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mangled pronuncifications – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3

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The Scream by Edvard Munch

mangled pronuncifications

it can be amusing or confusing to hear a word
that’s not the word you think you heard…

  • When a tree boughs, does that mean it’s leaning?
  • And why do some tree bows hang low?
  • Are you moot if your oral preception is effected?
  • Should a defendant except council’s advise as a matter of course?
  • Do you find erotica titivating?
  • Are doctors proscribing too many drugs these days?
  • Is it good practise to complement someone on principal alone?
  • Can a flounder founder?
  • When a sale is on do hoards fill the horde?
  • Mitigating is not a result of militating…or is it?
  • Must I cleanse my palette before my next coarse?
  • What sort of peddles does a bike maker pedal?
  • Does poring over a book lose wisdom.
  • Should comments in the forward be foreword?
  • Can you insure someone that exorcise will help them lose weight?
  • Life can be a tortuous path, or is that torturous…or both?
  • Do the poles lie about what we’re really thinking?
  • Does a 50 story building have many a storey to tell?
  • Would you close a window if it got a bit drafty?
  • Can you have your desert and eat it to?
  • Is it possible to have a duel personality?
  • I wonder if cereal killers were forced to eat serial as kids and hated it. Was that what struck a grizzly cord leading to there climactic rain of terror.

Now before you loose your head, I’ll leave you on a note that’s light
as painful as this was to read, harder still, was it to write!

~kat

For today’s NaPoWriMo 2018-Prompt: write a list poem in which all the items are made-up names, I cam up with a List Poem of questions using mangled confused words. Not exactly made up words (except for the title) but a horrifying misuse of words just the same. This was incredibly painful to write! haha! Please refer to the source* below to learn the correct meanings. I cannot live with the thought that I led anyone misspelling down the wrong vocabulary path! 🙂

*Source – Commonly Confused Words – Oxford Living Dictionary


Florescence #3

white, wispy flecks blow
covering my window
thank goodness it’s not snow, blooms in flight

~kat

Seriously! At first glance the flower petals adrift on my way into work give me a start, but then I realized it was not snow. This is Florescence #3 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem challenge.


The Battle is Real – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 2

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The Battle is Real – A Cleave Poem (see below for instructions on reading a Cleave*)

you know you want to / oh, I really shouldn’t
no one will notice / but it’s my favorite
just go for it while no one’s looking / of course I can’t; I won’t
you know what they say / the guilt would kill me
better to ask for forgiveness / all it would take is one look at my face
than beg for permission / and they’d know it was me
so go ahead  / just walk away from the table
take that last cookie / you don’t need the calories
it’s calling your name / let someone else
savor every sweet bite / eat the last cookie
somebody has to / you have manners after all
might as well be you / there is reward in doing the right thing

~kat

For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: write a poem that plays with voice.
This is an example the battle that happens inside my head between “good me” and “naughty me”. I thought a cleave poem would be the perfect format.

*Read it top to bottom three times, column one first, then column two, and finally the entire line across.

 

 


Florescence #2

we could learn a few things
from bolshie blooms of spring
amidst frost’s icy sting, reverie

~kat

Day 2’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Challenge.


Ode to a Few Books – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 1

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Ode to a Few Books

There is nothing quite like a book,
hardback, leather or paperbound,
piled high wherever I look,
authors obscure and some, renowned.

Words on fine parchment, glossy, matte,
dog-eared pages to keep my place;
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
a book or two’s, my happy place.

Cases filled to overflowing,
floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
my collection’s ever-growing;
I need more shelves to store them all.

I’ve been told it’s an addiction.
The “h” word, hoarder, has been used.
Tomes of poetry and fiction,
my only vice should be excused.

Every volume is a treasure.
I can’t part with a single one.
Spare me this incessant pressure,
bury them with me when I’m gone!

~kat
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: To write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.

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