I’ve got pockets full of troubles don’t offer me a fiver I can’t make change I’d pay more than a penny for new thoughts new stories different endings tearing holes in my pockets pour out my sorrows ending up with rocks in my shoes
My 100 days of …creativity for last night was a Bedtime Haiku, which somehow made me really happy. So I’m putting it up as an interactive poetry instalment for you all to join in on. Add your haiku on the theme of bedtime below. Here’s mine: My bedtime haiku Composed in soft light, sipping Medicinal … More Sohbet – Bedtime Haiku
In honour of St Patrick’s Day, my #100daysof contribution for today is a limerick: I’m not wearing green, don’t lynch me. Comprehending my motive’s a cinch see: Forgetful I’m not. It just would be hot. If someone would reach out and pinch me. Ok, you drunk/green/poetic/silly people! LET’S HEAR YOURS!
A hot shot writers prompt this weekend (one word cues a 5 minute writing sprint) got me writing the first poem I’ve concocted in nearly a year – yes ten tragic poetically void months. So here it is, comments by other writers on the same prompt pending, and hopefully your poetic responses too. Let’s spark … More Sohbet – hot shot: humiliation
So, I kinda snapped the other day and tweeted what turned out to be a rather erotic poem of longing for the bananas I was impatient to see ripen. This cracked me up enough, I figured there were probably lots of other erotic love poems to fruit could be written, so take this as a … More Sohbet – Fruit Erotica