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[Ceicei]

What a blast we had on vacation
visiting with relatives and friends!
But no time to stop at dojos (I didn't shun)
so I missed doing martial arts!

Driving for two days straight
from Texas to New Mexico to Utah.
Junk food and cold cuts we ate,
stopping along at times to stretch.

Bleary eyed parents, taking turns
sleeping and driving, stopping kids from hitting.
We had a great time but ouch, sunburn
from going to Schlitterbahn water park.

Home now, excited to see--good ol' home.
Running from room to room, touching
good ol' familiar things, nothing like home!
Finally, we're back to the same stuff.

 

[Flatlander]

The previous posts I did peruse,
Variants of CRUD they did not use.
I thought they'd caught the way to play,
with pattern gone, I'm wont to choose
To let the game just pass away.

Yet somehow I've become aware
deserting now may not be fair
although it's slow, progressing less
New works to read becoming rare
May need to play alone, I guess.

Some days the inspiration flows
From where it comes, no one quite knows
Just RID your id, unwind your mind.
And feel from where your spirit grows
To share with everyone, in kind.

 

[Ceicei]

Ahh yes, flatlander, you caught me.
Get RID of you here? Never!
My face RED, I finally did see
rules I didn't follow. You're clever!

 

[shesulsa]

Met the wall oft in the past,
Wond'ring would the limit last?
Pushing up a little here -
Strive to break the die mold cast...
Only to feel the pain so DEAR.

Faced the wall again today;
Calculated price to pay.
Forgot it soon and down I bore -
"Won't get very far that way."
I did it - now the wall's no more.

Little seems that I can't do
Now the brick mind game is through.
Picking up the pieces now.
I, no longer tired shrew,
Will now the speed and skill allow.

 

[Ceicei]

Flashback to junior high,
a kid bumps me in the hall.
I let out a long sigh,
"Not again, why pick on me at all?"

He grins with that evil smile,
"Give me your money or fight!"
"No money, fighting's not my style!"
"Then you've got no choice, right?"

I shake my head, staring at his eyes.
He laughed, "You feel FEAR, I don't!"
I smiled and looked around at the guys,
"Only an idiot feels no fear. Fight I won't."

I turned away, walking to the gym.
The guy stood there confused
if the girl had just insulted him.
The teachers stood by, amused.

 

[shesulsa]

Quiet lie poetic martial friends;
Fleeting time, ideas and purpose lends
More important things to do than this;
Chance to rhyme - so fair - it not offends
Rather offers softness, serene bliss.

Sun arises quickly, soon is gone;
Withering, the flora and the faun
Meet September, brisk and cool and sweet,
Shedding leaves and blossoms have begun
Readying themselves for winter's sleep.

 

[shesulsa]

bump

 

[Ceicei]

You send one word, "bump."
A solitary word, none others to lump
or has your mind taken a dump?
Perhaps wait for us a chance to jump?

Whatever your choice, my friend,
don't leave us alone to fend
with words galore to amend
or our choices to defend.

 

[shesulsa]

I bumped the thread and dear Ceicei
Did not poetic post prior see
the word was "FAIR", altered by me -
bumped thread so noticed it would be.

Though we could carry on with *dump*
and over the posted "fair" could jump
Though I will never bust my hump-
rather eat chocolates like GUMP

 

[Ceicei]

Sticky chewy GUM,
blowing edible balloons
now stuck to my face.

 

[shesulsa]

The past few months, this thread's become
Quite neglected, forlorn, GLUM.
Waiting, whilst Flatlander sits on bum.
Anticipating, whistle, we and hum.

Can anyone please wax poetic here?
Limmerick, some prose or haiku mere?
Do you the rhyme demands and meter fear?
Post quite soon so that the answer's clear.

 

[Ceicei]

Are we all feeling glum
when we're in a slump?
This thread is no slum!
Hey, let's grab a drum
and a guitar to strum!

Invite that green thumb
and the downtown bum,
bring a bag of plum,
Hear a band, Super Crumb,
'Til we all go numb!

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