Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I'd like to thank the Academy...

Tonight is...The Academy Awards.  

Yes, it is the night of nights when actors, directors, producers and (anyone fortunate enough to be in their entourages) get to strut the red carpet draped from head to toe in the top designers' glittering formal gowns, dashing tuxes and bejeweled formal accessories. These 'outfits' can run the gamut from the utterly brilliant and subtly elegant to (how shall I put this?) bizarre, strange and/or downright ugly. You know what I mean, right?

But then, once inside the Kodak Theatre, all those individuals in the hautest of haute couture will wait with bated breath to see 1.) if Joan Rivers will totally diss their ensembles, and 2.) if they will be the lucky (and of course, most deserving) ones to win one (or more) of the coveted awards.

So, in honor of Oscar, the famed gold statuette being awarded tonight for all the different categories of excellence in film, I am presenting two 5/7/5 haiku based on prompts from Sunday Scribblings (Fire) and SiS/Few Miles (Eternal.)

And the 'ku goes to...

Epic Red Carpet Fail

“Eternal nothingness if fine if you happen to be dressed for it.” ~Woody Allen

On the red carpet
you’ll be eternally damned
for fashion faux pas.

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…And the Oscar Goes to…

Talent is a flame.  Genius is a fire. ~Bern Williams

Which burns more brightly –
actors who win the awards
or those who shoulda?

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And on that note, with just 45 seconds allowed for acceptance speeches, I shall just say thank you - and good night.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Kyrielle and 'Ku

Happy Almost Valentine's Day! ♥

Sunday Scribblings' presented their prompt today of '1,000 Years. ' 

SiS/Few Miles' prompt for their Haiku Challenge was a photograph of some 'hot' love.

Other than the 'K', there's not much else these two poems have in common (other than a bit of silliness) but that's the way it goes, sometimes.

Image courtesy of livius.org

Millennium Stated
                                               
A thousand years? The stratagem
of Romans: Use the letter M.
Another way?  10 to the 3rd,
but there are other ways, I’ve heard.

Nine hundred ninety nine plus one
can make 1,000 years, when done.
Is that the way that’s more preferred,
‘cause there are other ways, I’ve heard.

100 decades do sound great.
It’s higher still when in Base 8.*
Oh God – I sound just like a nerd.
Still…there are other ways, I’ve heard.

Consider then the abacus –
a lot of beads.  Who wants the fuss?
A thousand years?  That’s just absurd.
By then we’ll be long gone, I’ve heard.

(* 1,000 in Base 8 is 1,750.)

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For Valentine’s Day
channel your inner Elvis:
hunka burning love.

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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Phoenix Rising

Image courtesy Dusty Bee

  The Phoenix

There sits a dull grey pile of ash

created from a blazing fire
which sprung forth from a brilliant flash.

How many times can he expire

and then somehow be born again?

Still, we watch for his bright plumage.
The question is not how, but when

he’ll arise from cindered  tomb-age.

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The above Goethe Stanza poem was written in response to a prompt from Poets United Think Tank Thursday.  The theme was 'fire.'