Fire black and smoke all red, the sun shone ‘gainst the West. Glint in eye an’ tale in head, Old Jack sized up his guests. There warn’t much to impress ‘im ’bout the two who stared ‘im back: City-boys, all barn and raised, with city-boy rucksacks.
“Ah’m tellin’ yuh, an’ ah don’ lie,” Jack told ’em, face set stern, “You’d best watch out when sunset’s red, when sand feels like to burn. “The ‘eadless ratt’ler’s comin’ out –Look! Behind yuh now!” An’ shore enough, those tenderfoots, yelped like they’d jus’ learned how.
October 22, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!
Respond by October 26, 2020. Use the comment section [on the site] to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. Rules & Guidelines.
It’s the week before Halloween here in the United States! Let’s look to amuse with some boo’s!
Here are the spooky specifics:
Our Theme is What’s behind the mask? Did two socially-distanced first-daters face a nasty surprise? Perhaps the Phantom of the Opera revealed an embarrassing birthmark? You decide, and you write a poem about it!
Keep the Length manageable, at between 3 and 153 words.
Rhyme if your crystal ball tells you to, but don’t if it’s not in the cards.
There’s no need for tricks regarding Rating. You can scare your victims readers and keep things clean.
However you choose to cast your spell, my dear, ensure your Halloween brew is brimming with humor.
You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next Friday (October 30) to submit a poem.
Use the magic form, below, to remain anonymous for a week.
Otherwise, include your spellbook poem or a link to it in the comments. Drop a comment or conjuring crystal if your link-back doesn’t show up by midnight of when you cast it.
Phew! What a challenge! This week, poets needed to compose a diamante about a diamond-seeker; a swindler; a gold-digger. When I wrote up the prompt, I didn’t consider how DIFFICULT answering it might be. So, understandably, these entries were more clever and interesting than they were humorous.
But, the winner is:
Untitled, by Teleportingweena gold shiny rich dig find shout pan stream nugget money hop skip jump heavy metal miner
Congratulations, Weena! You are the funniest poet for the week! I found this poem so entertaining because you answered the prompt literally. Very funny idea.
You’d do yourself a disservice to not read all the fabulous entries. Here they are:
Untitled, by Richmond Road Morning Soft Sweet Waking Shaking Beginning Birds Bees Flowers Trees Breathtaking Remaking Forgiving Victorious Glorious Day
Untitled, by Ruth Blogs Here User Needy, greedy Desires, conspires, covets Meal-ticket gold-digger Pretends, discards, repeats Serially, imperiously Fake
Boobs Blonde, Fake Wink, Smile, Bend-and-snap High heels, Hemline, Scooped neck, Acrylics with blood-red colors but the left thumb has a little, tiny, adorable ladybug Wave, Clean you out, Sashay Hot, Ephemeral Butt
I’m not sure what I did there, but there’s still time to contribute your own diamante poem for this week’s A Mused Poetry contest!!
Welcome, one and all, to the A Mused Poetry Contest! Come, tickle your funny bone or leave us in stitches!
Here are the instructions for this week:
The Theme is a Diamante poem about gold-diggers. Get it? Diamante is like diamonds? …Tell me you got it.
I just learned about this poetic form from snooping around Ruth’s blog. Apparently, it’s a very easy, straightforward poem of sixteen words. You can write a synonym diamante or an antonym diamante. The words form a diamond, in the pattern of:
Ah, the classic comeuppance due to the deserving braggart; the fall after the pride; the karma to one’s hubris -this was the theme for this week’s amusing writers.
Only one rose above the rest to claim the dubious honor of funniest, and that was:
Untitled, by D. Wallace Peach When the fireworks failed to ignite The smoker asked for a light With a big inhale The swaggering male Set off to light up the night
He applied his cig without care Smug when the fuse caught and flared An arrogant rube He peered down the tube And the night lit up with his hair
Congratulations, D. Wallace! You are the funniest poet for the week! I would be outright lying if I didn’t say that several of these poems made me laugh out loud. The illustrious Madame Peach’s poem won for her hilarious imagery, excellent vocabulary, and humorous take on the prompt.
