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battle him – NaPoWriMo #14

battle him

about this faze where going threw
this ship will write itself in the end
butt weighting is knot what wee should dew
or talk about whether my deer friends
thyme two get reel, hear’s what two due
two forget about the mess where in
let’s knot look back or weight four sum shoo
to drop, thyme two indite evil men
two exorcize are write two vote, yew
no the jig, bridal there power, let
justice raze her scales, give them there do
they’ll waist away inn prison, wheel send
other criminals a massage two,
that crime does knot pay, wee will defend
democracy, butt until wee due
close yore ayes, suite dreams my friends
don’t let this bazaar thyme treble yew

~kat

My apologies to any spelling/grammar ninjas and a disclaimer. I am not responsible for exploding heads, nervous breakdowns or mind blows. Ironically, this poem may make sense if you read it aloud, but you’ll have to get past the words themselves…I don’t recommend it. I’m exhausted now. I need a nap!


For NaPoWriMo 2019 #14 Prompt: write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.


March Pi-Archimedes #18

daffadowndillies

they’re back again
daffodils
beautiful narcissus, daffadowndillies, jonquils,
daffodils
by any other name smell
awful…maybe it’s just me…I think they stink!

~kat 😷

Turns out, it is just me! Daffodils and they’re cousins are actually a lot like cilantro. Some people find them quite fragrant. Me, not so much. Daffodils nor cilantro! I’ll pass on both!!!! 🤣


The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…


January Biolet #30

the dopplers never lie to us
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
panic surges and then nothing
a spot of rain for all this fuss
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
the dopplers never lie to us

~kat

So…true story. I live in a mid-Atlantic state. When the weather forecasters utter the “s” words, snow…sleet…people here panic. Now I grew up in Chicago and it’s suburbs, so I’m not used to this sort of thing. We learned how to drive in the stuff as teenagers. Not here. The prospect of an inch or two of snow followed by freezing rain and plummeting temperatures causes all manner of mayhem. Schools and businesses close. Store shelves are depleted of milk and bread and if you happen to be at work when the stuff starts coming down there is a steady shuffle to the parking lot to get home before it gets bad. I know, because my cubicle is situated at the exit door.

Yesterday was one such weather event day. Just after noon a light rain started. My desk is near a window so there was an occasional glance over my shoulder to assess the situation. “Here it comes!” said one onlooker. “You need to get out and home before it gets bad,” said another. “Don’t stay too late.” “Be careful out there.” By now the schools had closed, so the parents were the first to escape danger. Then the rest of the staff made their way out into the tempest, which after an hour or so, had passed. The sky was bright blue with a few soft wisps of white. But the weather forecasters had told us to expect up to two inches of snow. One can’t be too careful you know. It all made me laugh!

As for me, I stayed on to the end of my shift. I got a lot of work done. No interruptions. And when it was time to go, I was rewarded with the most beautiful red sky sunset.

So that is what inspired my Biolet today. There were still rumblings if doom uttered today. It’s supposedly going to be very cold, not as cold as those North of us are facing, but cold. It is winter after all. This too shall pass. 😄🤣😄


Tattoos – A Six Word Story

Tattoos hurt! Forever, when they’re botched.

~kat

This week’s Six Word Story Challenge from Wonderwall is prompted by the word “tattoo”. Head over HERE to post your own story in the comment section. Then post it on your blog with a link. Have fun!


The Crime Scene

Shortly after arriving at the crime scene, the sheriff asked the coroner, “What do you think happened here Doc?”

“Well, Sheriff, it appears that this fellow’s right brain spontaneously exploded…”

“Is that a thing?!” the sheriff asked incredulously, as he turned, wide-eyed, in time to catch the coroner laughing hysterically.

~kat 🤣

For this week’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash.


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