Name That Tune

Okay, I’m into the SoCS (Stream Of Consciousness Saturday) thing lately: minimal planning, no significant editing (ie: typo corrections only). Thanks to Linda G. Hill for the kickstart.

This week’s prompt: “PUZZLE”…

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Name That Tune

la-la-la     la-la-la-la
la-la-laaaa     la-la-laaaa
la-la-la    la-la-laaa     la-la-laaaa

Go ahead; You can do it.
I know you. I know you can.
You can. I know you.

Even if you don’t     or won’t
or tell yourself you can’t
You know that la-laaaa     la-laaaa
Is gonna la-la-laaa you all day long.
You know it will. It will.

You can ask me for a hint
but all I’m gonna tell you is
dooo-be-doo-be doooooo…

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Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
SoCS 09.18.21
~ PUZZLE ~
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Not Stopping By Woods

Not Stopping By Woods

Alternate title:
“It’s Too Chillearly For That”
(Thank you, Mr. Frost)

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Stopping

Oasis

Originally published (print) in the Dreamscapes Anthology (July 2019) from Cherry House Press, slightly re-revised for presentation at tonight’s Live Open Link Night at dVerse Poets…

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Oasis

I dreamed of my beloved, an oasis
standing by a new house
on a hill in the greening spring
holding a small glass harp,

its strings singing, untouched,
brushed only by a breeze;
its sound, lifted and carried

by the blue air, intoxicating.
I woke up before there was light
and stepped outside, tentative,

barefoot, onto the creaking porch,
with only coffee and the railing for balance.
Another autumn unfolded around me:

the intemperate air almost ready
to carry snowflakes; the world, swirling
out of one darkness into another;

the moon on the verge of eclipse,
Solstice just around the corner.

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dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night #300
~ OLN – LIVE ~
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RDP Friday
~ Autumn ~
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Un-Fair

Culprit

empty Ferris wheel
abandoned roller coaster
— infectious cotton candy —

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Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #87
~ At The Fair ~
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Unexpected Isolationism

Unexpected Isolationism

Test results are in:
parasite infestation.
Fancy Latin name:
Trypanosomiasis
(aka Chagas Disease)

The globetrotter frowns.
Fever. Fatigue. Body aches.
Cancels his ticket
—his trip to Paris cancelled—
Thanks a bunch, Bolivia.

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dVerse Poets
Tuesday Poetics
~ Creepies and Crawlies ~
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These Alleged Days

These Alleged Days

We all know what’s around the corner
—eight days until the Equinox—
Soon no leaves will dapple the sunlight.

None of that matters anymore anyway.
There’s nothing outside the window.
I only get out of bed to close the blinds.

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Tuesday Twiglet #244
~ breaks light ~
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Pre-Offensive

Pre-Offensive

“’So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm,’ you say? Does that include exemption from the possibility of a Court Martial? Imprisonment? Firing squad? I mean, the Captain didn’t actually order us to take out that village, but we all know what it’s filled with –every last one of them, even the kids. You’ve seen it yourself. They all know how to toss a grenade and run, right? And that’s what we’re here to wipe out, right? So, uh, even if it’s not spelled out in the plan and even if the Captain hasn’t technically ordered it, that’s what we’re here for, right? I mean, it’s my duty, right? Well, thanks for hearing me out. I gotta get back to the squad now.”

After the Lieutenant left, the Chaplain returned to reconsidering his re-enlistment.

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dVerse Poets
Prosery Monday
~ Doing Our Duty ~
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Hither And Yon (SOCS)

Hither And Yon

Even though I know
where you are; where you have gone
I only know this:
when you’re nowhere to be seen,
I’m here, nowhere, without you.

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Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
~ Where ~
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The Futurist

Ninth day of the 9th month and Laura B over at dVerse Poets challenges us to write a nine-liner called a Novelinee. Rhyme scheme is obvious, must be iambic pent. Not my fave way to go, but…

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The Futurist

The formal things he writes don’t matter much
but still he sits and writes them anyway;
the keyboard’s keys are longing for his touch,
(they know full well he’ll never turn away).
Surrender looms; he knows he can’t resist:
He counts the beats and lets iambics rule.
The free verse lovers won’t know what they’ve missed,
and all the formal freaks will sit and drool
when, years from now, they teach his stuff at school.

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dVerse Poets
Meeting The Bar – Formal Verse
~ The Novelinee ~
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Thirteen Weird But True

1. He used to shave in the dark, but he’s got a beard now.

2. The traffic island on the corner of his street keeps changing size, expanding until he finally hits it.

3. Every cloud looks exactly like every other cloud to him, and they all look like big fluffy bunnies.

4. Regardless of what he’s reading, page 34 always demands to be read three times.

5. Even though everyone tells him Panthera leo is king, he secretly worships at the altar of Alces alces.

6. When he cracks eggs in the morning, he can hear starving children screaming in Somalia.

7. His car radio controls the universe.

8. He’s afraid to go to sleep at night because he thinks the day will end and he’ll have to start all over again on a new one.

9. When he has nightmares, he knows he’s having them but he’s afraid to wake up anyway.

10. He blows and blows, but it never goes away.

11. He believes that all the crows he’s ever seen belong to the same band of fifty or sixty crows that have followed him around his whole life.

12. All of his mail consists of self-addressed envelopes, mailed to him by his alternate personalities, most of whom he has never met.

13. No matter how he translates it, it still makes perfect sense.

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Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #86
~ Mining The Journals ~
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