In my youth, god was a mean, old man... Now I’m old, she’s wise, maternal, like me, a woman.
~kat
Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.
Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.
Fred Whan’s Fish Stick Jesus David Howlett’s Naan JesusToby Elles’ Frying Pan Jesus
Fish Stick Jesus
He was sighted on a fish stick, on a pancake and grilled cheese, Some say it was a miracle so the faithful flocked to see.
They found him in his glory on a toasted slice of naan he gazed from ripe banana peels and from unrinsed fry pans.
I know you won’t believe it but they saw him in the clouds as if coming for his chosen from amongst the gathering crowds.
Ever watchful for their savior leaving no stained rock unturned the hopeful ever seeking eager for his grand return.
So He came to them in person wide-eyed, lost, without a home in the hopes that they would know him welcome him in, as their own.
But they ne’er saw him coming turned away and closed their ears for he looked too much like “others” that the righteous ones all feared.
“We’ve just enough, we’ve none to spare, don’t bother us,” they said, and hovered round their idols of his images instead.
When end of days for each one came they waited at the gate to give account of their life’s deeds and learn about their fate.
“We saw you everywhere,” they said, “and gave you proper due… enshrined your image high and low we stayed forever true!”
To their surprise the Master then did shake his head and say, “I only came to see you once ‘twas then you turned away.”
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 7: a list poem. For today…after being buried in expense reports, power point presentations, spreadsheets, for about 12 hours straight, my brain is a bit fried. But never fear, I found this gem in my archive, written almost a decade ago. It fits the list requirement rather well, I think. Tomorrow, if the fates are kind, I’ll prepare a fresh baked poem. Until then, Peace and Love my lovelies! 😉
mist-veiled hints of muted blue pale light dawning, just out of view earthen musk mingling sweet blooms, dew clinging birds singing joy breaks through
~kat
The Clogyrnach Poem
This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme: Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhymeLine 2: 8 syllables with an a rhymeLine 3: 5 syllables with a b rhymeLine 4: 5 syllables with a b rhymLine 5: 3 syllables with a b rhymeLine 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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