Bee’s Poem of the Day – Poem Madlib

So another sleepless night for me. I hope Carol Anne is getting some sleep. I have been sleeping about three hours then needed the toilet and there it went. Had a cup of coffee with the husband who now breathes deeply beside me and sleeps.

Done morning pages and the #frapalymo posts. #frapalymo is a German poetry project every November. I translate the prompts and do a bi-lingual poetry post. It’s great. The lady who does it has brilliant and versatile ideas for prompts. But maybe that is the reason why I am not much poetic lately. Am “overpoetisised” LOL. Love to make words up 😁.

Let’s see what sort of poem could I do. Oh, I know! I could use “Language is a Virus” again.

If you don’t know the page go and check it out even though I think their writing and poetry apps are not much accessible for visually impaired readers. However they have a couple of interesting posts about poetry in general too. Like “66 Experiments by Charles Bernstein” It is great what you can do with poetry. I won’t do any of those though.

Writing poetry is like therapy for me. It allows me to create something positive with what is going on with me. That is why I like to do it daily. Not all is good poetry but practise makes you a better poet and as J. Cameron says:” you need to allow yourself to be a bad artist to become a good one!”. I like that.

Am I babbling? Probably. 😊. Muddled mind 😁. Ok, I better stop here and use one the apps in “Language is a Virus!”

Ok, I used the “poem madlib” and I am not impressed but it must do 😁

Gently i have never Runs, Here beyond
any Bed, your Sun have their Sleepily:
in your most Happily Hobbit are things which Hopps me,
or which i cannot Shops because they are too Now

your Drunken look Red will unRides me
though i have Fights myself as Ring,
you Survives always Dragon by Dragon myself as Princess Fights
(Worriesing Green, Grey) her Courageous King

or if your Queen be to Dances me, i and
my Fairy will Dances very Never, Over,
as when the I of this Bed Walks
the You Here everywhere Singsing;

nothing which we are to Flies in this Sky Sleeps
the Heavens of your Badly Flowerpot: whose Beach
Wakes me with the Sea of its Sorrow,
Hopesing Sky and Forest with each Crashesing

(i do not Soars what it is about you that Steps
and Drives; only something in me Copes
the Tree of your Sun is Greatly than all Princess)
City, not even the Mountain, has such Red Goat

– The Bee & e.e. cummings

any Bed, your Sun have their Sleepily:
in your most Happily Hobbit are things which Hopps me,
or which i cannot Shops because they are too Now
your Drunken look Red will unRides me
though i have Fights myself as Ring,
you Survives always Dragon by Dragon myself as Princess Fights
(Worriesing Green, Grey) her Courageous King
or if your Queen be to Dances me, i and
my Fairy will Dances very Never, Over,
as when the I of this Bed Walks
the You Here everywhere Singsing;
nothing which we are to Flies in this Sky Sleeps
the Heavens of your Badly Flowerpot: whose Beach
Wakes me with the Sea of its Sorrow,
Hopesing Sky and Forest with each Crashesing
(i do not Soars what it is about you that Steps
and Drives; only something in me Copes
the Tree of your Sun is Greatly than all Princess)
City, not even the Mountain, has such Red Goat
– The Bee & e.e. cummings

Author: Bee Halton

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