P is for Putrid

Day 18 of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge April 2012 – “P”

Preface:  Putting poetry plainly aside, I’ve prepared a presentation pertaining to one’s posterior for “P”.   Please proceed with prudence.

Public Potty:

Poop on park path:

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so……. Parasitic pilfering of my products will produce profound penalization on your part.

Pfüat Enk (Bavarian)

O is for Overkill

Day 17 the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012“O”

 

Open mind outpours onto you                 

Outlaying odes and obtending   

Organity, often sending

One’s own ontography on through.

Orthology eludes a few

Overcome by overt mending,

Once corrected it’s worth sending.

Organized octonary coup!

 

Octastich or Octave = A strophe, stanza, or poem consisting of eight verses or lines.  When using the latter term, the eight lines usually have a rhyming scheme of a/b/b/a/a/b/b/a.

Octosyllabic = having eight syllables per line.

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…….Off with you odorous old oinker.  Obnoxious, overt, ogling of my original outpourings will obviously offend me.

Over and Out (trucker)

H is for Huitain

 Day 8 of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge April 2012 – H

Hurried huntsmen hasten to hunt

Herding hapless hares towards home

Happy to have horses up front

High hills and hidden hollows to roam

Heading house bound into the gloam

Hasten towards heartwarming blaze

Hypnagogic heat forms a dome

Heavy heads nod off in a haze

(Helpful Hint: huitain = group of eight lines of verse with eight syllables per line with a rhyming scheme to adhere to)

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…..Hell actually hath a lot of fury for a hacking hooligan who heists another’s handiwork.

Ha det bra (Norwegian)

G is for Gastronomy

Day 7 of the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012 – G

Gleeful gents and gals are getting geared up as green grass and great growth gives way to grand celebrations. Guests and grandparents gladly gather as we give grace to God on Easter (or as my hubby says, give props to the guy in the sky).

Gastronomical gluttony grows gargantous guts as we gorge on gravy, grains, goodies, and grapes.  Glad are we for children’s giggles gleaned from grandiose games and gifts of gelatin globes.

Gotta go get my goose eggs……

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…..Greedy grabbing is a gaff and I will be galled at your graceless behavior.  Don’t be gauche.

Goodbye!

F is for Fall-behind Friday

Day 6 of the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012 – F

First: Forgiveness please from my fans, followers, and fellow A-Z Challengers as Friday fell to a fury of fast footed feral fiends (aka my children). In my frenzy to facilitate my fiction I forgetfully pressed “Safe Draft” instead of “Publish” so Friday’s blog was flubbed.

Fiction finds fun in farce and fantasy so for Friday’s feature I forged a fable.

Fearless was our fine frog Fred. He would frolic and fuss from the first few rays of the fiery sun. He’d then fill his nights with fanciful fun. Forever forgetting to find himself food, he would follow the fireflies flickering by fields of feathered ferns.

Farley the fawn feared for Fred’s flaw and said, “Fall is fast finishing and frost will be here forthwith. Foolish folly will find you a famished fellow.”

Forgoing this foretelling advice he forged into the foliage, fixated on a fine fast fox.

Flaunter of funky fortune to the finish”, a feeble flounder said.

Finally fell the freeze, facilitating snow falling in folds over frontiers. Fellow forest foragers found their faithful, fortuitous finding of feasts would keep them fit and fat.

Farther out in the fields a famished, fickle frog flailed. Fred’s feet were frozen fast to a fence for he flippantly failed to follow his friends.

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PLEASE NOTE: This is my original material so… Forgery is a felony and for finding you fiddling with my fiction I will forever feel you are a feces (plus I’ll tell your Mom).

Farewell!