Working together means laulima in Hawaiian
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Utilizing U’s --Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
Urbane
Ukulele
Unorthodox union
Uttering Uxoriously
Uncle.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Telling T’s, cherita
I have been alliterating through the alphabet--learned alot of new words, and stretched with my friend Merriam Webster, however today with the letter T--I am reverting back to a structured form. Thanks everyone for hanging in there!!
Tongue tackles tact teaches transcendent taste.
Tongue tackles tact teaches transcendent taste.
Truth tweaks trust
trumps temptation.
Trilling To Try
taxes thoughts
trains to thwart triumph.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Savoring S’s
Sacred sage sachet soothes squeamish salamander.
Sarcasm sandwich smears self-righteous sheriff.
Sultry showers shift, splash Suns staunch splendor.
Splendid scene spanks sponsor spooning secretary.
Scavenger scarfs smoked sausage
signaling smiling shutterbug snapping sow.
Space-age spade shovels sovereign shit
spiking Saturn’s silent satellite.
Spotty spores sport sprouts splicing spleen.
Street walker streaks Safeway struts stringy stump
submitting suburbia- to sudden suffering.
Sugar survey summons sweet satisfaction
synapses signal synchronized symphony.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Pasta Poem
Pasta Poem
I’m having PASTA withdrawal, here!
I have a Casarecce condition
an epoch Elbow gripe.
I am a Gemelli guerilla
married to Tommy Tortellini
who happens to be in a numb Noodle narcosis.
I live in petrified Penne poverty.
My revolver is stuck in a Rigatoni riddle
My bullets are ricocheting in a pool of ricotta
swearing in Shell shock.
You are playing with a vile villainess
wandering wired
without any Ziti-- zip
and now you dare tell me
we have no Linguini, no Spaghetti, and no meat for the sauce?
Goodbye!!
I’m having PASTA withdrawal, here!
I have a Casarecce condition
an epoch Elbow gripe.
I am a Gemelli guerilla
married to Tommy Tortellini
who happens to be in a numb Noodle narcosis.
I live in petrified Penne poverty.
My revolver is stuck in a Rigatoni riddle
My bullets are ricocheting in a pool of ricotta
swearing in Shell shock.
You are playing with a vile villainess
wandering wired
without any Ziti-- zip
and now you dare tell me
we have no Linguini, no Spaghetti, and no meat for the sauce?
Goodbye!!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Radiant R’s
Radiant R’s
Rabbit racism raises rabid rationale.
Raspberry ravine reaps red recognition.
Recluse recalls recent recital, redacting red herring.
Rose-bush refreshes remote refuge
Rigorous rhododendron receives rave reviews.
Registrar reiterates regrettable regulation resurrecting relic.
Relativity restates relevancy reforming redundancy.
Relax rectum remarks retarded reptile repulsing rhesus-monkey.
Resounding respect resolves resident recidivism.
Resilient response restrains retort rethinking retribution.
Revolutionary Road’s rough rotogravure receives rich rating.
Ribald riddle roams riposte route rippling rote rumor.
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