Written for Mad Kane's (Limerick & Haiku Prompt) Valentine's Day Verse
Limerick:
I'll ask you for the millionth time Will you, won't you, be my Valentine? You know that I love you That I'll always be true Will you, won't you, will you please be mine?
This is a sandwich I am the meat and two veg I'm a slice of bread I AM THE MEAT AND TWO VEG I'm a slice of bread I am the meat and two veg This is a sandwich
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I'm a jam butty Butter and bramble jelly Try me spread on rye I'M A JAM BUTTY Try me spread on rye Butter and bramble jelly I'm a jam butty
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Two slices of bread Bacon Lettuce Tomato A squirt of Mayo BACON LETTUCE TOMATO A squirt of Mayo Bacon Lettuce Tomato Two slices of bread
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I'm a Docker's Wedge Thick spread with flippin' drippin' On two crusts of bread I'M A DOCKER'S WEDGE On two crusts of bread Thick spread with flippin' drippin' I'm a Docker's Wedge 050209
NaisaiKu devised by Wendy Naisa Wendy Naisa is an anagram of Andy Sewina
The following are some really bad examples of my cyclical Haiku / Senryu style poetry:
Dancing in the street One step two step one step back Shake your body now DANCING IN THE STREET Shake your body now One step two step one step back Dancing in the street
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Put the title here Then write something about it And another bit PUT THE TITLE HERE And another bit Then write something about it Put the title here
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A tricycle rhyme Thirty-nine silly-billy On just seven lines A TRICYCLE RHYME On just seven lines Thirty-nine silly-billy A tricycle rhyme
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A February snow Summer to look forward to A sprinkling of spring SUMMER TO LOOK FORWARD TO A sprinkling of spring Summer to look forward to A February snow
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Read a little write If you can write you can read Write on, right on, read! IF YOU CAN WRITE YOU CAN READ Write on, right on, read! If you can write you can read Read a little write
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Andy no candy No cakes for Andy Pandy The cat got the cream ANDY NO CANDY The cat got the cream No cakes for Andy Pandy Andy no candy
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Far across the sea Floating on the summer tide Driftwood ocean trip FAR ACROSS THE SEA Driftwood ocean trip Floating on the summer tide Far across the sea
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The heat of the day Sunup morn noon sundown soon Cold night I don’t like SUNUP MORN NOON SUNDOWN SOON Cold night I don’t like Sunup morn noon sundown soon The heat of the day
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www.naisaiku.blogspot.com All you do is write a Haiku style poem of five, seven, five syllables then re-enter the first line as the central TITLE then reverse the cycle so line 5 reads the same as line 3 line 6 reads the same as line 2 and finally line 7 should be the same as line 1 and line 4. And that’s about it!
So you should end up with seven lines and 39 syllables.
Just to make things more complicated there's also a forty-one syllable NaisaiKu where the second line is repeated as the TITLE, in some ways this seems the more logical way to go as the piece then can be read as three seperate Haiku, almost...
Here's an example of a 41 syllable NaisaiKu which is also known as a Cycliku!
it don't have to rhyme forty-one silly-billy on just a few lines FORTY-ONE SILLY-BILLY on just a few lines forty-one silly-billy it don't have to rhyme
You can make Just for funNaisaiKu.. rhyme or not.
Finally, you can of course use the third line as the TITLE if you need to emphasise something like this, perhaps:
Shout out, shout it out! SHOUT OUT, SHOUT IT OUT! Shout out, shout it out!
The rules are so simple that there's hardly any rules at all. You could even convert an existing Haiku style poem into this one if you so wish.
Just a bit of fun!
Andy Sewina
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If and when you do write one, please leave a link to your post
in the comments on this post so others can enjoy your work too!
