Hyperbole and Day 5

Prompt: Hyperbole

white-dove

Day 5 of NaNoWriMo brings both hyperbole and humility.

hyperbole-poem

So true… unless that child is Donald Trump.

Humility, empathy, charity, tolerance, and respect are important for children to understand, too.

Vote if you can, pray if you can’t!

 


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HYPERBOLE POEM

What am I?

I’m bigger than the entire earth
More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
No one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
And hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
With one word from my lips.
I am the greatest power in the world
In this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
A child’s imagination.

5-7-5

Prompt: Fragile

black-dog-eyes

He is as fragile
As a baby untended.
He watches my eyes.

 


The above is an attempt at haiku and is similar to the real style of haiku poetry only by virtue of its structure, which in English consists of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables. Haiku is meant to be original and evocative, or to capture a moment in time in a uniquely simple way, and actually not to present a simile. Haiku form is easy to learn (as they say about every game app ever) but hard to master.

The haiku above was inspired, for better or worse, by my black dog, who was staring at me this morning as I brushed my teeth. I was touched by his tentative yet steady gaze and the way we both unthinkingly acknowledged my absolute power over him. The powerless are vulnerable and it was a strangely sad moment.

I also came across this unconventional haiku while googling around for information:

A wise man once asked,
“Why, pray tell, is the sand wet?”
…Because the sea weed

Rhymes with Sandwich

Prompt: Sandwich

witch-image

This was, I think, the first weekly 100-word challenge that I submitted. The prompt was “Rhymes with Itch” and I remember the group leader being surprised that I took the challenge so literally.

Rhymes with Itch

Sneaky Footsnap was a snitch,
He had a plan to make it rich.
Bertha Cussmore was a witch,
Who made a fortune selling pitch.
Sneaky dressed up like the bitch
Certain none would note the switch.
His clever ruse had one small hitch,
Sneaky Footsnap had a twitch.
By virtue of this telling glitch
Sneaky wound up in the ditch,
Lifeless, cold, without a stitch.

Agony Ant: Neanderthal Poetry

Prompt: False

moose

Dear Agony Ant,

My boyfriend is a Neanderthal.

He keeps himself relatively clean, but has the worst teeth, as in some are missing, some are loose, and some are sharp. This means that our love-making is perilous and often painful and bloody, though is quite spectacular in other regards.

Yes, he should see a dentist, but is deathly afraid of them. He is also afraid of small spaces, lightning, automobiles, cats, plastic, and electricity.

He is also not much of a conversationalist, choosing to “do” rather than “say”. I can’t claim he doesn’t communicate well, but I am a bit of romantic, and love poetry. I really wish he would one day say in words how he feels about me. He has never told me he loves me, but I suspect he does.

We are trying to decide whether to live together. I am a bit of a neat freak, and he is quite the opposite. He rabidly sticks to his paleo diet, while I am vegetarian.

I am no spring chicken, and he might be my one shot at true happiness, commitment, and baby Neanderthals.

How can I tell if we should move in together?

Yours truly,
Sentimental Lover


 

Dear Sentimental Lover,

That’s quite a catch you have there. I am kidding. The heart has reasons, and all that.

If you are willing to overlook the little quirks, like his lack of speech and fear of plastic, because you love each other, then all the power to you. I’m sure he overlooks your flaws, like your use of electric lights and toothpaste.

But, he owes you some proof of his true affection and romantic feelings. Demand that he write you a love poem. If he can overcome his shyness about communicating his feelings, then I believe you can be a brilliant match, despite your differences in diet.

Peace and love,
agony ant


 

Dear Agony Ant,

He did it! He wrote me a love poem. It made me cry. Do you think it proves his sincerity?

I am hunter
You are womb
You are beautiful like skinned moose
Pink
Juicy
Fill belly.

Yours truly,
Sentimental Lover


 

Dear Sentimental Lover,

It made me cry too. Anyway, the sincerity is definitely there.

Good luck as you start your romantic adventure cohabiting, and possibly, marriage, children, and growing old together.

May I suggest you relocate to a city with legalized marijuana?

Peace and love,
agony ant