Write a poem using these words.

Raggedyaggie, wonderful!!

Poor guy won't be able to hang ten anymore.

Here are more words, if anyone would like to continue.

Buy Ocean Cleaners Conscience Idea
Retriever Hospital Brush Loud Hymn

Oh, goodie, more words.

On the radio a loud hymn was playing
In the hospital room where I'm staying.
I felt a twinge of conscience.
Then said, "Just skip this nonsense,
When you're billed, you'll do plenty of praying".

My retriever chews his brush everytime I'm away,
And I'll be sent to the cleaners if I'm here one more day.
So I have an idea, a really great notion.
I'll buy a hideaway on a hill near the ocean
If I can just sneak out of here without having to pay.

Oh, you ARE good!

I've been remiss, but with my sons here, I've been busy doing fun things like sightseeing and going out to eat and yakking for hours at a time. You've inspired me to get busy. I'll try to have something by tomorrow.

Thank you, Diane. Your visit with your sons sounds wonderful. Enjoy every minute.

Hospital nights found you
unraveling the cleaners' work:

Your conscience had searched the depths
of a dark, unfinished, ocean.
It is now a hymn to Hypnos.

Loud programming was Mephisto:
with his brush he swiped the motion
of every dangerous idea.

A retriever he was,
and forced you to buy his bounty.

fbaezer, Mephisto--hypnos--necromancer:

That was haunting, so I think I'll try your two, and then add the third.

From the gordian knot of the jungle,
She hacked her way through the carnivorous vines
In step with hypnos of the altered mind.

On one foot a sandal, the other a slipper
To find a new dancer,
A necromancer.

On one arm a stream of gold, the other plaited leather,
To stroke alabaster,
And basalt's disaster.

They tried to buy my conscience,guys-
To them, a good idea.
For me, a brush with common sense-
Said: 'throw it off the pier'!

I sang a loud hymn, running-
Away from ocean's wake.
For I'm a good retriever, man
Of all they tried to take.

Down by the shops and hospital,
I move with constant speed.
Then over by the cleaner's shop-
I'm in my door and key'd.
ahhhhhhhh....home!

Jacke, WOW! and I mean WOW...girl, where you been hidin' these talents. Under a bushel (whatever that means)

Aw, Letty

You're too nice!

You are the one with the 'hundred dollar' words and fantastic talents.
(A guy I know, always calls any vocabulary word longer than a six letters, too expensive for him). Sometimes they cost me a few hours in the lexicon!

Honest, I really haven't had time and it's not getting any better!!

Tomorrow I leave for Colorado and then New Mexico for the Albuquerque gathering, then back to CO for a couple of weeks visiting relatives. I doubt I'll have access to a computer during that time (maybe at a library).

Raggedyaggie, I think you inspired the rest to be at their creative best! Fbaezer, yours was beartifully dark and mysterious, followed by the one and only Letty, with her related exploration of the classics and dark mystery, then Jackie and her race to save her conscience--whew!!!

Please continue. I will try to post sometime, if possible, but feel free to add more words for the next challenge. Letty, why don't you be the one to provide the next ten words?

Looks like it is Diane's turn to write the next poem.

Ah, butrflynet, that trip was when I met dyslexia in person and things were never the same. I'm not sure I have any words anymore.

Go search them, Diane!
They do exist.
Kisses.

Kisses back, fbaezer. With your encouagement, I'll give it a try.