Showing posts with label silly poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silly poems. Show all posts

Saturday, September 17, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Boldly Bowling Badly

 

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when I boldly bowl

my lack of skill is canon

low score the story

like ammo from a cannon

the ball rolls down the gutter


notes

I created today's silly Haiga using the Saturday Mix prompt

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/double-take-saturday-mix-17-september-2022/

And a free-use image from Stock Snap on Pixabay.

https://pixabay.com/photos/bowling-sport-game-play-floor-2585602/

I blended everything up using Pixlr.com

Hopefully, my text art and image manipulation skills are better than my bowling abilities, which are pretty much nonexistent. 

I totally did not create this post on Sunday and then backdate it to Saturday.

You are free to use the Haiga and laugh at my bad bowling. For the Haiga, please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog. For the bowling, please don't mention it.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Tuesday, April 5, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 5


Good morning, Poetry People. Here is today's soundtrack inspiration for you. The link follows below in case you can't see the player.


It's too early to be awake but I may as well strike while the iron's hot. I started my morning sneezing my brains out and with a blood sugar of 223. I wasn't terribly surprised since I made rice with dinner last night and rice jacks my blood sugar like nothing else. 

So, why would I make rice when I'm not even particularly fond of it? My son likes it, it went well with the meat component of the supper, and I couldn't be arsed to make an alternative for myself. Never mind all that. Just play the music and write the poetry.

Here are the prompts that I used in crafting today's poem, Insomaniac Nonsense, which featured a sporty Jabberwock.

Write a make sense poem and/or a don't make sense poem

Write about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual. A Jabberwock can't help doing things that are unusual. It is the living definition of unusual.

My computer is being a supreme piece of junk this morning. I'm going to try to go back to bed. Perhaps I will dream of Jabberwocks playing sports.

~Ornery Jabberwock Has Spoken~

Not the real Ornery Owl
This iconic image was created in 1871 by John Tenniel.
It is in the public domain.



Monday, November 2, 2020

An Unexpected Visitor

 

Free use image by Waldkunst on Pixabay

on a dismal night while making a casserole
one eldritch horror caused extramundane disturbance
on its arrival bursting from the earth like a mole
the clatter of bricks brought me great perturbance

never have I before heard such a deafening whistle
not like the hooning sound from its numerous orifices
nothing I could find would make an effective missile
not enough to damage its hardened protuberances 

even if I had a tome of arcane magic
eldritch horrors must be known to be dismissed
everything pointed to my ending being tragic
ensuing thoughts of doom made me turn agonist

very many possibilities did cross my mind
visions of my last moments grim and gory
visceral thoughts of murder most unkind
viciously the creature leaned in, ate the casserole, end of story

~cie~

Not the best poem ever written, but I had fun.



PAD Challenge Prompt:
Write an unexpected poem.

Poetry Style:
Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second each line beginning with that letter.

On the third stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza and write the third each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth each line beginning with that letter.

Agonist- a person who is torn my inner conflict
Casserole
Dismal
Eldritch- spooky, eerie, weird
Whistle
Numerous
Extramundane- beyond our world or material universe
Find
Harden
Lean
Clatter
Brick

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Monday, August 19, 2019

Carpe Diem Field of Flowers: Columbine


they say columbine
is the flower for my state
I've never seen one
growing in the wild places
on the hills or in the plains

~Cie~


Ghost Town Grover and Cactus Clem wanted to share their poems too!
Please understand that they wouldn't know
A Haiku from the sole of their shoe




A Columbine Poem
by
Ghost Town Grover

I might of seen a columbine
When I was working in the mine
Trouble is, I wouldn't know
'Cause I wasn't looking for nothing except for gold!


Cactus Clem's Columbine Poem

I might like to see a columbine
But what I really like is to drink wine
I like some beer and whiskey too
But I don't never eat no stew
Eatin' isn't in my plan
But I gotta drink 'cause I'm a Cactus Man 

To follow the adventures of Grover, Cactus Clem, and their friends, and maybe even find some good stuff to buy and support the Grover Hotel renovations, please visit the Good Stuff From Grover blog!

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Carpe Diem Field of Flowers: Pretty Posies, Putrid Puns, Silly Scots, and Good Stuff from Grover


I canna say I
have seen a Canna Lily
I hope that I can

~Cie~


I'm sorry! Don't PUNish me too severely!

This post inspired by several things silly and/or Scottish in origin.

All three of these bad good boys were born in Scotland. 
Sadly, two out of three of them are no longer of this world.

It wouldnae be Star Trek without Scotty
This really cute fan art was found on Tumblr. I havenae been able to discover the creator. It wasnae me. I can hardly draw stick figures.

Admit it, Lads and Lassies.
School would have been better if Willie had been your school's groundskeeper.

This post made Grover groan



"Y'all will never make me admit that I found anything funny about this punny poetry!"


And Cactus Clem chuckle.
"Grover, ole pal, y'all can't pull the wool over my eyes. I heard ya chucklin' behind yer hat!"

Follow the adventures of Grover, Cactus Clem and the Punny Old Prune (Cie) plus get updates on the Grover Hotel renovations at the Good Stuff from Grover blog. Y'all might even find yerself something useful in Grover's General Store!

Sunday, September 27, 2015

The Brothers' Cookie Quest

Angus (L) and Malcolm Young, late 1960's
You cannot tell me that these guys never used the "who, us?" expression to their advantage

The Brothers' Cookie Quest

Tiring greatly of waiting for chow
Though he feared a foot to the brow
The elder of two brothers
Gave a boost to the other
To reach the cookies they were craving right now

~Wanda~

Prompts used:
OTP Prompts (BROTP in this case)

Sunday, October 20, 2013

The Yogurt and the Spoon


The Yogurt and the Spoon

Oh Yogurt! sighed the spoon
Your probiotics make me swoon!
You bathe me in cool creaminess
You make me feel so fine and fresh

Ah Spoon! the yogurt sighed
I can't wait for the moment when you reach inside
I hunger to feel you scoop me up
I'm waiting for you in my loving cup!

A very silly poem by
Petra Steele

The challenge was to write a poem about love between two objects. I was about to eat yogurt, so I was inspired to create this.
This one may rival the piece submitted by our Vogon guest a couple of days ago!

Folks, for everyone's sake, I am not about to try to meet the other part of the challenge. My ugly mug would break the camera, and I am very self-conscious about my hick accent. So--nope! Not gonna do it! Believe me, you should thank me.
~Petra~