Tongue Twister #6 Iddle

human embryo

Diddle
Piddle
Puddled

Riddle
Wiggled
Waggled

Poppa
Whopper
Stopper

What a
Butter
Batter

Lather
Later
Ladder

6/9/2013

Tongue Twister #5 Privacy

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/08/daily-prompt-privacy/

Potty Introduction From 4 year old to 2 year old

Potty Introduction From 4 year old to 2 year old

privet
private

privi
private

privilege
private

pirate
private
nevermore

6/8/2013

Tongue Twister #4: Pillows

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Pillows
pilfer
pain “n
passion

plummet
panic;
pad our
patience.

Puffy
pats
pronounce
plush padding:

places
patients
pat “n
patted.

6/7/2013
Last night in Austerlitz, NOT A PILLOW IN THE HOUSE.
Cat finds only soft spot: the baby changing table!
No upholstery! Only straight-back chairs of no-give hard wood.
Arches are screaming: “Where’s my pillow?”
Where’s my cushion in the night?

Tongue Twister#3 Power Shared

Who is in the tree:

Rustic
ruddy
runt

Recall
royalty’s
lavish ravish.

Morph in
mystery’s
sacred spaces’
succor.

Tongue Twister #2 Harrumpf!

in The Background

Harrumpf!
Harangue!
A rump that stang.

It stung
and stank;
It drank
the dank
dew
that stuck
its sticky slime
to mine.

Harrumpf!

Tongue Twister #1: I Is Wise I Is

Owl

I is wise I is
by Catherine Johnson

I is wise I is

Eyes why I is wise

Why eyes wise eyes

Catherine Johnson, 2013.

Too whit too whoo!

My next book will be a collection of tongue twisters. All entries should be sent as comments or e-mailed to:qslver@mhcable.com

Harrumph!

ANGRY
Harrumph said the teacher when the student shook and stuttered;
Harrumph said the gentlemen to the lady of the night.
Harrumph said the PhD to artisans and plumbers;
Harrumph said the ballet diva to rappers in the street.

Enough said St Peter at the pearly gates above;
Enough harrumphs forever for those who enter here.

Jeanne Poland
6/1/2013

Jimmy Stewart Reads “My Dog Beau”

Please listen to the magic pauses and the deep feeling with which Jimmy Stewart reads his poem to his dead dog on the Johnny Carson Show in 1981.
Do you have to be an actor to express this much feeling with your voice?
Note the way Stewart focuses despite the joking of Johnny and the laughter of the audience.

Graduation

tick tock  click clock

tick tock click clock

Time stands still:look back-look fo’ward.
Spot the growth; the buds bloom toward
A new mystique, a magic journey
Dappled vision-rainbow gurney.

Spot the growth; the buds bloom toward
Dance and cello,theater, swimming
Biking, driving, childish dimming.

A new mystique, a magic journey
Drops of feeling: wet tips warming
Thoughts that generate to seedlings.

Dappled vision-rainbow gurney
Squeaking through the halls of choices
Spotlights pointed by the voices

Family beacons
Family sages
My own galaxy!

For Aneli
6/1/2013

Woodpecker Explorer

woodpecker

Baby woodpecker
pecks
aluminum siding
brass dragonfly
screen.

Her beak
smells
feels
tastes
hears.

Pecks
seeds;
knocks upon my deck.
Huge red-headed peck-er!
5/31/13

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