Month: September 2012

  • Welcome Back to the Giant Cock!

    Seeing as HTML does NOT seem to work in the comment boxes... I'll post it HERE. Ner ner ner xanga!

     

  • Poetry Posse - "Autobiography" - April 9, '10



    It's really simple. All you have to do is follow the format below.
    Line 1:    Your first name (or nickname)
    Line 2:    Four descriptive traits 
    Line 3:    Sibling of... 
    Line 4:    Lover of (people, ideas) 
    Line 5:    Who feels... 
    Line 6:    Who needs... 
    Line 7:    Who gives...
    Line 8:    Who fears... 
    Line 9:    Who would like to see... 
    Line 10:  Resident of (your city) 
    Line 11:  Your last name (to protect your privacy, you may use another word to describe  yourself)
    To add twist to the challenge: lines 1 and 2 should rhyme as well as lines 4 and 5, 6 and 7, then 8 and 9, respectively.  

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    Mousie
     
    Gregarious, go-getting, earnest but silly.
    Sibling of someone who lives too far away.
    Lover of sunshine, cats and things slightly crazy
    Who feels hectically manic; at the same time so lazy.
    Who needs to come out of her reverie in the woods
    Who gives a damn that she should come up with the goods.
    Who fears nothing much while she has the love of her boy
    Who would like to see a world full of peace, love and joy.
     
    Resident of Thornville, Ohio.
     
    Slightly chipped.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Click here for more. :)

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    TRIPLES with EMMA

  • Poetry Posse - "The Hellebores' Herald" - March 21, '10




    Cinna's Challenge:

    My theme is nature. Spring has rung in today. Although, I look through my window and see huge snowflakes here in Michigan. I ask that you bring me something of spring to lighten the heavy burden of snow. I ask for the springs of new growth.  Please take a moment if you will and write a poem for us this week. Your participation is appreciated. Thank you, Cinna.
     
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    The Hellebore's Herald
     
    The hellebores opened on the 20th of March,
    The vernal equinox.
    They raised themselves up in a gentle arch
    Which was never quite enough to lift their faces to the glowing sun.
     
     
    They seemed almost apologetic, heads bowed
    To the ground,
    As if ashamed to be too exuberantly proud
    Or boastful at being the first to greet the season of life reborn.
     
     
     
    They are content to appear quietly subdued,
    Understated.
    Even their colouring is neither loud nor rude,
    But a gentle green which is somehow fitting to herald in the flowers of Spring.
     
     
     
     
    To visit the Posse, click here. :)

    TRIPLES with EMMA

  • Poetry Posse - "Aaaaaahhhh... :)" - Jan 26, '10





    This Week's Theme
     
    Blackjack
     
    Write a three-line poem totaling exactly 21 words including the title based on the first thing you see at 12 noon.
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    "Aaaaahhhh..... :) "
     
     
    A hiss upon the hotplate as the pot is pulled away.
    Drizzle. Fizzle. Sizzle.
    "Too much caffeine"? No such thing.... 
     
     
     
     
     
    Click here for more entries. :)

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    TRIPLES with EMMA

  • Poetry Posse - "Childhood Memory of (A) Fall" - Sept 29, '09

    I had a really nice surprise yesterday when I discovered that my previous (and first!) entry to the Poetry Posse Challenge had won an Honourable Mention from the other participants, and  I'd been picked as the "Remembered Words From Time Passed" for this month of September 09. Bloody hell! You could have knocked me down with a feather! :D
     
    I'm hoping this boost to my poetic ego, which can be somewhat lacking at times, will help to spur me on to produce a little more mouse-type creativity. Thanks to everyone who voted for me! *muah!*
    The next Challenge is up and running ~
     
    "The theme this week will be simple and easy. It's free verse, no line or stanza limit. But the theme is to pen (keyboard) a good moment that stands out in your childhood surrounding Fall. That shouldn't be difficult, right? Right."
     
    Well, let's see, eh? :)






    Childhood Memory of (A) Fall

     
    A day at the park with Mum and Dad,
    My brother and I wrapped in eager anticipation and woolly hats and mitts.
    Leaping from the car into a whirlwind of leaves in motion
    As trees give up their coverage in a frenzy of wind-fueled dance.
     
    Crouching low to pick up a shiny conker,
    Jumping high to catch a falling leaf
    Or two, or three ~
    One gold, one green, one bronze, one red
    I want a crown of crunchy jewels for my head.
     
    The wind has whipped up mountains of crisp snap and crackle
    As we run for the slide and swings,
    Crunching our way up and over and down.
    I run too fast, wanting to be the winner
    And loose my balance, clumsy as I always am.
    Sprawling head first not into a forgiving pile such as just climbed,
    But chin meeting gravel with a sickening thud.
     
