A Strange Bedfellow

The Tempest: Prospero, Miranda and Ariel, 1976, Rosemarie Beck

Tempest Tossed

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.” ~Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Beware the potent potable.

With just an innocent-like clink…?

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Strange bedfellows.  Nudge-nudge, wink-wink.

Potential here is notable:

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Beware the potent potable. 

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Notes:  Yes, it's another Triolet.  For the merry month of May.  (And yes, that rhymes.)  But anyway...the poem was inspired by the prompt of 'strange bedfellows,' thoughtfully provided for by Sunday Scribblings. Take that, Mickey Finn!

You Are Here

Image courtesy of ArtSlant/'You are Here' by Priscilla Franco-Asturias

You are here because

if you are not, you must be

in some other place.

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Notes:  Sunday Scribblings' prompt today is 'You are here.'  The form is 5/7/5 haiku.  

And if you are not here, then where are you?  Just wondering'...

Some Miscellaneous Stuff

Image courtesy of Poetry Through the Ages

Postcard’Ku

"I would especially like to recourt the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time." ~ John Updike

Having a great time.

Wish you were here.  Another

time, perhaps?  Love, Muse       

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Image courtesy of Keith R. Good

 

Night Sky

“Metaphor for the night sky: A trillion asterisks and no explanations”.  ~Robert Brault

I’ll never offer

explanations…but look up.

You might find me there.

☼☼☼

Origin of image is unknown.

Oh Fiddlesticks!

A fellow who felt he’d been had

re buying a dubious ‘Strad’

found his authentication

lacked substantiation.

Oh fiddlesticks!  He was sure mad.

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Notes:  The first poem is a 5/7/5 Haiku.  The prompt was 'Muse' from Sunday Scribblings.  The second poem is also a 5/7/5 Haiku.  The prompt was 'Moon' from Poetic Bloomings, and the photograph was taken (and provided for) by Marie Elena Good's husband Keith.  The final poem is a Limerick, inspired by the fun wordplay over at Mad Kane's Humor Blog,