Folks who watch the cooking shows are regarded as “Foodies”. So using this logic, we are truly “Wordies”. This week, we continue the trail of words. In other circles it is called a “word cloud” or even a “wordle”. But the Phoenix rises from the ashes, so the “Word Smoke” below contains the words you will use. Use some or all in your poem. Choose one as a title or as the basis of your poem, but “Use These Words”
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Also taking time to wish all Mothers a Happy Mother’s Day today.
All Mothers still with us or watching over us are celebrated!
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU FISH FOR
A fellow who is too gregarious
might find his existence precarious
if he happens to greet
some new bloke in the street
whose ambitions are somewhat nefarious.
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I love the wittiness in this, William. Well done.
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PRESUMPTUOUS?
It would be such a great innovation
and a blessing indeed to the nation
if disputes could be settled
with no one being nettled
and no lawyers or mass conflagration.
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I love both of your limericks, especially the first.
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and again!
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A Mother’s Day Poem of Sorts
When stress flames up like a California conflagration,
mothers may disparage all those around to cope.
She may seem austere as an old-time schoolmarm,
but her fanaticism for her children lies at the heart.
Presumptuous people assume that hate has won out.
But my rebuttal is that if she didn’t care, she wouldn’t cry.
The critic may say she must be more in control of herself
and not let her own pessimism dictate her actions.
The skeptic may say, some moms, but not all.
You can analyze, scrutinize, criticize but the loving one
would delineate what’s really going on in a mom’s life
and with gregarious enthusiasm lend a helping hand.
Friends prolific in kindness will go a long way to inspiring
the innovation, not the downfall, of moms everywhere.
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Ah, stupendous, and they all work well together.
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Well done, Connie!
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IN PRAISE OF THE ONE HOSS
When the deacon rode out in his carriage
it was best not to mock or disparage
his decrepit old steed,
for the two were indeed
as conjoined as though tethered in marriage.
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TOO MUCH TO SCRUTINIZE
A fellow I know is a skeptic.
He tends to make preachers dyspeptic
but his arguments range
from profane to the strange,
so his hearers become hypnoleptic.
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ROLLS
Its style is severe and austere
and its price is excessive and dear.
So, why would one buy
this affront to the eye?
If they’ve got it, they flaunt it, I fear.
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Ah, you are the limerick master indeed!
I love each one 🙂
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You are an absolute genius with limericks, William.
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The Sermon
He was prolific
Each word a mini
Conflagration igniting
Passions as they fell
Upon the upturned
Faces of the faithful
Cryptic messages of
A fanatic intended to
Mislead the devoted
But she sat in the last pew
A skeptic ready to extinguish
The flames with her rebuttal
With words of truth raining
Down until only dying
Embers remained
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I love this. The best antidote to demagoguery.
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I agree.
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Beautifully done! 🙂
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The progression of this feels like fire…well done, Candy!! 🙂
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Wonderful. I love, ‘words of truth raining down.”
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CROONERS
Sinatra was surely terrific
and Como was smooth and pacific
and Haymes had the tone
of a sweet saxophone,
but Crosby? Ah, he was prolific.
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Wow! You are on a roll today.
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I cannot resist a word list that fits into one of my continuing stories…
(It is only a page long, but I didn’t want to take up the comment space.)
You don’t have to read the whole series to enjoy:
https://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2015/05/10/complications-cataloging-sheila-7-5-10-f/
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Prolific Tree Swallows (a haibun)
It seems they’re skeptic of my presence – my awe and close scrutiny is disconcerting to them – I search for spirit of play but they’re utterly austere in their joyful work of building – layer by twig and grass layer – they construct with a fanaticism that inspires wholly. They cause a stirring of innovation in my heart – a longing to create cryptic work – art that delineates the persistent same-ness – a rebuttal against breath of pessimism, the one that silent-presumptuous-sighs-defeat – disparaging me against confident me. Yes, they give permission to be glorious – gregarious with wings wide – swooping and diving – it’s a feathered conflagration – sky’s afire with their colors – iridescent blue-black backs shine under sun and bright-white bellies contrast brilliantly. Their appearances are quintessence of yin and yang and I think how alike we really are – birds and humans – not so unusually different at all. Breathing and bleeding – showing up to assemble authentic beauty in a world that breaks with vulnerability and radiates love.
Courage can prevail –
there’re powers that hold us
to live with whole hearts.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2015
I’ll need to catch up with reading tomorrow – mama duty calls and on that note…Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms!! ♥
Thank you for the excellent words, Walt!
