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 |  GoT plus the PromptMaster! and Cards Against Authors stuff (poetry and short stories) |
 Apparently this is going to be a load of writing of various types - stories, poems, reviews and, no doubt, just about anything else you can think of.. |
| Garcia Reports âPsst, Garcia, are you ready to unload?â âI have it, boss, but itâs in code.â âAnd can we read it, is it broken?â âIn places yes, but just a token.â âWell, leave it in the litter bin - Iâll work on it until Iâm in.â âItâs done already, waiting now.â âGood work, Garcia, youâve kept your vow.â âThanks, boss, until I see you next.â âYouâre welcome - now go get some rest. While I will wrestle with the trash through burgers bad and ice cold mash to find your message and decipher the work I do and none the wiser.â Line count: 14 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week Nine Prompt Prompt Card: Write a poem where you remain secretive or vague about the main subject. |
| Of Upper Lips Now at last the worst has happened, disaster swoops, my will to sap and drain me of all hope to win; so low am I my headâs aspin. Yet my mood is not downhearted, I feel better than when I started, my burdens fade and fall away, much brighter now the coming day. You see as I have reached the nadir, ill fortune serves to make me hardier and I rejoice, am certain sure, tomorrow brings my wondrous cure. For now that I have reached the deepest and may indeed seem done and weakest, directional choice I have but one and that is upward - and I shall run! Line count: 16 Rhymed quatrains aabb For PromptMaster! Week 1 Task Prompt Prompt: Write about disappointment or sadness that reads strangely cheerful or upbeat. |
| Instruction Manual Way back in the mists of time software came in boxes, marvellous things with opening tricks to tease anticipation, amazing with invention, pull out these flaps and bend this leaf, extract the hidden lip and box within a box, the treasureâs slow revealed. A floppy disk (remember those?) or later a CDj but more, oh joy and boundless glee, a manual we see, a solid tome, a pristine brick, a slab of arcane knowledge; âtis all the weight and glory of anticipationâs boon. Now at pinnacle of expectationâs guile, we riffle through the hallowed leaves, brand new, untouched, and prime, the smell, the feel, the bounty spread, immersed we are and worshippers of programâs vestibule. No thought of loading digitalic discs invades our blissful trance; with reverent hands we lift the tome and place it on the shelf, amidst its fellows proudly tiered, untouched, unread, but evidence of honour new acquired. And so we turn at last away, excitement thus fulfilled, and thoughts descend to application loading and binary life unfolding. Line count: 36 Free verse For PromptMaster! March Week 1 Prize Prompt Prompt: The most exciting thing to find in an instruction manual. |
| Loserâs Lament âJust my luck,â is oft my cry, I hardly need to tell you why, for life it sees me as a joke; itâs true that Iâm that kind of bloke. For instance if I had a brolly, for some that would be awful jolly, but then the rain would turn to drought and wind would blow my brolly out. The other day I fell for you and I just had to tell you true; I should have known my words so sweet would send you running down the street. So now Iâm here and all alone, my love for you has only grown; for âlimerence,â that is the word. to hope for more is just absurd. Line count: 16 Quatrains rhymed aabb For Cards Against Authors, Week Eight Prompt Prompt Card: The wind blew your umbrella inside out. Word Cards: Limerence, Locket (You only need to use ONE of the word cards) Wild Card: Mood: Monachopsis - n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. |
| Oh Twisted Fate It being the appointed day and my refusal to look decays, âtis the time of my undoing so wasted all of my pooh-poohing. Now the heavens mock my being while darkness cloaks what I am seeing, the glory of the world is brass, all happiness is faded fast. But fate decrees and I am bound with faltâring step towards the ground where too familiar the sight of Nemesis enshrines my plight. And I am drawn by forces strong to enter where I donât belong, humiliationâs vilest pedestal and my perennial medical. Line count: 16 Quatrains rhymed aabb For PromptMaster! Feb Week 4 Task Prompt Use hyperbole to write a poem about a minor inconvenience. Make it an epic struggle worthy of legend. |
| Darling! Oh sweet object of my desire, my world is dark without you, my heart consumed with fire, till you return to me anew. The past is now a long lost book, all bitter thoughts forgotten, at my transgressions do not look, new promises I have begotten. Forgiveness is the thing I crave, I pray that you will now relent, remember that itâs me you save, and donât forget to pay the rent. Line count: 12 Quatrains rhymed abab For PromptMaster! Feb Week 4 Prize Prompt Prompt: The worst thing to accidentally include in a love letter. |
| Prompt to Post A little bit of this and thought begins the play avenues explored corners turned imagination seeks the spark of idea A little bit of that moment of knowing the thought obedient its gift bestowing the trail discerned and direction taken But most of all the other the cursorâs winking dance in the bright white field the words suggesting phrases assembling unto completion. Line count: 18 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week 7 Prompt Prompt Card: This, that, and the other thing. |
| Oh English, How I Love Your Quirks How ironic is it that the symbol âdashâ means to pause? Line count: 3 Free verse For PromptMaster! Week 3 Task Prompt Prompt: Write a poem where youâre mad at irony because you donât understand it. Note: I know I missed the part about being mad at irony but I just find that impossible. I love irony! |
| Interpretation Inspired by Omission. Slow Children said the sign and I praised the decision to omit punctuation thereby leaving the matter open to question. Slow children is merely an observation of the prevailing intelligence in the young ones of the area. Whereas Slow - Children is a warning that children may swarm the road ahead and so offer an obstruction that best be avoided. But slow, children is an instruction to all underage drivers that speed is dangerous especially for ones of so little experience. Line count: 18 Free verse For PromptMaster! Week 3 Prize Prompt Prompt: The most inspiring thing youâd find on a warning sign. |
| Frigate Bird An unlikely hero, the frigate bird with bright crimson wattle and extended beak like an overgrown dodo on a diet its eye staring in confusion perhaps at its alternate name of booby yet when it flies thereâs belief in those angled wings and perfect balance playing with the wind to soar and hover a creature in its element and repute fastest in a dive indeed a wing-tucked arrow in vertical plummet from the height to the rolling sea and the flash of silver neath the wave a fishy dinner guaranteed Such speed is never denied. Line count: 22 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week Six Prompt Prompt Card: You pick your own topic this week Word Card: Plummet Wild Card: Constraint - Use the prompt to create a new myth. |
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