haikus
Playing along with the urchins: 5 poems.never a rhyme
orange night blossoms
full suns and moons on the rise
fate's equal measure
space available
face down in the mud
Leonidas spawns fury
mighty pit there, dude
elena & the boyz
seventh period
burnt brains collide merrily
visionary arts
trillions of 'em
presidential coins
gold tooth displayed, open-mouthed
icing on the cake
liposuction
botox in the spring
the doctor's got your gravy
manatees in bloom
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posted by murat11 at 10:57 AM
10 Comments:
I absolutely love the liposuction one: "manatees in bloom" is just too funny.
Teresa: My favorite as well; hence, the honored spot.
Hope your week is going well. so good to be creative at work!
Loved the liposuction lines, but that seventeen syllable description of seventh hour was also a kind of seventh heaven for me. I expect a good time was had by all.
Teresa: The week always picks up when we do a poetry week. Kids have done some great acrostics, pantoums, haikus, and renga. So funny to watch them all counting the beats with their fingers. To top it all off, we have tomorrow (Friday) off!
Always good to have in back in the house, Ms Anno. Was that a subtle hint to have me go back to the seventh hour poem? I count 18, not 17 syllables. Changed "colliding" to "collide" to stay inside the loop.
Best to you and the M's.
Not a hint at all. Maybe I just read "colliding" as "c'lliding." More likely, given that I was reading these before coffee, I just assumed the fit. It sure reminded me of my own last-hour class yesterday.
Anno: My last-hour class is actually a very cool, small class of five eighth grade boyz and seventh grade Ms E. I feel for the chica, though she can certainly hold her own. Still, that middle schoolers should have any kind of seventh period class is almost a war crime, but like good troops, we all do the best we can with each other.
I do believe you have a gift for this form.
this one got me:
orange night blossoms
full suns and moons on the rise
fate's equal measure
Tammie: That was the first of the five that I wrote. I liked it, too; probably right behind the wicked liposuction poem.
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