Drums in the Night
Drums in the night
Stars in the sky
Where are you?
The apple of my eye.
In A2K one must stay alert,
If you're not spontaneous
You'll lose your shirt.
Noah had a ark
But he had no place to park
You see it rained forty days
And in the following haze
He ran into the mountain base
ah! my fellow A2 knowers
so darn clever so per-verse
chant your couplets, sing your sonnets
do your best or do your worst
keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming,
I can never slake this thirst
I will read what e'er you write here
any blinking thing you durst
But write a little worse than I do
lest you might my bubble burst
I've spent a lifetime till I found you
- a place where I can finish FIRST. :wink:
Cat curled on a box
breathing up and down
toes tucked in under his tail.
mr. jjorge, what a feller
in your avatar of yeller,
your poetry is truly divine,
if you don't come first, do you whine?
:wink:
damnit, jjorge. I can do better, I will do better. I will do better than thou. I shalt be foist.
littlek,
If you switched line 2 with line 3, would your lovely piece be a haiku?
Kara - it would be haiku! Funny, all those haiku threads really sank into my brain....
Thank you for haiku
A form I rarely do
But when it's by you
I enjoy it to
edgar,
We can do 5, 6, 5, 5, too. If you insist.
Maybe we could call it low-ku
My oh my dear chatavoyant
Are you really that clairvoyant?
Or did you guess that I'm a connoisseur of whines?
Let me tell you Chat however
you won't find ME whining ever,
The whine we taste is likely to be thine. ( :wink: extra big wink)
Kara
My bubble boist,
You come in foist!
Better foist than first. I like the smile that goes with it.
I don't do poetry at 8 am. Back later.
jjorge, jjorge, the connoisseur of fine whines
You have really outdone yourself this time.
But whining in abundance
Can cause brain redundance
So I limit my fine whines to my time online.
Notwithstanding talk of whines,
I like your verse, I like your lines.
This tete a tete has made my day,
Bravo Chato! and ole'!
Thank you jjorge
What a guy!
I'm smiling also
And that's no lie.
Stopping in Ditch on a Snowy Evening
Whose ditch this is I think I know;
I bet he's eatin' supper, though,
And ain't about to come down here
To dig my car outta the snow.
He could - he's got a big John Deere;
With chains, a winch, or some such gear,
Ten minutes is all it'd take --
I'd only have to sit and steer.
It's quite a walk I'll have to make,
And that right there looks like a lake;
Thin ice is all -- huh? what's that beep?
Why, it's my cellphone, for goodness sake!
Don't use it much -- the calls ain't cheap,
But beats walkin' through snow this deep.
I'll call Triple-A ... Let that creep
Huggin' his stove go take a leap.
