Random Poem
by Fordy, Susan, and Doghouse
Any one here?
Was the question.
Was there an answer?
Or even a mention?
"Present" I proclaim,
What about the others?
From the dead (this group) can we reclaim?
I hope so, if I had my druthers.
And with that comes are very good question
I have often wondered about your druthers
Did you simply inherit them,
Of did you steal them from the Mudders?
If he stole them does that make him a thief of genetics,
robbing DNA from sisters and cousins and mothers?
Or are his druthers just fake, like a can of cosmetics
and his choices simply lifted from the minds of some others?
I think she ment Mudders, miners with the milk,
With the Hero of Canton, a man they called Jayne,
(Though, not v ery reputable, men of his ilk),
And I wouldn't steal, from that I abstain.
So you wouldn't steal from rich,
And give to the poor,
Wouldn't look at The Man
and give him "what for"?
You wouldn't stand up for the needy
the blind and the lame?
Then you're not the solution
you're part of the blame.
Well he is Canadian,
and some say that's a fault.
To ward off his evil,
Turn around and throw salt.
A Canadian you say, the ones who misplace their "u's"?
Well I can't really say that that's much of an excuse.
But I'll cut him some slack and pour him some gin
because I think he likes to eat that disgusting looking poutine.
I disagree about the cutting of the slack,
As he breakfasts by the ocean
And then seconds later while still chewing,
He is hiking on a mountain.
I'd stand up for the needy, and regularily donate,
Canadians are good, the salt of the Earth,
I wish the American's would stop all the Hate,
Your spelling without the "u's" fills me with mirth.
American's - we put the "a" in Hate.
Or so the Canadian has tried to prove
Alas he is just our whiny ol' mate,
We know to American he wants to move.
We don’t always hate, sometimes we’re just picky
I’m sure he can figure it out.
Even though the distinction can be subtle and sticky
If he needs help he can just give me a shout.
And maybe the distinction is obvious and plain
and he doesn’t want to condescend.
So before he can do any Canadian legerdemain
I’ll just say that this is The End.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Random Poems
Random Poems
by Fordy
The first, Doghouse posted "Poem of the Day" and invited everyone to post or write a poem. The second was a little poem for Susan on her birthday; and the third was a little poem for Marie on her birthday.
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This day in July, not so many years gone by,
Born to the world, with a baby's loud cry,
Susan the snarktastic, the spoiler-world queen!
Hope your day is fantastic, fun and Super keen!
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To our Dear Marie,
by Fordy
The first, Doghouse posted "Poem of the Day" and invited everyone to post or write a poem. The second was a little poem for Susan on her birthday; and the third was a little poem for Marie on her birthday.
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Bring out your dead, wailed out the voice,
Startled he awoke, afraid of his choice,
Before surrendering to grief,
He looked on with Relief
Monty Python's Holy Grail is too loud - rejoice!*********************
This day in July, not so many years gone by,
Born to the world, with a baby's loud cry,
Susan the snarktastic, the spoiler-world queen!
Hope your day is fantastic, fun and Super keen!
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To our Dear Marie,
Please I beg hear my plea,
Sawyer and the gang all say
Have a great day!
Warmest Birthday wishes to you are sent
All Haters can go and get bent!!
Move and Repeat
Move and Repeat
by Fordy, Doghouse
In this exercise, the first person write a four-line stanza. The second person will take the second line of that stanza and use it as the first line of the second four-line stanza and write three new lines for it. Each person will continue taking the second line of the previous stanza and using it as the first line in a new four-line stanza.
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Summer is here, And the sun is shining,
Sand at the beach is warm and golden,
Once long ago, for your love I was pining,
To you no longer, am I beholden
Sand at the beach, was warm and golden
Winter's set in, covering all with frost,
Passion has faded, no longer do you embolden,
What once was so special, is long gone and lost
Winter's departed, taking all the frost,
Spring has arrived, flowers in bloom,
Eyes afire, dazzling smile; with a look you accost,
Drawn to you I am; my heart you exhume.
Spring has arrived, flowers in bloom,
the days are longer the sun rules the sky.
But I still long for the early sunset gloom
You could ask me to explain but I won't tell you why.
by Fordy, Doghouse
In this exercise, the first person write a four-line stanza. The second person will take the second line of that stanza and use it as the first line of the second four-line stanza and write three new lines for it. Each person will continue taking the second line of the previous stanza and using it as the first line in a new four-line stanza.
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Summer is here, And the sun is shining,
Sand at the beach is warm and golden,
Once long ago, for your love I was pining,
To you no longer, am I beholden
Sand at the beach, was warm and golden
Winter's set in, covering all with frost,
Passion has faded, no longer do you embolden,
What once was so special, is long gone and lost
Winter's departed, taking all the frost,
Spring has arrived, flowers in bloom,
Eyes afire, dazzling smile; with a look you accost,
Drawn to you I am; my heart you exhume.
