Poems--Puppy Apocalypse!

[glen]

We each chose a word or phrase to include in our quick poems. Here is mine, with the select words bold faced:




Mona Lisa Overdrive
“Fly,” she said, her unveiling complete,
The guff ringing distant upon the street.
Mona Lisa drew up to her six-foot height
To shout “Nevermore!” to others in flight.
The puppy apocalypse has chosen us all
To forgo happiness and answer the call.

[Sarah]

Here is mine. Words boldfaced

Tis not

Within a moment
Doest wonder if it
Will be the same
Will the happiness
Still be there

Never more! say I
Will the light of the sun
Cover me in a blanket of warmth

Tis the Mona Lisa I say
Whose face leaves me
Doest wait to quell the guff

My love has left.
For another time
Has come to stay

Beware say I
Of the
Puppy Apocalypse

[scott]

One day in the Louvre, One day in July

The paintings around began to wax bright

Then Mona Lisa all of the abrupt

Fell out of the paint, all in one large guff

Then at once at all, she cried to the floor

“Happiness, my sweet delight, Nevermore!”

Then as the rodents rained from the dark skies

She looked in dismay at the burning flies

And sat down and moaned in a lisp,

“It’s the Puppy Apocalypse.”

[michaelangelo]

Never more!
Will I succumb to the peer pressures of this world
Never more!
Will I allow opinions to tackle my happiness and joy
Never more!
Will I take guff and turmoil
Never more!
Will I let these puppies create an apocalypse in my home
Never more!
Shall I sob and sigh
If Mona Lisa can smile so shall I forever more
And never more shall I let my blissful thinking be pushed to the wayside
Never more.

[Edward Cheever]

Rough Writers: The Revenge

Another end to another semester,
The fatigue in my brain no longer festers.
El Presidente today, perhaps President tomorrow,
But there’s no Summer President, which leaves me no sorrow.

Rough Writers makes me look forward to Thursdays,
And believe me, no other is so stressful a time that ends in “days.”
Inside jokes and silliness galore.
Puppy Apocalypse? Never more!

All I know is that I’ve found happiness here,
Because I can write easy rhymes like “clear.”
Half guff, “who adds Mona Lisa to the mix?”
Rough Writers is simply my weekly fix.