Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time,
mixing colors
messing with structures,
feeling it's designs between your fingers.
All five of them.
And then delicately stroking its surface with the others,
learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough,
and that the difference between them defines beauty.
It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin,
and seeing van Gogh and Picasso
in the lines that separate red and yellow.
Really, it's just like being a kid again,
and experiencing the awe of simplicity,
the excitement of creativity,
and the gravity of curiosity
Categories:
doh, childhood, poetry, word play,
Form: Free verse
For four generations at least,
they’d carried ‘round that ball of yeast.
Tucked there ‘twixt the thighs,
it made their bread rise;
their pans never had to be greased!
Categories:
doh, giggle,
Form: Limerick
An existential waiting for Godot,
when aggravated, drinking much Bordeaux,
could even bring Thoreau dismay and woe,
to mutilate one’s ear like poor van Gogh.
When we despair, impatience flaring, though,
in spite of claims of piety, we show
our unbelief about the debt we owe,
a faith that’s shallow, feeble, even faux.
Oh Lord, come to me now and do not go!
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for the Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest
63 words, 90 syllables, checked by HowManySyllables.com
sponsored by Hilo Poet
written on 11/4/22
Waiting for Godot, (pronounced “Guh-DOH”, although some prefer “GOD-oh”) a play written by Samuel Beckett in 1948, is often view through a Christian existential lens.
Henry David Thoreau, author of Walden was a transcendentalist, philosopher, and naturalist.
Vincent van Gogh was a post-impressionist artist who suffered from mental illness and heavy drinking, famously severing his own ear with a razor during an argument with his friend, Paul Gauguin.
Categories:
doh, god,
Form: Monorhyme
Roll it out or squoosh it flat;
Make a pie or cobbler,
But the eater must be
An imaginary gobbler.
Form a bunch of little balls;
Fill a little bucket.
Poke some holes and when you're done
You might decide to chuck it.
If you do, just mush it up
And stuff in its container.
Kids and time and Play Doh?
I would say a real no-brainer!
Categories:
doh, children,
Form: Rhyme
We made a Play Doh pizza
(Forming spinach from the green)
And I cut out little slices
(Cutest ones I've ever seen).
Next we patted pancakes, rolled out snakes
And to our hearts' content,
We squished and squished with all our might;
(A perfect way to vent!).
Though the colors smushed together
(Not my choice, but what the hey)
We had lots of fun, the perfect
Inter-generation play.
Then we stuffed the Play Doh in the cans
And covered them up tight
'Til another opportunity
Presents for such delight.
Categories:
doh, fun, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Once,now, always magical..
From once your allowed to play with it because you won't eat it..
Till the day you realize it,s been there your entire life..
And like Play doh once you blend it together, you realize you will never be able to
take one color from the other completly...
We will always have our blended parts...
We may remain seperate pieces but, will always be one due to our blends.
Which run so deep nothing can ever seperate them..
SEE...
Was, is, will always be magical...
Categories:
doh, imagination, love
Form: I do not know?
Play Doh
Salty Colorful
Sticks to everything
Childrens delight parents nightmare
Homemade
Categories:
doh, childhood,
Form: Cinquain