Spring has arrived, flowers in bloom,
the days are longer the sun rules the sky.
But I still long for the early sunset gloom
You could ask me to explain but I won't tell you why.
Write a Shortie
Write a "Shortie"
by Doghouse, Fordy
A "shortie" here is a piece of writing that's 100 words or less.
Here are the guidelines:
The theme: Journalism.
The limit: 100 words or less.
The prompt: Real news is everywhere and it’s often depressing. Create some fake news using one of the topics below or one of your own. Funny or serious, your choice.
Suggested news topics:
Unusual weather, Amazing scientific breakthrough, Cat stuck in tree, New continent discovered, Library scandal.
"Novel Crime"
Criminal investigators are currently looking into a reported case of theft from the Minneapolis Public Library after a book was reported missing last Friday. The missing title, “Love Buzz: Soul of the Honeybee”, a collection of poems by local author, I. Ben Stung was last seen by librarian aide Catherine “Cat” A. Logger during her routine daily afternoon shelving.
“I loaded the book on the cart myself” Logger said. “But when I went to put it on the shelf it was gone. Taken.”
This is not the first missing book reported at the new downtown library. Library officials refused comment.
"Weather"
Meteorologists are at a loss to explain the recent deluge of sunshine hitting the city. "They told me when I first moved here that it would rain for 8 months straight, and now here we are in Mid-March and it hasn't rained in weeks. What am I going to do with all of these umbrellas?" local merchant, Ray Needai complained.
The current sunny weather is expected to last into next week, when it could potentially level off into seasonal norms.
by Doghouse, Fordy
A "shortie" here is a piece of writing that's 100 words or less.
Here are the guidelines:
The theme: Journalism.
The limit: 100 words or less.
The prompt: Real news is everywhere and it’s often depressing. Create some fake news using one of the topics below or one of your own. Funny or serious, your choice.
Suggested news topics:
Unusual weather, Amazing scientific breakthrough, Cat stuck in tree, New continent discovered, Library scandal.
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"Novel Crime"
Criminal investigators are currently looking into a reported case of theft from the Minneapolis Public Library after a book was reported missing last Friday. The missing title, “Love Buzz: Soul of the Honeybee”, a collection of poems by local author, I. Ben Stung was last seen by librarian aide Catherine “Cat” A. Logger during her routine daily afternoon shelving.
“I loaded the book on the cart myself” Logger said. “But when I went to put it on the shelf it was gone. Taken.”
This is not the first missing book reported at the new downtown library. Library officials refused comment.
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"Weather"
Meteorologists are at a loss to explain the recent deluge of sunshine hitting the city. "They told me when I first moved here that it would rain for 8 months straight, and now here we are in Mid-March and it hasn't rained in weeks. What am I going to do with all of these umbrellas?" local merchant, Ray Needai complained.
The current sunny weather is expected to last into next week, when it could potentially level off into seasonal norms.
Can You Tell Your Life Story In Exactly Six Words?
Can You Tell Your Life Story In Exactly Six Words?
by J.Elizabeth, Marie, Fordy
Once asked to write a full story in six words, legend has it that novelist Ernest Hemingway responded: "For Sale: baby shoes, never worn."
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Some days suck, others are better!
I should have been a blond.
I'm smarter than the average bear.
by J.Elizabeth, Marie, Fordy
Once asked to write a full story in six words, legend has it that novelist Ernest Hemingway responded: "For Sale: baby shoes, never worn."
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Some days suck, others are better!
I should have been a blond.
I'm smarter than the average bear.
The Evil of Dorcas Goodvoiceflute and Libby Cluck
From Buffs - The Evil of Dorcas Goodvoiceflute and Libby Cluck
by Fordy, Susan, Craig, Sue
This started on one email list as a passing joke between Moderator's in the Spoiler-verse, we just forwarded it to EC-S and continued it a little further.
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"Mua ha ha" Dorcas GoodvoiceFlute laughed maniacly to herself. "My nemesis Libby Cluck will rue the day he chose to cross me." With a flourish she finished her letter:
Dear Dictator Cluck,Cluck you!The Revolution Awaits!~Dorcas Goodvoiceflute, Leading revolutions since 1961
That will put him in his place. THinking he can charge in and take over my domain. I've been cultivating my evil plots for the last five years, and I won't let him think he can usurp my plans of world domination. My minions are ripe and ready.
