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Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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I miss the limerick and haiku threads...(though I seem to have more time to do other things now they are defunct...funny, that).
I propose a new poetry game--if it has already been played, maybe some longer-serving shipmate will let me know.
(I did search "cinquains" with no result.)
Write a cinquain, a five-line poem, based on syllable count.
Pattern as follows:
2
4
6
8
2
BUT--let's add rhyme:
a
b
c
b
a
Thus:
a First, two;
b second line, four;
c the third line uses six,
b the fourth, eight; leaving one line more.
a Now, you.
As in our previous poem threads, each poster writes a cinquain and then suggests the next topic:
vegetable soup
Have at it!
Posted by Amanda B. Reckondwythe (# 5521) on
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Broth, sir?
Strain that veggie!
Out they go! Be quick, now!
What to use? Oh, don't be edgy:
Cloth, sir!
Choreographing a solemn mass
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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What a great start, Amanda B!
I hope someone else comes to play....
in the meantime:
Incense,
go over there,
crucifer, please turn right;
chorister bottleneck? I swear,
you're dense!
trafffic jam
[ 04. November 2013, 06:06: Message edited by: Cara ]
Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on
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Car, bike,
buses, walkers
jumbled all together;
briefcases, mobile phone talkers;
I hike!
Lunch
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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Love it, WW!
(Hope I may be forgiven for bumping this up, in case there are people who'd like to play and haven't noticed it yet.)
Salad,
or soup, maybe,
on winter days for warmth.
Followed by a nice cup of tea.
Not bad.
washing machine
Posted by Gwai (# 11076) on
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To soak
Sploshing, sudsy.
Money makes clothes go round
Moving to the dryer. Heavy!
It's broke.
Holidays
Posted by Firenze (# 619) on
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To go
Abroad somewhere
Is our usual dream:
But we find we have not the fare -
So no.
Bonfires
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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High flames
against the dark
on chilly autumn nights;
fun (with danger in every spark)
and games.
frost
Posted by Gwai (# 11076) on
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Grit. Cold.
Fragile, but relentless
white-tinted world painter.
Melts with a slight breath. Defenseless
yet old.
Torrential rain
[ 06. November 2013, 20:05: Message edited by: Gwai ]
Posted by churchgeek (# 5557) on
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Downpour -
Put your boots on.
Below, it's slick, even
indoors, where signs are placed,"Caution:
Wet floor."
Oops, forgot new topic:
Math
[ 06. November 2013, 22:38: Message edited by: churchgeek ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
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Nine plus...
What a bother -
That's not right, now, is it?
I'll have to get the calculator.
*Sigh*...minus...
Wheelchair
[ 07. November 2013, 19:13: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]
Posted by Amanda B. Reckondwythe (# 5521) on
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Wheelchair
In a venue
Made for sidling up to
Booths and counters. Where's the menu?
Poached pear!
Motorcycle
Posted by pimple (# 10635) on
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Get this -
lovely Bantam!
Eat your heart out, Harley
Davidson (all mouth and trousers).
PHUT! Sh*t!
Fried Bananas
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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Oh yum!
Butter in pan,
fry the sliced bananas;
add brown sugar, as much as you can,
and rum.
boat
Posted by Mamacita (# 3659) on
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sailing
on a smooth lake
watch, a storm is coming
or you'll be, should the vessel break,
bailing
snow
Posted by Firenze (# 619) on
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At night
Vortex spinning
Round the suns of streetlamps
Morning and the darkness thinning
White light.
Pop music
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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Some pop
is fun; Abba,
Beatles, the Moody Blues.
Some is just chaos and jabber--
please stop.
wind
Posted by Gwai (# 11076) on
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Soft breeze,
Cyclone's din,
Still water broken by
moving ripples, or rustles in
the trees
Bread
Posted by pererin (# 16956) on
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Salt, yeast,
water, flour –
but it best be wheaten
those Ecclesiantics glower!
Tin greased?
moustaches
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
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Hipsters,
grandpas, villains,
the late era Beatles
can all join the struggle agin'
Cancer.
Whoops, eta: A good nap.
[ 13. November 2013, 15:47: Message edited by: Antisocial Alto ]
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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Maybe?
Yes! He's asleep.
Relax, open my book,
a child-free moment. Slumber deep,
baby.
spectacles
Posted by Gwai (# 11076) on
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Blurry
life, distant faces
Ah, my glasses. At last
Sleeping fingers fumbling cases...
Can't see!
A busy market
Posted by Cara (# 16966) on
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Much fruit,
in every shade.
Vegetables, eggs, honey.
No room to move, I'm burdened, weighed
with loot.
dark evenings
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