Challenge: The perfect ten.

[Tzara]

Come join our fun.

Your av...

Charlotte Rampling?
The Night Porter?

Where's Dirk Bogarde?

 

[Tzara]

Your av...

Charlotte Rampling?
The Night Porter?

Where's Dirk Bogarde?

Oh, and
Charlotte
just wore braces.

Very nice,
but impractical.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I'll retexture
your walls
anytime, hon.

Number's
in the book.

retextured ... by
spakle ...
let it flow
amused my
muse
spakled ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

where did
you go?

ya have to
come play
soon ~

 

[Tzara]

The Blessing, the Curse, of Chester Carlson

xerography
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xerography
xerogra
d(jam)n!

 

[Tzara]

where did
you go?

ya have to
come play
soon ~

Do metaphors sprout
like wildflowers
along the roads
of Rhymeville?

 

[RhymeFairy]

Do metaphors sprout
like wildflowers
along the roads
of Rhymeville?

Sweetest of the sweet
Tender ... Honey Glazed
Metaphors of HoneyComb

Sprouting Rhyme
takes a Lil time.
Growing within,
contemplations hand.

Roads traveled
Sights still
unseen.
Earthly ephoria,
Metaphorical rhymes ...

Thanks My Friend
for wordly
word play.
My bed calls ~

 

[Tzara]

Eos--
Rosy fingered dawn.

Thanks, Homer.
(You too, Marge.)

 

[eagleyez]

i have ten words
stored as acorns
waiting for the sun.

 

[Tzara]

i have ten words
stored as acorns
waiting for the sun.

Words elegantly chosen,
but you're cheating.
I count ten plus





one.

 

[Tzara]

Not to touch the earth

i have ten words
stored as acorns
waiting for the sun.

Yes, the river knows
summer's almost gone,
my wild love.

rip, jimmy

though
your grave's littered
with devotions
sleep, please

 

[Angeline]

i have ten words
stored as acorns
waiting for the sun.

eos arises
worlds collide
tempus fugit
only one word
matters

 

[Solid Muldoon]

One day
you're champ,
the next
a palooka;
Tempus Fuggeddaboutit

 

[Solid Muldoon]

Gloria Mundi?
Helluva broad.
Wonder what
ever happened to her?

 

[Angeline]

One day
you're champ,
the next
a palooka;
Tempus Fuggeddaboutit

fleet fame flits
the writing is
the flame don't
fuggedaboudthat

 

[ruminator]

open eyes view
injustice painted
as vibrant, violent
patriotic murals

distract my gazes
instead
to find
pliant portrait's
pleasures
pleading

transform me
burn away futility
acceptence
recreated
from the ashes

 

[Tzara]

Gloria Mundi?
Helluva broad.
Wonder what
ever happened to her?

She and Spiritus
were last seen
slouching towards Bethlehem.

 

[Tzara]

eos arises
worlds collide
tempus fugit

Hmmm. A
Latin-American
translational rhyme!

Never seen that before.

 

[RhymeFairy]

my mouse went
ka-poot
2 days ago ...
got cheese?

 

[Solid Muldoon]

She and Spiritus
were last seen
slouching towards Bethlehem.

Let us hope
that they didn't get sic
in transit.

 

[The Mutt]

Gloria Mundi
and
Felix Culpa
ut supra
ut infra
LXIX

 

[NspirMe]

Panty sniffing mutt,
clearly a sign.
Of what?
Who knows.

 

[The Mutt]

Panty sniffing mutt,
clearly a sign.
Of what?
Who knows.

Who knows?
The nose knows,
where it goes,
passion's throes.

 

[NspirMe]

Who knows?
The nose knows,
where it goes,
passion's throes.

passions nose
escapes the sniff
licks eyebrows
and bellow,
throes

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

Ripe possibilities,
soured by probabilities,
trapped by propriety -
dreams shatter.