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Libby Cluck fumed as he read the latest missive from Dorcas. Who did this upstart think she was. He had watched in horror as she built up her power-base, and as he realized her plans for global domination he had an idea of how he could turn this to his use. First he had to rile her up, and if he blind-copied her minions, perhaps they'd assume he was all about the peace and the love - leaving them ripe for his leadership.
Dear Dorcas,I think you are confused. It is you who is the dictator. Dr. Cluck has no interest in ruling over all of spoilerville- he is a man of and for the people. It is his mission to prevent your dictatorship from growing even further and to enlighten the people about the evil that is the reign of Dorcas. So say we all.Namaste,Libby Cluck, Ph.D, M.D.,D.O, D.M.D, D.O.A
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Meanwhile in his secret lair, Fordy the Fordinator of Light (he'd recently been promoted from "Forderama of Exorcism" by The Powers That Be), planned on how best to save the spoiler-verse, and the world from dominion by these two very evil, noxious villains. He'd already managed to rescue Spoiler-Queen Erish from their mad quests for power, but for her to remain safe she had to remain hidden (occasionally sending secret codes to her followers through the facebook interface). With a heavy sigh he sat down at the terminal. At least he had Good and Right on his side, more than could be said of the fascists he was commissioned to battle.
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It was time for Fordy to call in his crack-team of trained femme-fatales ... Fordy's Angels. They could sweep in and also help to undermine the evil plots of Dorcas and Libby. It was only the cream-of-the-crop of the Fordy Girls that were promoted to Fordy's Angels.
Alas and unbeknownst to Fordy, there was much dissension amongst his Angels. Each believed she was Fordy's favorite, yet each didn't know that he harbored a secret affection for one who was not yet an angel. Perhaps a demon, but not an angel. What was Fordy to do?
He couldn't betray his Angels for fear that they would turn on him and choose the path of righteousness that Libby Cluck offered them. So he pined away in secret, hoping one day his secret demon love would love him back. Who was that demon? Ah, a secret so deeply buried that only one had that knowledge. For only Fair Queen Erish knew the truth,and she was not about to reveal all until such time as served her purpose. So Fordy sulked back to his Angels and bravely asked their assistance.
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Little did Fordy know that Dr. Cluck had recently kidnapped the Angels to a remote island in the south Pacific. As Fordy tried to call the Angels on the speakerphone at Fordy headquarters, the phone rang repeatedly. "Where are those Angels? They are supposed to be at my beck and call!" Fordy fumed to himself.
He couldn't betray his Angels for fear that they would turn on him and choose the path of righteousness that Libby Cluck offered them. So he pined away in secret, hoping one day his secret demon love would love him back. Who was that demon? Ah, a secret so deeply buried that only one had that knowledge. For only Fair Queen Erish knew the truth,and she was not about to reveal all until such time as served her purpose. So Fordy sulked back to his Angels and bravely asked their assistance.
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Little did Fordy know that Dr. Cluck had recently kidnapped the Angels to a remote island in the south Pacific. As Fordy tried to call the Angels on the speakerphone at Fordy headquarters, the phone rang repeatedly. "Where are those Angels? They are supposed to be at my beck and call!" Fordy fumed to himself.
Meanwhile on a remote island in the south Pacific, the Angels were sitting on the beach and wondering where their drinks were....
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"This is Agent Chienmaison, IMOM reporting in. Apparently there's trouble afoot in the Spoiler-Verse. Someone's getting ready to make a grab for power, I'm just not sure who ..."
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To be Continued .... ???
Story Starter - Writing Prompt
Writing Prompt
by Fordy, Marie
This started with a writing prompt of the first sentence. It never really went anywhere, and never generated a lot participation ...
She SO did not want to be here, especially when . . .
... he was here too, watching her from across the room. And the asshole had the nerve to give her that self-satisfying smug look. Randy knew his presence at the wedding would bother his ex-girlfriend, Amanda, but he had to see her one more time.
by Fordy, Marie
This started with a writing prompt of the first sentence. It never really went anywhere, and never generated a lot participation ...
She SO did not want to be here, especially when . . .
... he was here too, watching her from across the room. And the asshole had the nerve to give her that self-satisfying smug look. Randy knew his presence at the wedding would bother his ex-girlfriend, Amanda, but he had to see her one more time.
Things had ended so badly between them, he needed her to understand. It wasn't his fault. He would make her understand one way or another.
Amanda turned to Mike, who had been sitting beside her oblivious to the turmoil raging inside of her. "Mike, I hate to impose, but could you ..."
" ... just stay with me. Randy's over there, and did you see that look he gave me? And he's got something under his coat ..."
Randy glanced in Amanda's direction and saw her discussing something serious with Mike. What was he thinking coming here? He knew it was hopeless, but he felt he had no choice.
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