    I cry. My brother laughs.
     
    Mum and Dad come running.
     
    Dad picks me up and hoists me into his arms,
    Me facing backwards as, en masse, we make our way back to the car.
    I watch red drips from my chin mingle with my tears and fall onto his mustard-yellow sweater,
    Quickly soaking in like ink on blotting paper.
     
    My brother glares angrily at me and complains,
    Our Fun Day Sunday cut short.
    If looks could kill I'd be dead and not just sore.
    He sticks his tongue out at me. I cry more.
     
    But back home, nestled in an armchair in the glow of the fire,
    The sting of antiseptic on my chin soothed away by a mother's kiss,
    The drama is forgotten as we sip our "special" hot chocolate.
    Catching a marshmallow with his tongue
    He mutters "You okay? Sorry Sue"
    And smiles.
     
    And later, tucked up in bed,
    I wince a little as my tongue catches a slightly wobbly tooth.
    But I don't cry... instead I smile too.
    Maybe the Tooth Fairy will be visiting soon
    And I'll get my crown of jewels after all. 


    TRIPLES with EMMA

     

     
     

  • Cases of Stories of Travels - Oct 17, '11

     

    Teri hosts a weekly writing challenge, Fiction in a Flash, in which she posts an image and asks you to write a 55 word piece - no more, no less - inspired by that image.

     
    I'm stealing her idea. :)
     
    A while back she asked us to send images for future use in case she was stuck for something, and I sent this...
     
     
     
    It's a statue in Mount Street in Liverpool, one of several dotted around that square, which I've always been fond of. Teri never did need the help she asked for (because she's good like that!), and never used the photo, but I thought I'd post the FIAF piece I wrote for the photo anyway. Hope you don't mind, Teri!
     
    Feel free to tell me where your suitcase would be headed... :)
     
     
    Cases of Stories of Travels.
     
    The exotic scents of Chinese jasmine and silk,
    Or a ketchup-drenched hot dog in New York.
    The moaning of Scottish winter pines,
    Or an apricot-ginger pancake on the banks of an Amsterdam canal.
    The business trip to clinch the deal,
    The country-cottage break to relax and heal...
     
    What story tells your suitcase?
     
     
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  • Fiction in a Flash - "Believe" July 20th, '11


                                         


    They say that when one door closes, another opens.
    Supposedly an affirmation of better things to come.
    But how can you know, until after you've walked through that opened door?

    You can't.

    You just have to wait, and see, and above all,
    Keep hope.
    It may all come undone...

    Take a deep breath,
    And believe.

    For more Fiction in a Flash, click here.

  • Fiction in a Flash - "Synergistic Entity" April 24, '11

     
     
    Free form gossamer,
    flowing like water,
    Rippling.
    The stone-skips of the music
    on the surface of the mind
    as it envelops the senses
    totally.
     
    The body sways and dips
    with fluid motion
    of its own accord,
    barely needing the mind's direction.
    Senses, body, music, mind,
    carried with the emotional tide;
     
    Synergistic entity,
    Inextricably entwined.
     
     
     
    ©MP66 4/11
     
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    The "rules" are few and very simple:

    * Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
    * You may only write 55 words.
    * Your entry must be fiction.
    * Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
    * Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )
     
     
     
    For more Fiction in a Flash, click here. :)

  • Fiction in a Flash - "The Final Request" April 4th, '11

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    John Doe, Jane Doe...
    Just another Doe to you, as you slide me into my steel drawer.
    An undignified end, that toe tag without my real name on it.
    But bear in mind -
    I've been a partner, a parent, a sibling...
     
    You may never know the details,
    But they remain, nonetheless.
     
    Please slide gently.

     
     
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    The "rules" are few and very simple:

    * Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
    * You may only write 55 words.
    * Your entry must be fiction.
    * Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
    * Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )
     
    Click here for more entries. 

  • Fiction in a Flash - "The Letter" March 26, '11

     
    The Letter
     

       

    An anachronism almost, now.
    Tidings of births, marriages, 
    across-the-miles news...
    Once flowed as freely as the ink 
    that stained the paper beneath it.
    A million and more personal fonts, 
    as individual as the people that wrote them.
    Now we share Garamond, Comic Sans,
    Courier...
    Our "courier" no longer the Postman,
    but the Inbox.
     
    MP66 03/11
     
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    The "rules" are few and very simple:

    * Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
    * You may only write 55 words.
    * Your entry must be fiction.
    * Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
    * Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )
     
    To view more entries, or join in yourself, click here. :)