All that Fol-de-rol

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mindlovemisery  Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, 75 words haibun

 

It’s a little clichéd – wine, roses, sweets and a crackling fire. The ambiance is romantic, yes; you’re trying to seduce me. You’re too smooth by half, like Cary Grant, but I have to hold back a laugh. It’s so amusing. It’s evident you’ve done this before. I put on my coat and head for the door. You’re already reaching for the phone. No use wasting this mood.

love me
with words
aphrodisiac of truth

*Fol-de-rol: Excessive efforts expended on a something trivial; much ado about nothing.

 

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“I remember when Halloween was the scariest night of the year. Now, it’s Election night.”

“When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I’m beginning to believe it.”   Clarence Darrow

imaginarygardens What Fresh Hell is This? – November Word List Imagined By

Wouldn’t it be novel
If you couldn’t get rich
or be on Letterman
or have at your command
Air Force one and limousines
if it didn’t set you up for life
in a higher tax bracket money
you could manipulate
and get around the IRS
why, then,
maybe then,
we’d get a leader to lead.
The presidency is beginning
to look a lot like a CEO –
perks and big salaries
and toss integrity overboard.

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The Bridge

                                 dverse Haibun  Monday #24 Posted by “So for this haibun challenge, write about the bridge from the first person- either as a physical object, metaphor or perhaps a person who has been a bridge in your life. As its also halloween, you can write about that bridge between life and death.   Let’s use the bridge of our imagination!”

 

He said, “Come on over.” But the chasm between was too wide, too deep. I could see no way to go. I said, “You come to me.” He shook his head, said “Jump.” But the risk was all on my side. We turned and walked along the cliff until ahead we saw a bridge. He called, “Come.” I said, “Meet me halfway.” He shook his head, “No, no compromise.” I sighed, walked the entire length and passed him standing there.

One bridge to connect
two forces torn apart.
Pride hampers the way.

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No Danger to Visitors


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imaginarygarden FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ a query Imagined By
“Fashion me a poem, using not more than 100 words, in the style of Emily’s ‘Answer July’, have fun”

Answer Heart –
Where is the love
Where is the heat
Where is the stay

Ah, said the head-
Where is the reason
Where is the sight
Where is the judgement
Answer Thee – me

No- said emotion –
Show me the thrill
Show me the waves
Show me the exquisite pain

Quibbled the pain –
Where is it buried
Where does it hide
Where does it stay
Here – said the grave.

 

 

 

 

 

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There Still Be Dragons

imaginarygarden The Tuesday Platform Imagined By Marian
“Please link up a poem, old or new, and visit the offerings of our fellow writers.”

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The following is Debi Swim’s unofficial addendum to “Eric in the Land of the Insects” a novel written by a Dutch author Godfried Bomans”

After I got over my shock of being suddenly small as an insect, I had many adventures and heard amazing stories and histories of the inhabitants of the meadow. One group of peoples I met were the beautiful winged flying creatures. They allowed me to sit with them and listen to an elder speak of their lore and history. The following is the very beginning of the beginning.

Deep in a cave there came the sound of sobbing. Odonata, the last living dragon in the world lay trembling in sorrow and fear. Sorrow that all the ones she loved were dead. Fear because she was next. The strong men of Galentia had closed off all exits to the cave and sent their best archers down the tunnel that led to Odonata.

She prayed that she would meet death with courage and grace. The god Leviathan took pity on her and spoke these words, “Because I have loved you, despite your cruel heart, I will not allow your reign to end. I will give you a gentle heart, break your teeth, and give you color and beauty that men would admire, rather than hate, you.”

The men came to the mouth of her lair. They expected a fiery death for themselves but they would kill her; they had vowed. But, instead, she rose to stand and bared her heart, her only vulnerable part. In death she would not exact revenge. The arrows all met their mark dead on. She collapsed with a hiss.

At Leviathan’s command, Odonata grew small, her wings and body iridescent, delicate, lovely. He gave her the ability to fly gracefully in six directions and to hover. And though he shortened her life span she and her offspring would live fully in the moment with joy and beauty. “Go forth,” he said, “Your name shall be Dragonfly.”

This was written in response to Fairy Tale Prompt MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for Chèvrefeuille

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The Ghost of October

imaginarygarden  October in the Chair  Imagined By Magaly Guerrero
“I invite you to turn October into a poem. Is your October a girl? Does he smile like a boy? Is October a feeling that kisses the back of your neck… and reminds you of your dead? What does October look like to you? Show me in poetry.”

 

The last of the cherry tomatoes drop
wrinkled and soft to the ground
a treasure trove for chipmunks
and other scurrying things. I frosted
the vines and wilted the flower heads,
scattering seeds of marigold upon
the waiting soil. I’ve sprinkled leaves
across the yard in gold and rust and orange
confetti. I’ve still so much to do to get ready
before the jack-o-lantern’s leering face
greets the trick or treaters. I’ve dressed
myself in taffeta rustling as I move
around the corners of the houses
with a whispery, windy boo.

 

 

 

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Swimming the Jet Stream

dverse Quadrille #18 Posted by
“Today, I want you to write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the word cloud.”

 

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There’s a swift wind blowing

fluffy clouds across the sky

herding them, urging them,

as eastward they fly.

I think it would be lovely,

a fantastical whim,

to swim that flow with them

dipping up and dipping down

high above to the starry rim.

 

 

 

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