Autumn Lofty Living Hues
Autumn's tall leafy live hues
cardinal oaks monarch elms
goldfinch palms arctic fox birch
tiger hid smoke trees
***Syllabically; 7775
2020 September 30
*1st Place*
Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu
~~Constance La France
***Sedoka: syllabically, 577577, an unrhyming single verse with no breaks or pauses
Sudoku, A Numbers Game
Preset numbers are
placed in a nine by nine frame
containing nine three by three
cubes and each three by
three cubes and each column and
each row numbers one through nine
***Apps obtainable online
WARNING: Can be addictive
2020 September 27
i think
thinking
many thoughts
of what and
what not
words wield
power as it's
said about
the pen and
the sword
but the poet
chosen need not
pull the pen
from the
stone
no need to be
Arthur but an
author yet better
a juggler of
the round
table's court
sorting words
which one best
syllabically or
sonorously
describes my
routine but each
being a one of
a kind so this
time i'm
choosing a turkish
sword with chainsaw
and a raw egg so
lets see how the
show goes
por mi
Haiku equals Math
A Binomial title
Syllabically
Four-lined Stanzas - my Quatrains by design.
Interwoven A-B-A-B- the rhymes.
Ten syllabically are read per line.
Written -- nature, sullen, and benign times.
With so many wonderful words out there
of remarkable rhyming quality,
like harbinger, extraordinare’,
recompense, and soliloquy,
I find it hard to make a choice
betwixt effervescent and supine.
As to which of these appease me most
when I prepare to pen a rhyme.
Suddenly I’ll hear the call,
“Why must you have to choose,
one single word from among them all,
With so many great words to use?”
Divine bovine! What a fantastic idea!
an awesomely somniferous notion!
Somewhere out there could there really be a
Way to use all and not stir a commotion?
The tempter entices “go on grab a few
From this syllabically succulent fare
Blend them together like a pot of word stew
Just make sure they are each one quite rare.”
Consequently orates my old nemesis,
this word addicts worst foe to the pen.
Oh dear, what the heck! With an addiction like this,
I can’t wait to start over again!
Here,
where the black white shadows
pond and melt
her dress
flutters around the
pronounced scimitar
of her neck line.
Eyes whisper
fr-ig-id
with a syllabically thick accent
as if cold were a ham-fisted lug
emerging from the
yawning dark mouth
of the cabin behind her
pressing his hands
with the grip
of a dying man
bracing his last breath
with each
light blue,
half moon
fingernail.
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