:)’s to all the rising Phoenix’s!
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This sounds like a paean to tree swallows, majestically done.
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As a bit of follow-up, this poem also recalled for me the violet-green swallows of the west, which, perhaps because I tended to see them high in cliffs, seemed even more inspiring than tree swallows. The soaring tone of this poem fits them as well.
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Oh, this is majestic! We had swallows nesting in an old garage near us last year. It was amazing to watch them.
Outstanding poeming!
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Wow 🙂
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Birds everywhere are applauding.
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Lovely birds, beautiful poem.
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Fanatic Delineation
Once upon a time in a world of snow and wind
Magic was created daily within four silent brick walls
Members prolific and austere in their thoughts and dress
A fellow named Digby, a traveling man
Came across this black and white land
Wearing shoes on his ears and bells on fingers and toes
Dancing the rumba down the road
The townspeople sighed in their black and white clothes
Everywhere Digby walked, color and sound appeared
The two magics fought throughout the night
Who would win?
Rooster Joe crowed a quarter to four
Some crept to the door, others held onto the floor
A conflagration caused by the sun met them with a roar
They came out wearing shoes on their ears and bells
On their fingers and toes
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I digs Digby! Wonderful!
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I love the characters and imagination!! Wonderful write. 🙂
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Thank you! Silliness is necessary on a Monday 🙂
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This is delightful. I loved reading it.
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END OVER END
I had an old goat named Rebuttal
who hardly was crafty and subtle;
if you should bend over,
you’d end up in clover
or maybe in Mama’s coal scuttle.
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That’s the perfect name for a goat, William!! I love the visual of this piece…fun!!
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Cryptic
A rebuttal this is not
So do not scrutinize
And quell your pessimism
That flaming conflagration
Your skeptic fanaticism
Will disparage advancement
Of people, be gregarious
Use words to clearly delineate
Focus on innovation
Your future will be prolific
© 2015 Earl Parsons
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I love this. The style fits the title superbly.
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Separate Ways
Austere in manner,
he was a skeptic, peptic
ulcer sufferer, and a model
of pessimism, scrutinizing
any innovation that came
to light, presumptuous enough
to think himself bright,
sure that people would heed
his disparaging remarks.
Gregarious and open-minded,
she was a prolific writer,
and teacher. She dated
Mr. Austere, puzzling
everyone she knew. Soon,
she became aware
of his tendency to rebut
anything others had to say.
His fanatical leanings
in politics disgusted her.
She left him.
The woman’s kind nature
was delineated when
a conflagration leveled
a row of homes on
her block. She took
stock of the situation,
offering her home as
haven for those
whose homes were destroyed.
She was happy.
The man sought a career
as theater critic, and because
no one truly understood his cryptic
reviews, he was lauded a genius.
He was happy.
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Great! An example of how opposites don’t always workout.
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A happy ending for both. Sometimes folks have to step away from each other to see the whole.
And it may not make the same ‘picture’ – You have painted both ‘pictures’ very well.
Thanks for stopping by my piece.
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Thanks, Jules!
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Wow. This bites. The tension fairly trembles throughout, or so it seems to me.
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Thanks, William. It was quite a diverse group of words!
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You have hit upon a solution here to human differences: find your niche.
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PRESUMPTUOUS PESSIMISM
You don’t like your chances
and the skeptic in you borders on fanaticism,
the one criticism of your mindset
is that you get more cryptic the more prolific
you become. Stay austere and delineate
the you that you imagine yourself to be.
It would be wise to scrutinize your position,
and never disparage your condition.
The conflagration of knowledge lives
within every thought you possess,
and your best rebuttal will scuttle
any new innovation. So join the celebration.
Gregarious is better than hilariously out of touch!
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2015
Return of the Phoenix – Use These Words
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I think we all get a bit like that now and then 😉
Here’s to staying in touch especially with jocularity!
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Thanks Jules! We certainly do!
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“never disparage your condition”. One of many truths in this.
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I admire this, beginning with the way the title sets up a field of tension for the poem.
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Thrilled by the inclusion of my poem “Way to Find Neverland” on Iain Douglas Kemp’s podcast the past Friday. This is a link to the recording: http://iainkemp.com/wp-content/uploads/Way-to-Find-Neverland-by-Walt-Wojtanik-read-by-Iain-Douglas-Kemp.mp3
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Congratulations, Walt.
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FASCISM
This great scourge
flouted the whole world
and rendered
a schism
born of fanaticism
and pessimism.
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