/forging contrive trope

An American Japanese style renga:

Expedition

she paid no mind to

fashion, forging to contrive

her own trope... swaying

her lips she did purse, a tune

scattered  dust from the valise

the attic of her

mind, like a wallet held still

time; like gold treasure

©JP/davh