forgotten, from French floppy folio ,flypast faultlessly
macrame me monteverdi,mumify my mysidae
trust transponder triad to their tidiness
predetermined pasteurisation pteridophyta pate
who has seen the flamingo quartet?
This was asked of me by a stranger not met
I thought he was nutty until a bit later
For I encountered the quartet in the elevator
They were all excited, outside finally from their state
We sing jazz and pop they told me; I whispered great.
Want us to sing you a tune? I had nowhere to go.
They sang me to death; that elevator was way too slow.
A HAIKU MATH QUARTET
(Poetic Math)
1.
A Haiku math thought:
Cubing three will equal to
___________ plus _______.
2.
Squaring six plus six,
And subtracting five plus five,
Equals _________________.
3.
Divide one thousand
By one thousand, and you
Get ______ less than _____.
4.
Math can be easy,
But thinking is still required;
I think I am ___________
barbershop quartet
Dick Tom Jerry Chet
singing in harmony
a gorgeous melody
old school singing
their voices ringing
dressed identically
next choice they all agree
Good ole Dick Tom Jerry Chet
Get along super well I bet
all my favorite oldies sung
I feel refreshed when they’re done
Quartet belts out familiar tunes
Old barbershop proudly flaunting village vintage vibes
Haircuts surprise at today’s prices
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In human nature,
hearing and listening are
not the same thing:-
You can hear said words
but can not respond to them,
if not listening:-
Ancestrally said,
you not listening is bad;
not caring, is worse:-
Being a wise one,
do not just hear what is said;
understand also:-
Chasing your shadow,
is running lost in the wind;
give this fruitful thought:-
Do not run in vain;
climb the vine of God’s guidance,
and wisely move on:-
Take a thoughtful break,
and grow in bright awareness:
we reap what we sow:-
Sowing seeds of faith,
we reap wisdom and guidance;
blooming in God’s winds:-
Trees are gifts from God
Rooted, trunked, and barked with love—
We are as God’s trees:-
In labors of love,
Let’s palisade life with love—
Our branches shading:-
Let our lovely leaves
Be as those carpeting love—
Nourishing its grace:-
Let’s fruit pregnant seeds;
Germinating peace and love:
Blooming liberty:-
As poetic fruits,
Let us be stones of oneness;
Pillars of its words:-
Just as in nature,
life has its seasonal times–
constructing our growth:-
As is its nature,
Life has its sowing and reaping;
Its joys and sadness:-
As we plant our words,
may they be pillars of both
joy and awareness:-
A fleet
of clover feet.
The puddle grunts.
Crouched atop
leafy beds,
groovy eyes
dance.
Croaks and caws,
a symphony.
A quartet
in the woods.
They were dynamic, their harmony was fine!
They had pared down to four, from the original nine.
The five who could not sing had pneumonia that day.
We applauded these Corgis in every which way.
They sang Joy to the World and Jingle Bells too.
Adding a bit of jazz, and then Christmas Wee Woo.
They were amazing, and we could not stop clapping.
At the end these Corgis did a bit of back slapping.
Observe as we sing our muscles seem to grow
The dazzle in the glow
One ripple with a chest span
Musclemen are and will always be
One flex to many
Training to build
Fitness that was fulfilled
Pose after pose
Suppose
Time to impress
At times, preparation for a contest
Muscles respond
Dedication to a body craft
Molding through physical creation
We are the singing Musclemen because we are proud
What we accomplished and established
Musclemen shout
This is what training is all about
We are happy
Don’t want to be shabby
Muscle tone
Full blown
Singing being our introduction
We are musclemen showing our presentation
One flex again and again
Genuine
We are the singing duo
We have one request, please don’t drawl
the sun desires
the moon is not
the stars are twinkling
we are not
craving sun creates happiness
shy moon is having fun
twinkling stars guide
gentle us accompany You.
Froggie quartet played to the cattails with gusto.
They are so loud and obnoxious! Said a turtle named Husto.
But they leave us alone now, said the flies in the pond.
They were excited to have lived another night into the beyond.
The froggy conductor had a game plan for sure.
He liked messing up the violinist, who had no Covid-cure.
Their singers were Jake and Fred, and they were both pretty bad.
Bringing a horrible concert to the Japanese lily pad.
FOUR-PLAYING THE WORD…
(A Haiku Quartet)
Sensed or not, She lives—
The Word breathes eternally:
The Word never dies…:-
Her echoes resound—
The Sun shines her…Stars blink her…
The Moon reflects her:-
In hued ebony,
She was the clear beginning—
Silently obeyed:-
Her silent echoes
Constellate our mind’s bright sky
With enlightenment:-
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