AuntShecky thank you oh and the story of the widow and the insurance. what a read!!!, and prendrelemick congratulations a cool piece.
AuntShecky thank you oh and the story of the widow and the insurance. what a read!!!, and prendrelemick congratulations a cool piece.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Thankyou.
The next subject or inspiration is........
Newspaper headlines. Can be real, imaginary, stupid, punny, eye catching, obscure or anything.
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Forgive me for leaving out the "n" in your screen name. I'll fix it.
In the morning, bright and cheery,
Waking up, still feeling weary,
Having read the world ended,
With a click we were unfriended--
This happens often in the morning,
Deconstruction without warning.
This time around let's dream it better:
Warmer? Colder? Drier? Wetter?
Inspired from the story that accompanied a Ben and Franklin Thanksgiving painting from a few years back.
"La Joconde Plucked"
"La Joconde Plucked!" in bold Eckmann font
read L'Excelsior's headline by Paris avant.
Cafés were bristling with bile indignation.
Da Finchy was theirs by royal acquisition!
From under their nose, the size of de Gaulle,
it flew out of the Louvre, plucked from the wall.
False leads traced to an apartment in Firenze,
and a patriot born in the town of Dumenza.
Meanwhile, three French hens, of twelve days fame,
cooled their feathers Left Bank of the Seine.
You may recall these dames from Cherbourg
guilty of Poe's Murder in the Rue Morgue
Possessing a maiden of such notoriety,
one must defer evidence of impropriety.
Enter two turkeys on holiday from Texas
that odd couple whose lore is quite infectious.
Ben and Franklin, naive as the day is long,
dropped 500 Francs and set sail from Arcachon.
Back home in Dumas, a cultural denial,
eyes were opened by La Joconde's plaintive smile.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincenzo_Peruggia
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excelsior_(journal)
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qyMOaROAz9I
Church says fighting sin is not easy
morgue has dead bodies
dead man leaves arizona on plane
murdered woman ruled homicide
the water shortage due to lack of town water supply
man beaten in arrest officers suspected
dead man misses important meeting
government shutdown blamed on congress
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Last call for this one. It will be all over by the weekend.
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Well wha-do-ya know, three utterly different poems. It's like judging between a tree, a bowl of soup and a sunset.
Pendragon. A list of the obvious - so ridiculous and stupid that they could easily be real, and a hint of political satire there - I like that. The humor was a silent hidden thing, that crept up on you .
Gilliatt. I'm becoming fluent in GGspeak, I could almost follow the story of this one, though I thought the Rue Morgue murderer was a gorilla not a hen - perhaps I've still a way to go yet. Anyway the story was brilliant, there's many a laugh still to be found here I think. I liked the infectious/Texas rhyme.
And the Winner is...
Yesno. This was the grower in the bunch, I liked the form and the simplicity and the situation, everything just seemed to work. And well done for bravely highlighting Post Unfriended Stress Disorder, it is an under-researched field.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 03-22-2014 at 04:54 AM.
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That's three French hens mind you. Thanks for the comments.
YesNo- congratulations, a poem for the times.
Thanks, prendrelemick!
The next theme for a pun or satire is dogs or cats. I was thinking of this one by Pope:
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Deadline: April 15th.
It's raining cats
It's raining dogs
They're pouring from the sky.
The strange tobacco in my pipe
Could be the reason why.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 03-26-2014 at 03:07 AM.
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The noble dog knows who is Master
The cunning cat knows none at all
Give the dog a name of honor
Why name a cat who comes not when you call?
Pendragon
(C) 3/27/2014
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
There are two wonderful entries in this contest. prendrelemick explains why one might see it raining cats and dogs and Pendragon explains why it's a waste of time to name your cat.
They both deserve to win, but I have to pick one. So, the winner is Pendragon!
I have had both cats and dogs over the years. No matter how bad the dog was, the dog always looked up when I called its name. The cats responded more positively to the food can opening although they did tend to try to position themselves on my lap when they weren't called. The dogs thankfully realized they were too big for that.
Let's see: We need something to parody for this one? OK Use the first stanza of "The Raven" by Edgar Alan Poe and make it a parody, using Poe's rhyme scheme. Example:
I wrote this one in 1995, and it was published in some forgotten private magazine...
The Raven: Parody #2
Once upon an afternoon so dreary, with my body weak and weary,
The eyes all red and bleary with watching for the mail;
Hoping that the post would bring me, something calculated to spring me
From my doldrums and the things we endure from broken dreams—
From the cold emptiness that echoes from the shades of broken dreams—
All this I wished and more.
I spoke aloud to the evening air each line I’d written with great care
And mailed to someone waiting there, for their consideration.
I’d tried hard to fulfill their needs, sent poems from a heart that bleeds,
Praying that this one succeeds where the others failed before—
Praying to the Great Almighty One this doesn’t fail like those before—
Like the hundreds sent before!
I waited with anticipation, (and a touch of aggravation!)
For submissions I had sent around the Nation to return here to my door.
Then I held the envelope, crossed my fingers and I hoped,
And then the tiny note slid into my sweaty palm:
The pale white tiny note I held within my sweaty palm
Said—“Sorry.” Nothing more—
Dale Harris (C) 1995
Good luck! Second week of May is the deadline
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Weeks until Thanksgiving morning, witlessly and without warning,
While I drank some dark and dirty coffee from the day before,
While my mind was softly sleeping, at my window I saw peeping,
Eyes so wearisome and weeping like those on my girl Lenore,
Fancy feathered body beaming like clothes on my girl Lenore
Whom I've lost forever more.
It was at some party where I saw Lenore and wondered dare I
Introduce myself and there I felt I had a chance to score,
But beside her came another, big and brutish like a brother--
Bullied, beaten by this other guy who thought he loved Lenore.
Now this bird-brained turkey's tapping, rapping out the name "Lenore!"
Only that and nothing more.
There's my ax. It's always ready. There's that bird. I hold him steady.
There's the stump and there's the head he won't be needing any more.
Hesitating for some reason even though it's crazy season
I refrain with ax hand raised and dream about my dear Lenore,
Till the turkey boldly blabbered, blabbered out the name, "Lenore."
Pop. He won't say that no more.
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