Today’s challenge is to try and write the shortest possible four-line poem. Would you like to try? Pass on the challenge to other bloggers - and please let me know how you fare!
Greetings from Texas! Thanks for stopping by my blog today...I am not sure if you were serious about me being a "wannabe" cowgirl. I don't think you meant to insult me. Just to let you know, I grew up on a ranch and have rodeoed my entire life. I was horseback before I could walk and grew up working cattle. In Texas, a "wannabe" defines someone who tries to dress the part and knows nothing about being a REAL cowboy/cowgirl. Another word for it is "drugstore cowboy"...most "wannabes" have never even set foot on a ranch, much less ever rode a horse.
I look forward to reading your blog and please feel free to come back anytime and read mine as well! It is great having someone in Australia read it!
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Pick lilacs
in Nyack.
Go bonkers
in Yonkers.
Sighing,
so blue,
Pining -
for you.
The Kite
By L. Ladyslipper
The sky
So high
I fly
Bye-bye!
I wrote this poem years ago, after a crazy night in London with friends...I thought it might be Perfect for here. By the way, I love everyone elses!
A Poem for "P."
Pick Pockets
People Pursue
Perfect Pubs
Prolonged Puking
Public Potties
Passed Out.
Four lines? I know one that is only two lines and really short, but has a very long title. It isn't original, though:
Lines on the antiquity of fleas
Adam
Had 'em.
I'll have to think about four lines.
No time
To rhyme,
Gotta fly,
Bye, bye.
yes.
no.
gotta
go.
4
No more
Done
1
(Okay, 2. But that wouldn't rhyme now would it?)
oh
NO
ain't
so
I
aye
say
bye
Greetings from Texas! Thanks for stopping by my blog today...I am not sure if you were serious about me being a "wannabe" cowgirl. I don't think you meant to insult me. Just to let you know, I grew up on a ranch and have rodeoed my entire life. I was horseback before I could walk and grew up working cattle. In Texas, a "wannabe" defines someone who tries to dress the part and knows nothing about being a REAL cowboy/cowgirl. Another word for it is "drugstore cowboy"...most "wannabes" have never even set foot on a ranch, much less ever rode a horse.
I look forward to reading your blog and please feel free to come back anytime and read mine as well! It is great having someone in Australia read it!
Have an amazing weekend!
Hi David, here's mine.
Hot Days
Gone Aways,
Bonfires Burn
Autumn's Turn
Thanks for stopping by my blog - just posted a final one before we cross the ditch on Monday!
I wouldn't even dare try to write a poem. I just stopped by to see how clever and creative everyone else was.
They did not disappoint. Thanks, eh!
David, no worries! I look forward to your friendship! Hugs from Texas darlin'!
Wrote mine on my blog before reading comments. i on same wave lenght as uncle joe.
Hooray!!!!!
It's May!!!
It's the same
As our Name!!
I have a magnetic poem (written in 2004) lined up for a June posting:
No Snow
To Know
Like The
Rich See
Beleieve it or not I'm referring to the fact we don't have any snow in June, but the rich go away to places like Oz to go skiing!
PS Just posted May's magnetic poem (another 4 liner) with a link back to your challenge for anyone reading mine who'd like to have a go.
Click on my Bad Poetry tag to see the full glory of my verse and worse ;)
How about:
G
I
O
U
O'Ceallaigh says:
I
B
O
C
Anyone can write a short four line poem.
But are they actually any good? Aye, there's the rub, mate.
niet
yet.
you
bet
I
dream
you
scream
Kudzu
Grew
To
Waterloo.
I'm beat.
Sore feet.
sore head.
Goin' ta bed.
or maybe...
I'm
Beat.
Sore
Feet.
There, that's better.
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