#vssmagic #lycanthrope #mild #MadMarch #end
You were a kind man so mild,
worried by my blood moon excursions
where lycanthropes lurked.
Into a cursed canine maw
Your mug transmogrified
and my spoor turned tragic gore.
Of shock I died in your arms, love,
a sweeter end than
my doctors foretold.
#haikufeels #offer
"Don't #offer" sez he,
"We need 'er alive, kiddo,
for this haiku noir."
Buds #offer promise:
Flowers, pollen, and claritin
ready to arrive.
#MPPrompt #end #MadMarch
#Call_me Ignoramus
short-sighted, dim of wit,
Saddled by bland hide,
Ready to thunder on
with heavy hooves
My high eyebrow horns
framed by manes and oh-mys
without #end
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pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC...
For deeply nerdy fun, read this historical analysis of scurvy of Jacques Cartier and his crew caused by being fed tea from the needles and barks of evergreens by the Iroquois. It, and the general exploration of the New World, helped revitalize botany in France.
Spruce is part of Canadian remembrance.
www.yourleaf.org/blog/brenna-...
Canada's chilly: most of it is USDA Zones 2-6. British Columbia is one of the few places there rosemary can grow year around; otherwise gardeners must pot and bring indoors for winter.
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Sheer misdirection fed by my capacity for retaining trivia.
To be honest, I'm snickering right now from the outback. Sometimes one just has to go walkabout, mate.
TWO MUMMIES' MEET-CRYPT:
Egyptians bade us immortality;
left us our hearts to be weighed
against Ma'at the light feather
of truth-- now let's weigh each other
hearts and all, before Hathor's love
May she guide us to love everlasting!
#WildWalkPrompt #rosemary
REMEMBRANCE DU NORD
Rosemary adores heat
and light, well-drained moisture:
all scarce in clay soils
of taiga-adjacent plains
where lakes once mudded.
Canadian herbalists sigh & point
at spruces & ilk (no yew):
Their citrusy needles suffice
for spicing meat instead.
As a goldfish! But let's not carp on my nationality but rather swim on.
#vss365
#Cassiopeian
@yeehawpoems.bsky.social
#AmpersandAfterDark
@madp03t.bsky.social
A #bonny verse was set
to heal the world
Then a mad poet forbade
any adverb usage!
To what #end threat
unfurled
this ban stayed,
No housage
of madness could forget.
For the rhyme. And US scientists do use the metric metric.
Now if I had been talking about gaining a stone, you'd be rightly suspicious...
Went as absurd as possible on this.
#MPPrompt #MadMarch
#Ranking Potato Chips
Order by tasty ordure & crispness;
by chip size, saltiness & faultiness
Spreadsheet dollar cost, weight & bag color.
Impede your prior #end to gorge
in woe & gain a kilo of fatty bloat.
Chips down, chins up!
New gist: persist.
Rack up and rank 'em.
Not sure Igor counts as undead, but the above was absolutely about Igor and his true love, lightning.
#vss365 #lightning #harmony #Emoetry #modest
No sky-shattering passion with tornados
Just harmony with modest lightning strikes-
that's pure devoted love which shan't close.
Great idea!
Now I'm wondering about getting undead into writing little love poems.
Over a warm corpse let us split a brain!
My throat warps lovers words into grunts,
Curse our rotten existence-- I would fain
write you pretty sonnets without hunts
For tender guts to loop into tasty refrains.
Inferius love poem:
Inside your hide, a bug-eyed demon bides
A dandified demon rides me, intent on deicide
Both intent on animating our obliteration.
Begone them! Let us join corpses in unholy metaphony
To be two fire carps, burning and burnt,
endlessly lost in each other.
(cf: metaphony.)
Inferius love poem:
Inside your hide, a bug-eyed demon bides
A dandified demon rides me, intent on deicide
Both intent on animating our obliteration.
Begone them! Let us join corpses in unholy metaphony
To be two fire carps, burning and burnt,
endlessly lost in each other.
(cf: metaphony.)