I really did enjoy all of these. I hope you do as well:
Untitled, by Frank Hubeny While waiting to win the award I got tired. The judges got bored. They forgot to choose me. Did they look? Did they see? Well, they looked, then I looked how I scored.
Untitled, by Deb Whittam Debbie went for a run She boasted that it was fun But she didn’t expect to slip on a bun And pull a ligament in her bum
Untitled, by Trent McDonald Stan sniffed as people froze in fear And strode right by, nose in the air His haughtiness so keen That the dragon wasn’t seen So he walked straight into the lair
Untitled, by Trent McDonald Bob laughed at the custodian, Jed Because of the things that he said “Be careful in the mill For those machines can kill!” Not listening, Bob lost his head
Untitled, by Dumbestblogger At carnivals the rides are fine But games are really quite sublime Fred sent the ball full eight feet high Joe laughed and said “I’ll make it nine!” He picked the hammer up with glee Missed the lever, hit his spleen He aimed to send the ball up nine Now six feet under Joe does lie
A Slight Misunderstanding, by Writerinretrospect “I’m sure we can survive it,” Said the vampire to his friend; “Oh, no,” the friend replied, “I’d rather stay undead.” “It’s not that far,” Came the reply, “There’s no reason to quake.” And so across the street the dyslexic went To find himself a steak.
Route One, by Obbverse He finally staggered triumphantly atop Mount Everest Exhausted but immensely proud of his sky high climb, Standing back to take in the view and a moments rest He went from pinnacle to Ground Zero in record time.
Billy, by Hobbo Billy bighead, a bit of a boaster Invented the world’s largest toaster One day he fell in it And in less than a minute His head was as flat as a coaster.
An Untitled (for reasons unknown) Limerick, by Michael Fishman This handsome young man was in love, well not totally, but kinda sort of. He kneeled down to propose, something tickled his nose, and he blew boogers on her from below and above.
Thanks for playing!! Return tomorrow for next week’s prompt.
D., here’s a badge for you to use on your site. Congratulations!
From the amazing Pensitivity and her Three Things Challenge:
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day I list three things that may, or may not, be related. The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly. You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish. Have some fun with the words and invite us along by creating a pingback to this post. Don’t forget to leave your link in the comments so that other people can read your writings and I’ll see it to respond to you directly. While you’re there, why not check out some of the other posts too!
I schedule the challenge to go out around 6.30 am UK time, so as pingbacks have to be approved manually, they might not show immediately if I’m late accessing my blog or due to time differences. I will get there though, I promise! Your support continues to be amazing, so my thanks to all of you for taking part.
Greetings, poets! Ready to laugh? You’re in the right place!
These are the specifics:
What could possibly be funnier than accident by hubris? The inevitable fall because of overconfident pride? The trip of the boastful athlete? The …well, you get it.
I don’t want Length to interfere with your style, but I recommend short, sweet, and snappy. A limerick might be perfect.
Rhyming’s up to you and your form.
Keep the RatingPG or cleaner.
With the tragic fall comes the chance for tears, so be sure we’re laughing as our hero fails. I also request, if you choose political, that you do not stoop to personal insults -remember that everyone is someone’s son or daughter.
You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next Friday (October 16) to submit a poem.
Use the form below to stay anonymous for a week.
Otherwise, for a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. Drop a comment if you try to link back and it doesn’t show up within a day.
Always on the cards, by Over Soil Last second writing “All my love” so cursory, Time and again made us forget each anniversary, For us, protecting trees was always on the cards, So what better than a trip to a nearby plant nursery.
Untitled, by Ellen Best I love your beard … when its not there. And the shine … that’s not hair. The way that you snore sounded sweet Well until, the first time it woke me from sleep.
I love the ring in your nose The way you bite at your toes Because you can’t be arsed, to get the clippers off the shelf.
I like all the things that you do, But you never bag the dogs poo. Now that might make me mad, just a bit. I am glad we got wed, Though you spent a week in bed Because of jet lag As I recall you to say.
Romance is not dead We’ll have adventures you said, So we married on a beach in the bay Even the bomb squad didn’t ruin our day.
Thanks for playing!! Return tomorrow for next week’s prompt.
Michael Fishman, here’s a badge for you to use on your site. Congratulations!