A Rerun Of Runaway Poemin’

 

About a week before some New Year day past, I posted on my Facebook : Give me six words and I’ll write you a bad poem. And a few did so. And here are some of the 24 hour( not counting Sunday Football) results.

From Pris: Her Six Words. freak, belly, frame, pie, lemons, tree

A Holiday Snap Shot Somewhere

“It all freak to me.”
Says a seventy year
old hippie hanging lemons
on their tree.
“See,” his wife exhales…
a joint in one hand
her cell phone in the other,
“See… the pie is out
of frame, all we can see…
is your
belly.”
Laughs

From Judi: Her Six Words : banana torn war split surf whore

Do They Still Make Clip On Ties

The bandana
had the colors
of a dying banana
-split and peeling-
wore it through
the whole damn
war

left it for the
whore who
lost it to
the surf
to be torn-
shredded-
by a fifty
foot
propeller
pushing
Middle East
Crude

From Gabriella….. Her Six Words : Japan Christmas dog swimming republican pasta

When The Karaoke Bars Went 24/7

The Salarymen’s
work stoppage
shook Japan
to it’s core

and Christmas
in Christendom
might suffer
if gaming consoles
and flat screen
production
seize

“I don’t want to dog
no foreigners…understand,”
said a republican over pasta
on Columbus Day,
“But swimming
in those nasty
union waters
just might
provoke
a real
“Call Of Duty.”

From Elyse: her six words: stents, puppy, sunshine, bezel, trilingual, and clay

Tubular Logic

She worked
in clay
on Saturday
same day “Stents”
her Dachshund
puppy
went missing

sw3On Sunday
straight away
through the
heat of the
day

She Wanted-Postered
her neighborhood
pertinent info
—trilingual—
given the accents
of the area

She remained
on watch
She remained
hopeful
until sunshine
faded her posters

Ripping one down
now in defeat,
off a rusty green
City lamp pole,
the crystal of her
timepiece
flew into the
street

The jeweler
did fine work
she thought,
reasonable and
prompt

“Yes. That’s what
we’ll call you,”
said the jeweler
to the waggy-tailed
Dachsund, “that’s
your name–
Bezel.”
———————-

From Snz: ….Her six words… jetpack, crooner, shapeshift, biscuit, chalet, sly

Bridging The Gulf

It was
a jetpack
junket

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Mrs Roosevelt & Dad

nothing sly
about a G-5

a special interest
shapeshift
of a young
congressional
crooner

toss ‘em but a biscuit
toss ‘em but a bone
but do so
in the company’s
chalet


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