Stages of Casting Out Curses Brewing the spell from endless remorse for could-a-have beens "Why did we let these pedophilic crazies take power?" Slip inside parallel universes hunting solutions "A dog's doing for this grand thing called being" Philosophical crackpots' ontological babble "I gave neither assent or consent to existence itself" Lancing with the powerless poison of acceptance "human nature is always etropic in character" Steeping inside the void within and without "Tomorrow will be the same as today, only worse." Controlling the flame of anger on low heat only "My ribcage can't stand the sheer rage this deserves" Putting the fan on to clear the smoke from mirrors "What CAN I do in all this, that I haven't thought of yet?" Realizing the potion must affect many to wor,- "Evil beats good by tricking good into surrendering first." Spritizing the world with hope and will to resist “Nil Illegitimati Carborundum, No Pedo Kings!” EchoGnomics
#FoxProse 3-10 #WeirdMicro #MPPrompt: write a spell #MadMarch inside (2 inline rhymes)
I'm no hexpert. I'd sooner rhyme about poop than blather about the deathly toll of politics-- but sometimes it lands in one's backyard like a freshly decanted dumpster fire. You've been warned.
Great idea!
Now I'm wondering about getting undead into writing little love poems.
Over a warm corpse let us split a brain!
My throat warps lovers words into grunts,
Curse our rotten existence-- I would fain
write you pretty sonnets without hunts
For tender guts to loop into tasty refrains.
JOINT INSOMNIA Some worship the lifeless moon's rocky hue Calling it the queen enthroned in silvered light I kneel instead to your bare skin's livelier delight Our feelings limned the edges which lives accrue And deeper sense we created from stars and night Some worship the lifeless moon's rocky hue Calling it the queen enthroned in silvered light. From softer words we grew entangled anew. Once I toiled at night as a modern troglodyte You too. Then we met and became sprite to sprite. Some worship the lifeless moon's rocky hue Calling it the queen enthroned in silvered light I kneel instead to your bare skin's livelier delight. EchoGnomics
#WildwalkPrompt #skin #emoetry #lifeless
#FoxProse #Queen_on_silver_rose_throne
#MadMarch #word #insomnia
#madrigal
Two in-line rhymes only this time.
This is really good. I love "mapped out with affection"-- this line alone makes the poem soar.
A WEIRDMICRO GLOW OF ADVENTURE A growing glint off the peak recurred so many nights Rumors flew: "Hermit with a lamp on the heights!" Led the pack of tales. Wildly curious, a gang of teens startlingly broke off their humorous critiques of screens And gathered to hike a mountainous campaign To bring to light its source, whatever textural membrane might come loose in their phones' peregrinations. Truly a brave cadre all, these voyagers of the glint! Steady their discoveries came, until they didn't-- Signal droppage led to incoherent testimony: 'no herm / rly hot hr / glo v big/ shi it coney' Their parents linguistic incompetence proclaimed and brought in skilled high school texters, famed for deciphering drunken texting without sweats-- Using the imaginary principles of teen mindsets, they read, yelled "flee! it's not light, it's lava, piping hot! We're gonna be the next Pompeii!" rather overwrought. Drones revealed they were right--after the eruption.
@weirdmicro.bsky.social #WeirdMicro
Incoherent testimony
Linguistic impotence
Imaginary principles
Textural membrane
Humorous critique
#GLOWprompt adventure mountain lamp curious
#incensed #emoetry
Stink raised, fire stoked,
Censer swung at all and sundry,
Death! Suffering! By all that's holy,
'tis time to be #incensed.
#MadMarch #WORD
Word's P.U.
Word, how furred (by another third!)
you are: is that a blurred songbird
heard singing from inferred thickets
of your uncured nerd pelt?
Let's reword, unslurred. Get off the veldt,
and transferred to a shower: bleach preferred!
You smell like where a swineherd dwells.
#WildWalkPrompt #Crunch #Emoetry #Heavy
Heavy is gravity's cuddle;
crunching you against leaves underfoot,
gripping you against being blown away
whenever winds kick up.
#MadMarch #SMILE
N.B: @jenthorne.bsky.social is hosting in lieu of Dave. Follow her for more!
Her erstwhile smile beguiled:
My heart cross-filed her, and my my libido compiled
when she claimed I was worthwhile to defile,
not a turnstile to eventually revile--
alas, that smile was crocodile.
gizmodo.com/humans-sketc... Think sharp stylus, but yes, add dye/paint too.
#Shell #WildWalkPrompt
Geometric scrawls
on sixty-thousand years old
ostrich shells show flair.
