Monday, 21 August 2017

Poetry Monday (Just Under The Wire)

As Arnold used to say, in every movie he ever made, "I'M BA-A-A-ACK!!!"

It's Poetry Monday, and technically still on Monday!

If you haven't already checked out Diane's and Delores' poems, follow the links by clicking on their names.

If you'd like to leave a poem here, please do!

I really struggled with this week's theme. I started two poems, worked doggedly on them, and ended up with the most stilted, awkward, boring, lame verses ever in the history of poetry-writing. Then I gave up, licked my wounds for a day, and tried again.

I have to admit I went to a "rhymes with" website to get help. I should have called an ambulance while I was at it. This poem needs some CPR, stat!


Anatomy of a Meeting

Greetings!
Seating
(Eating)
Bleating
Repeating
Entreating
Retreating
Conceding
Completing
Un-seating
Fleeing
(And probably tweeting ...)


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Looking forward to next week, when the theme will be ... Eclipses of Life ... errrrr ... piece of pie, right? RIGHT??

Thanks for reading, folks!



Usually the best part of a meeting.

(Photo: Pixabay)

Now I want a chocolate eclair ...




33 comments:

  1. Still Tuesday here. Tuesday afternoon.
    Some of your words most definitely spell meeting to me. Like bleating and repeating and a very wistful retreating... That last never came soon enough...

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    1. Thanks, Sue - I've corrected that. And realized I actually published on our Monday, so I fixed that, too :)

      Meetings never end soon enough ...

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  2. I like your Anatomy of a Meeting, it describes them perfectly, and of course the snack are always the best part of any meeting.

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    1. Even when it's a "healthy" snack! because meetings are just that bad :)

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  3. We all get 'writers block', at least you persevered and came up with a good one. I can understand how your words are connected to meetings.

    My contribution is a true story.

    Meetings

    He was travelling from Crete,
    By ferry and by 'plane.
    Leaving the land of his birth,
    Never to set foot there again.

    What would his future hold?
    It couldn't be worse than before.
    When he'd seen an opportunity,
    He'd ran out of the door.

    We'd travelled across to Heathrow,
    On a sunny October day.
    To pick up a stranger,
    Hoping not for dismay.

    At last we were to meet him,
    The moment had arrived.
    All the plans had come together,
    Our fears instantly set aside.

    No more a homeless stray,
    No more an interloper.
    There's a loving home waiting,
    For a rescue dog named Roper.

    He was truly a lovely dog and didn't have a malicious or aggressive thought in his head. We had him for 13 years and he must have been 15 when he died.

    Joan (Devon)





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    1. Ahhh ... now I have tears in my eyes. What a wonderful ending for Roper - and you folks. I love stories that end well!

      Thanks for joining in again this week, Joan.

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    2. Oh, this is lovely, Joan! Lovely! A little teary here. We said good-bye to our beautiful Aldo in May and I'm still not quite past it . . .
      P.S. Can I start including you in our Poetry Mondays? I would so love to . . .

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    3. Hallo Diane, Roper was our third rescue dog and he was the only one to have had a bad start in life. The others came from homes who couldn't cope with them any more, either financially or the break-up of their marriage. We're on our fourth at the moment, Grouse.
      Yes, I would love to be included in your Poetry Mondays, but I'm a bit stumped about Eclipses of Life.

      Joan (Devon)

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  4. You know what? That poem says it all. Man am I glad I don't have to go to business meetings any more.

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  5. Bravo! "Rhymes with" web site or not, you win points for creativity!

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    1. Thank you! I call it "desperation" not creativity :)

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  6. There's a poem on my blog.

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    1. Great, Terry - I'll be right over!

      For other readers, just click on Terry's picture above to go to his profile page; there you will see "Treey's blog", click on that and you'll get to his blog.

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  7. I think I've attended meetings that run exactly like this...many times!

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    1. They're awfully predictable, aren't they?!

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  8. I like your poem! It describes exactly what happens in very few words. It's cute.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Thanks! I thought the shorter the better, under the circumstances :)

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  9. Your poem reminds me of a time when Briana and I were sitting in our friend Linda's bedroom reading from her thesaurus. Linda started reading the synonyms for "stupid" and we became convulsed with laughter. I had to leave the room after "addlepated" as I could no longer breathe well enough to remain conscious...

    -Doug in Oakland

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    1. "Addlepated" would do it all right :) I love it when that laughing starts. Everything seems funnier and funnier and you can't even explain it properly if someone else comes along and wants to know what the joke is :)

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  10. I actually like your poem. Come closer and I'll put a sticker on your forehead :)

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  11. This is great! i think you found the essence of meetings perfectly! And thanks for the snack as well . . .

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  12. Your poem is brilliant! Perfectly captured the subject, and gave me a chuckle, too. ;-)

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    1. Thanks - Always glad to make someone smile!

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  13. haha you are GREAT at your sense humor jenny!

    this sounds nice and wonderful to me my dear friend!

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    1. Thank you - I'm glad you found it humourous, baili :)

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  14. I'm so glad I don't have to sit through any meetings. Even with the cream cakes. When you say repeating are you talking about burps and acid reflux or people saying the same thing over and over again?

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    1. The second one - haha! I haven't heard anyone use it to mean burping in years. My dad used to use it that way :)

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