Taking leave...

...of my senses!
Nah, but I will be seriously neglecting my blogs (yes, all three) until after finals.

I've got a new nifty-skippy blog!!!

I dropped "My Pretty Excuses" blog because I didn't like it so very much. However, I have added a new one. "At Least 100 Words Baked Fresh Daily" is the new one which is devoted to motivating me to write at least 100 words per day of new material. We perfect our arts, gifts, and talents through the pursuit of their perfections...correct? The longer works and those for school will still be posted here though, and my rambling bits of opinionated nonsense can still be found on my rambling blog. I may consider adding my forced essays for my classes to this one...maybe. Anyway....both new and old can be reached by clicking on those buttons over there <---

I am soooo done!

I've finished the last of my three poems...yay me and whatnot....
anyway, here it is:

Done

                                                              

Just beneath the silver sky

Shredded clouds go flitting by

The crow glides past, then the hawk

They know it’s on Death’s door you knock

You the little mouse we’re mourning

You who offered us no warning

The world cut deep, so you cut deeper

Deep enough to greet the reaper

With skin quite thin you covered well

The bone frame of your empty shell

No heart, no mind, and now no shame

Since you’ve left all of us the blame

Just where did you think that you would go

Once your blood had ceased to flow

We would not be waiting there

To hear you moan of your despair

You wrote that you could just not find

The happiness and peace of mind

That you imagined we all had

Because we did not sound as sad

But fool you were and fools we too

So the last word you wrote is our last adieu
goodbye

Finally....and now I've one to go.....

So, here's my free verse poem for class....due tomorrow of course...what was that one quote? Oh, yes..."procrastinators of the world unite.....tomorrow."

They  say

I am                        the last of the lettered

They say

I am                        the last threat

They say

They are coming

soon

                                                          what                         They say

                                                                                will be all that remains

So, for Creative Writing we have to write 3 poems,1 rondeau and 2 whatevers.

I've finally finished my rondeau: Woo Bloddy-Friggin' Hoo!!!!!

Scintillating Is Delicious

Scintillating is delicious, as words go.

And it melts like smooth rich chocolate so

The word itself, though not the meaning,

Can get my salivaries streaming

With an amylase enzymatic flow.

That in like ways does my lust grow

For those tasty letters that do blow

Into such words as glitz and gleaning.

Scintillating is delicious

So, I on you do such words bestow

In luscious French forms like this Rondeau,

To taste, to savor, with a light tongue teasing

The so many words so lasciviously pleasing,

Whispered with purring across our pillow.

Scintillating is delicious