188 sops made joyful for texting in garden

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Father applauded –
they laughed out 188 suppers
to kingdoms in night for
confederates,
wine
or using suffering
while entering over
a recent 18-bread flesh.

Father also knew 147 hours,
74 registration cups
and 59 Lords
to white nights
who didn’t have atonement.

That guard endureth
to fewer than 2,000,
feet in 2013.

 

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Following Margo over to Oulipost for today’s challenge, the “Chimera.”
Original Article, from today’s Las Vegas Sun
Nouns: The Man Born to Be King, by Dorothy Sayers
Verbs: Psalm 100
Adjectives: song lyrics from “Let It Go”

 

Sweet 16

She
……………….(curious,
impervious to reason)
………………….allowed her caprice
to release doubt, rain
………black clouds down
……………………………….on slightly scattered
mind. There, she would find
……..an awful hole
………………………..buried deep, where
stairs no longer reach.

We’ve bid her
…..to declare war, ask more
……………………….of this fragile place,
but she continues
…………………….to grit her teeth and grieve
……………………………..with grace.

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Written for Quickly, Day 16.

Blue Morning

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She wakes to cotton candy sky,
…………..indigo silver mirror spill, stills
………………..her small heart
……………..with wave, and psalms.

With steaming cup filled
……and time enough,
…………………….she spills her words
to a woodpecker’s song.

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Last day in Tahoe.
Lost track of time and forgot to honor my Trifectan heritage yesterday with a 33.

limbo

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neither here
……………..nor there,
we stay.
breaths held,
…………..wait
for
…………………….brighter fates.

 

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Written for Quickly, Day 15.

ransom vow

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we move now
……………..as one,
mar norms;
raw reason worn
…………..as warm wave,
scars at core.

war wanes.

nervous, we crave more:
sworn craze,
………………..same wave,
sane answers,
new names.

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Following Margo over to Oulipost, where today’s challenge is called Prisoner’s Constraint. Imagine paper is a commodity (as it would be with a prisoner), and use only those letters which don’t dip above or below the line: acemnorsuvwxz. Confession: I used a word scrambler, similar to the Scrabble one. I tried to get inspired by the newspaper first, but got discouraged (shocking how many words have those pesky stretching or dangling letters)…so I ended up working backwards. I used the scrambler to find words I might want to use, then referred back to my source, the Las Vegas Sun, to be sure they were available. (I was sad to see “scarecrow” was not.) I enjoyed this challenge mucho. Head over and read Margo’s – it’s excellent. 

 

 

Today I Scattered You to Sky

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And that is where I will find you,
breathed in breeze and pinned
to star. I pity this upside-down
world, really, enraptured by all
its tiny glories, its sacred stories
of ever, ever, ever after and all
that eye batting in between. In
all its myths and mysteries, did
it ever once know an equation
such as this, a gentle, constant
fusion of freedom, phrase and
fire? The quiet shirring of edges
around something small, swall
-owed, sworn, and grown? And
oh, the aching joy of being
known. I can loose you now, be
-cause I know this vast space is
our home.
 

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Written for Poetic Asides Day 15.

Only Qualified Applicants Need Apply

 

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Seeking:
highly qualified
residential mummy
to handle customer
embalming,
hieroglyphics
and amulets.
Commercial burial
a plus but not
necessary. Must have
skin, bones, internal
organs experience.
MUST have a work god
that can carry at least
an 8 ft. bird
and basic specimens.
MUST speak and write
fluent Egyptian.
Pay mysteries can range
from $21-$25 an hour,
based on revelation.

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Following Margo over to Oulipost, where today’s challenge was to take a classified ad and replace all of its nouns from those used in one article in the same newspaper.  My first attempt to merge these mummies was with a Rottweiler sales ad, but it just sounded forced. I like this one only slight better, but it did strike my fancy, someone looking for a pro mummy. ;) The original mummy article is here, and the original classified ad is here, both from the Las Vegas Review Journal.