Written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt "Regrets" CROCS Here we go Walter (the Jib) Gibraltar every back street in the book (and Ancoats) to tear your hair out just to get you hooked some of the things those Jibbers say and do
The way they look the way they stare at you snarl and growl ensnare you with their patter flash twenty - land of plenty - give you five mesmerise you with Crocodile skin shoes
Does the Jib in a strange town about noon walks into a bar measures the fireplace scribbles on the clipboard under his arm National Fire Inspector he tells them
What can I do you for? asks the Landlord. Thank you very much, I’ll have a pint please! he downs it in one and heads for the door has it on his toes to the next bolthole
Looks for an easy Mark turns him over then it’s the same script in the pub next door and on until the Blues arrive in town then it’s Jib on Jib think and drink ‘em dry
Russian Roulette too late for last requests breathe you live - don’t you die - there’s no regrets and if he asks you poker faced to play check if he’s wearing Crocs don’t cut the deck 310109
They said I’ve got to write a sestina I said my name is Andy Sewina Would you like a bite of my banana How long till you get some new pyjama Is that a felt hat or a fedora Did you sail into the new marina
I once met a mermaid called Marina I thought I’d tell you in this sestina That I always wear an old fedora She said is your name Andy Sewina Lemontina do you wear pyjama Oh but please please don’t drive me banana
Joey likes to eat yellow banana When he pedalo to the marina Everybody loves his blue pyjama When he goes siesta with sestina He dreams that he is Andy Sewina Wearing a big coat and a fedora
You really can’t ignore a fedora Even a squishy squashy banana Won’t make you into Andy Sewina So don’t go try to swim the marina Who said it’s complicated sestina It’s so easy peasey in pyjama
Do the drama school supply pyjama I’ll bring a pair under my fedora It’s time for us to sing my sestina Ba ba ba bana bana banana Ma ma ma mamma ma ma marina Yeah lemontina Andy Sewina
Dance like fiesta Andy Sewina Do Sucu sucu Cuba pyjama Discotina down to the marina Don’t forget to don your old fedora Ba ba ba bana bana banana Singer ringer dinger my sestina
Dreamer dreamer sestina pyjama Andy Sewina with his fedora Slip don’t trip banana skin marina
Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited : @ PIER HEAD By the Mersey yesterday a carry out to take away cold night corpse sleeps newsprint blanket cardboard cot drunken dreamer destitute old at twenty friend of mine Frankie Vine found dead @ Pier Head. AS21084 As submitted to Liverpool's Poem800 at: www.poem800.com
Written for my son Jack Batty Sewina and previously published in my collection Proper Trog and Other Nursery Nonsense copyright Andy Sewina aka Daddy Wise (c) 1993 Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
BRUNCH Little Jack Batty sat on a tatty eating his ploughmans lunch with his breakfast all done and his dinner to come and said what a nice bit of brunch! PT1993
LEMON SQUEEZY Easy! Slow right down stop. Think, pick up the pencil re-write what you quote, unquote wrote. That's right! And what you've just written, will be, cliche, all right on the night. Or so they tell me, easy! 080797
written for Read Write Poem Collage prompt I used all the given titles and represented them as American sentences.
MARRIAGE CAN LAST What Sylvia meant, what letters are made of next door to Dorothy.
This isn’t a poem, say thanks that the money hasn’t gone somewhere else.
How the biscuit breaks, Miss America hot blueberry afternoon.
The musical a rare double bass and silver flute bones against clay.
Minneapolis skyline, insoluble essential minerals.
Splash of colours on dirty scraps of paper, this is my map of you.
The crows at Stirling castle, dinosaur bones, loving warm and gentle.
Degrees of separation, or how she moves softly are what remain. 030109
Written for Monday Poetry Train Revisited CHRISTMAS NIGHT 1993 It was Christmas night about fifteen years ago I didn’t shout help. I didn’t have a phone heating water or electric in that squat. It was flummin’ freezing that night just like it is right now ice and snow. The last candle had died and I had no matches left to make a fire. I pulled the newsprint blanket over my head and tried to get some kip. But there was no sleep to be had that night in that old ramshackle gaff.
The rats and roaches put paid to that and then there was one massive crash. I looked through the crack in the boarded up window, it was just some drunks. They were kicking empty crates on their way home from the rub-a-dub-dub. Smashing them against the steel shuttered shop fronts on the parade outside. They staggered on shouting and swearing and soon they were out of my view.
As I watched another character came by, a Rastafarian. A blanket over his left arm and clutching a brick in his right hand. Without a second glance old Dreadlocks dashed the padlock off the shutter. Rolling the freezing cold steel cover up to reveal a plate glass door.
Like a bull at a gate he charged with the blanket placed over his head. Leaving a Rastafarian shaped hole in what used to be the door. Just a few seconds later, he came skipping out onto the cold street. He was carrying a heavy blanket, full of cigarettes and booze. He had already disappeared out of sight when the alarm went off. MSC301208
