| Sometimes I take a list of cliches and change the words a little.
It gives me a kind of clay which I can then work from in creating a poem. It is exercise for the brain though different from Su Doku You should try it if you are unwell..laughter is so very good for you, A half naked idea is fit only for raving mad philosophers in the wood! I believe it was Eddy Days picnic |
| He has hammered his wails into the bookshelf and, oh my,how it groans with my books on top as well..can you treat it for sadwood disease,doctor |
| Take your hand off my fee.I need my pay.I am a psychoanalyst and I’m ok.Keep talking and I’ll have your card. |
| He can strangle any cat with his gut love |
| May I put my elastic bands into the cat’s tale? Will it come out as an elastic book? |
| Why is there handwriting on your wall?Is it part of a pattern or or you short of paper> |
| She was as handy as a pick on a locket |
| They called in the slang police ,I swear,you dick headed prick.On my life…this is no slang it’s dirt.it’s profane,again |
| What a lemony tang there is in your hair! Do you swash it? |
| I hang on his evil words trying to bring them to earth for burial |
| May I hang myself from your picture rail to see if anyone wants to buy me?I am free to a bad home. |
| I am as happy as a freshly boiled pan of blackcurrant jam on the aga.That may be a simile. |
| Please do not move this oak as it’s happy in the park.Tryers may be persecuted by their dispositions. |
| Are you happily pampered? If not, don’t come here as I love to pamper people more and more…and then more. |
| What is a bard’s day or night but a long flow of growling rhythm? |
| He was headed like the best notepaper…. but ended in the Bin anyway |
| What is a hard stop and how is it related to a full stop? Comma or colon- buy one get ten free. |
| I find tulips hard to swallow. |
| What a hair’s breadth from an idea,she was….if only she had read on. |
| He has a leg up my chimney. and he’s on fire.How dire.. I perspire.I forgot my deodorant but hey,I can get washed up now.I have a groovy mind of love. |
Day: January 5, 2013
Lost for words
Where have all the lost words gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all my lost words gone,
Long time ago.
The answer my friends,
Is hurled out by the wind
The answer is flying in the wind
Where have all my live words gone
Gone to Thesauri every one.
When will they ever clown?
When will they ever drown?
How my heart sings 