There was once a princess from Poughkeepsie,
Who went in for a li’l nip and tuck, see?
Instead of lifting her breast
they lowered the rest
Now her boobies are where her knees, should be.
This was written for Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry Contest– before I read the directions. Instead of taking off on an existing nursery rhyme, I kind of picked up on the aftermath of nursing… Or something like that… Anyways….
The girl’s a live wire
from woven hair to mani’d
tips- she’s electric.
The girl’s on fire
magazine covers smokin’
Youtube links burn bright
The girl’s hot copy
glam pix or sordid romance
media laps it up
The girl is burnin’
flaming tongues set her ablaze
‘spec’ fuels the fire
The girl’s a train wreck.
Her every move on trial.
Bruised and battered, once
shooting star- snuffed out. John Q
Public? Drunk on her demise.
This chain of Haikus ending in a Tanka was written for Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only for the words: Pretty and Ugly. My choices are italicized.
The photo that served as my inspiration for this piece was provided by Friday Fictioneers.
Very
much a
prisoner
in a castle
made of glass, founded
on the silt and sand of a
contrived, filtered past. Run through
by a pebble, of well placed truth,
web of lies becomes, a hangman’s noose..
A Reverse Nonet written using the word, Castle provided by Eugenia’s Brew N Spew Cafe, and synonyms for the words plan and spend, provided by Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only, my choices are italicized.
Further inspiration provided by the book, The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls.
No
longer
ate up by
youths hormonal
cocktail, the pieces
of me I had always
accepted as missing, or
broken are forming a core. a
root system that seeks to tether me
to a life I was once ready to leave.
This Etheree is written for Colleens Tanka Tuesday, synonyms only for beginning and consume.
When I accepted this position, I had no concept of how insane the pace would be.
I knew it was a seasonal hot spot, and was impressed by the fact that forty thousand odd people were expected to migrate through the sleepy little hamlet of Healy (year round population 1021) seeking the Alaskan Adventure over the four month summer season.
What I didn’t take into consideration was the fact that out of the seventy or so employees, only one tenth of them would have ever worked for this company before. In addition, an impressive number of our seasonal staff would be from exotic foreign countries and not only speak English as a second language, but for most them, this is their first exposure to a work environment.
Needless to say, every day is filled with obstacles that as individuals, few of us would be equipped to overcome alone. However, as a whole, somehow we miraculously pull together, and not only succeed in accomplishing our goal of working together as a team, but bring a distinct ring of sanity to an environment that does everything with it’s power, to challenge just that.
Spices and cultures
meld. Necessity being
our one common bond.
Insurmountable
does not translate well into
varied languages.
There is no ‘I’ in
team. Individual dreams
make magic happen.
Written for Eugenia’s BrewNSpew Cafe, prompt: Sanity.
Thru Violet's Lentz 