Tag Archives: paper scissors rock

Origami Paper Passed in Bio 101 

Posted on November 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

This is not a love poem.  I don’t care how many          (red, red) roses you send or ways you countor   (loves me, loves me) knots you tie or body electrics you sing.  See, here’s the thing: (the root of root andbud of bud and what -not)  (what passions, … Continue reading →

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Ro. Sham. Beau. 

Posted on April 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

It was all fun and games            (dynamite, really) until one of us    (that would be me) hit rock                  (paper, scissors) bottom.  ::In April, we poem.

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Ro Sham Bo

Posted on November 18, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  ..  I am paper -proud, running with scissors, clinging to the rock.   ..  

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Running with Scissors

Posted on April 21, 2018 by whimsygizmo

{on the Dangers of Dying} .. We’d be lying if we told ourselves we didn’t want to cut these strings (apron, heart, fate); set fire to paper before we ever etch one word. We’ve heard Mr. Death’s got himself a … Continue reading →

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playing{favorites}

Posted on April 16, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… you wanted to play black -jack, while i’m more of a paper ……..(scissors, rock) girl. heads (over heels), i lose. hearts, you win.   ..

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paper scissors

Posted on November 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

they don’t cut much, or deep, and they keep tearing. their edges are ragged and worn as my own. but i am convinced if i let them flap in the breeze long enough, they might cover me, rock my inky … Continue reading →

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Throwing Stones

Posted on September 30, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… i Shouldn’t, really. (Glass houses and all that C   R    A     S    H -ability.) ii Skip it. Long and low, across the waves, (or whatever saves you from the rest of the storm.) iii The one that … Continue reading →

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Troika Triptych

Posted on April 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I don’t mean to be cryptic. Give me earth, wind, fire. This isn’t a triathlon, Love. You can run but you can’t (swim, bike) hide. Please, just go and ro sham beaux your way back to this third marble … Continue reading →

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poem ignoring a marmot

Posted on February 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem cannot wait for spring, early or otherwise. it has winter things to spill. snow and what -not, from its icy quill. no flake the same, they say, but they have not met her frozen side. how much … Continue reading →

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nouveau ro sham beaux

Posted on November 7, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. throw stones. stone thrones save us, shave us down to glass crowns. too stoned to drown, we gather riverstones, shown how the blown breeze whispers truth to trees. would you save for me some small something no one else … Continue reading →

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