Nonsense Verse (05)

The Perfect Pill

I don’t know,
But if I had
Some beans to sow,
I’d be grateful for
Those beans to grow.

But on the other hand,
If I were member of a band,
I’d wish to have a
Tiny flute to blow.

And what about you?
What would you do
If you had a magic wand,
Or a wishing pond?
Would the Nymph respond
To your request to
Put an end to snow?

And that’s when the Snowman said,
“Hey, wait a minute, do you want
to see me dead?”

To which you replied,
“Who gives a damn if
you live or die?”

“I do!” said the Shrew.
As he unbuckled and
Threw his shoe at you,
While smiling at the sky.

And upon seeing that,
Edward Lear did tip his hat,
And was heard to say,
From a place far away,
“I wish I’d thought of that!”

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The above composed on the fly,
by my (9yo) daughter and I,
To help ease the pain in her head,
And replace her migraine instead
With some silly pie from the sky.

Graphic Stimulus (25)

 

‘Stimulated’ by the graphic on Subtlekate’s post, “Things I Covet”

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A picture is worth a thousand words? Yes, but sometimes imaginatively mixing them results in a much larger multiplier!

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Steampunk is a sub-genre of science fiction, fantasy, alternate history, and speculative fiction that came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s. Steampunk involves a setting where steam power is still widely used—usually Victorian era Britain or “Wild West”-era United States—that incorporates elements of either science fiction or fantasy. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology, or futuristic innovations as Victorians might have envisioned them, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, art, etc. This technology includes such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne, or the contemporary authors Philip Pullman, Scott Westerfeld and China Mieville.

Other examples of steampunk contain alternative history-style presentations of such technology as lighter-than-air airships, analog computers, or such digital mechanical computers as Charles Babbage and Ada Lovelace’s Analytical engine.

Various modern utilitarian objects have been modded by individual artisans into a pseudo-Victorian mechanical “steampunk” style, and a number of visual and musical artists have been described as steampunk.

From Wikipedia

Impulsive Writing (30)

“I defy any poet to deny ever having written about the trials and joys of writing poetry. All the Greats have.” – Ca3(PO4)2 – A Creative Journey (by Rivenrod)

Well, I’ve never written anything about writing poetry so I guess I ain’t one…much less one of the ‘Greats.’ In fact I’m so unsophisticated as to still believe that poetry evolved to make oral story-telling easier to remember and repeat. Only after printing and publishing became commonplace, did the ‘meaning of poetry’ begin to morph into something that words alone could no longer describe, especially if no longer crudely ‘shaped’ by using rhythm or rhyme. In other words, it was no longer simply a means of relating a story, but instead became the story…whether ‘memorable’ or not. (After all, once printed, what was said could not be so easily forgot! ;-)

For example…

A Poem Becoming Poetry

I find that…

Poems (of mine)
usually rhyme
if there’s time.

But probably not
if they’re thought
then soon forgot.

As for meaning,
Its like dreaming:

You like to feel
you’re at the wheel,
and turning it for real;
deciding what’s right
and what’s not.

But when you awake
you better write quick
before meaning fades
and all those words
so deeply thought
so creatively wrought
rush back to amend
a void in the pot
where rainbows end
and dreams begin…

again…

or not.

Yet UNDERSTAND that
in the room there was
no unwashed hand to
blot the force from
that dim light above
the frame of doors
hanging limp on hinges
forged from fear
or joy to seal a
child’s lips to
stiffened paddles of
sailboats. (Not ships!)

(I would go on but
cabbage has begun
ominously to sprout
from my fingertips.)

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Graphic Stimulation (23)

Working Out!

I was in love once
but it didn’t work out.

I fell in love
again, and again it
didn’t work out.

The last time I
was in love
it lasted a bit longer
but still didn’t work out.

So now I’m spending
most of my free time
at the gym, and WOW
that’s really working out!

Instead of feeling loveless
I grab a weight in each hand,
and pump steadily up and down
until I’m breathing hard,
my face becomes red,
sweat begins to flow
and my heart starts to pound.

Then I take a shower,
get into bed,
hug my teddy,
dim the light,
and relax in that
space before sleep.

Lonely you think?
No, not at all.
I adore my teddy,
my red jammies,
my comfy bed.

Not to mention that
I totally love
my brand new
adjustable…

Impulsive Writing (27)

What is it?

What one believes is hard to imagine;
What one imagines is hard to believe.
Reality? It bridges the space between.

The purpose of looking
is not to understand
but to freely see.

(But of course many,
about that,
may disagree.)

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Graphics by Geraldine Gorges