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The Muses Smiled

UntitledFrank Lloyd Wright did wellHe designed homes really swellThey’re as weird as hell+++ Tommye | Malvolian On the Perdurance of Unusual CarpetCookie Monster Blue?Who Knew? Mrs. Wright, that’s who!And now you do too.+++ Bryan | Malvolian WeekendKegs and chaos roar,Toga clad, the lodge door swingsParty never sleeps SalveElmores Sue and CraigWelcome to your first WeekendAnd apologies+ John (N.B. Claire and Charles weren’t arrived during reading; big hello and pre-sorry to them too) LifeRain falls from the skyFlowers blossom and nature thrives with beautyThe snow covers it up+ Vince Bright HorizonsPeace, Joy, Gods and Heroes.What will we find come tomorrow?Let’s rejoice, [...]

By |September 21, 2024|Categories: 2024 – WwW XXIV, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Slamming it in 23

Counselors Note: Twinklers evidently cleaned up too scrupulously and regrettably several entries unfortunately did not make it out of the lodge. Mid-DayRain falls down outsideI keep drinking booze soaked fruitThe world seems more better Brett | Malvolian +++ UntitledFrank Wright had a gift.Designed many structures all right.Were they good or not? Tommye UntitledTo craft is divineMade so much better with wineNow it’s time to shine! Cassie +++ Ballroom Floor/Bedroom CeilingWrapped in REM dream, I –Tippy tap tip tap tip tapBoot camp eight fifteen. John Hoffman +++ UntitledBurn us poy-tay-toeCleanse these Twinklers with fireOnly one survives Unknown +++ UntitledI worked in [...]

By |September 23, 2023|Categories: 2023 – WwW XXIII, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Out of sight odes

The Patlocked Putz Pat was smoking his buttsThe good group needed some futzWhere’s your sticker?Can you believe his guts?That was a kicker                 | Sue E. Malvolian of the Year No Haiku! Haiku: Such nonsense for a poem!Ridiculous – I moanJust write some verseMake words to rhymeKeep it simple and save time                 | Wayne (First runner up) No comparing Playing games with friendsMakes me feels so inept, lostBut I’m not alone                 | Tommye (Second runner up) It’s a fact I’m not complainingI’m just extremely detailedThey are projecting                 | Rob Here’s the ideaBuild up hope of pie todayWe [...]

By |August 30, 2022|Categories: 2022 – WwW XXII, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Malvoliating

A Chair I hold Papa’s chair I sit on a chair also Therefore I am chair                | Erik Nazar Malvolian of the Year Shining Brow On foot we travel Learning more On Frank Lloyd Wright tour Much to see In amongst the trees Rhubarb grows Near Midway Barn Bugs, bugs darn Grace was chat chat chat Floppy hat We learned a lot Grace chat NOT!                | Julie Limerick Enjoying all the frivolities While waiting for the whistle to blow                It’s time to go                We’ll never know The surprise in the show                | Joe August 14th, [...]

By |August 16, 2021|Categories: 2021 – WwW XXI, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

A continent of Ku

We-KuOur summer partyJoyful congress of fast friendsA precious treasure | Mike UntitledHalcyon Spring GreenNot so now the experts saySo, in Zoom we trust | Bryan Jigsaw (A true-ku)Random shapes of greenWhich lock together, or notLast piece found on ass | Andrea What to do? What to do?Time just flewHere I am againWith no haiku. | Elizabeth ‘I’m going to do whatever sounds good.’Come, fill Solo cups.Drooping peach boughs laugh and urge:Bellini us now. | YOS (With apologies to Omar Khayyam) UntitledBryan Debra CHEESE!Friends family years of memoriesJohn Hoffman, Thank You! | Mary Jo UntitledShakespeare didn’t wear a mask.Juliet said, dear why [...]

By |July 27, 2020|Categories: 2020 – WwW XX, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Hips of Kilauea Contest

Led by our senior Weekenders, teams of three created their own hulas to the tune and theme of Little Brown Gal. See the wondrous videos at our Weekend Album. Lyrics: Team Tony, Mary Jo and Erik. Went to rent a pontoon! We had a store in mindRun by two local loons who didn’t like our kind.(Refrain.) There’s no little brown hair from a little brown dogOn a little pontoon in Illinois.So out went Mary Jo and Kurt. And Deb and Bryan too I know.On the lake they go, but with Millie No No No.            (Refrain.)They tried to catch a fish [...]

By |August 22, 2019|Categories: 2019 – WwW XIX, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Blow, Haiku Siren, Blow!

In honor of the Cradle of the American Haiku Festival, held in Mineral Point while we rollicked, Weekenders -- with Haiku Helper forms and yellow whistles on hand -- announced their creations: Underwhelmed Frank Lloyd Wright’s all right Warehouse too much dust and must Who needs the dumb bat     . Tommye | Malvolian of the Year Bean There; Done That Thou must mind the Bunn Else thy pot runneth over Thou hast wet thyself     . DD | Silver Medal Untitled First time Weekender Looking forward to some fun Great times with loved ones     . Jennifer | Bronze [...]

By |August 22, 2018|Categories: 2018 – WwW XVIII, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Sonnet 17

MushVrooms Our rollicking, frolicsome, Pollocky dream She layers thinly, he is all Sakrete. Each bared our own spirit, like woodland Pucks, Through Weekend. And if we birthed no Magritte, Yet we shared full joys, loves and laughing yucks Under swaddling skies – for once not too humid: A mid-summer play with nonstop undressing, Wondrous meals, gardens, our Vrooman, Then, as if to grade school art class, regressing. A fungus flourishes with fertilizer And dank (and how do buried talents sprout?). Though the Muse worried we’d murderlize her, With beret, face hair and Master Mike, out came startling art. So cherish [...]

By |August 6, 2017|Categories: 2017 – WwW XVII, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

The Suck Up Sonnet

Dedicated humbly to the exalted, dazzling XVI GoH Talent Show Judges To what does your splendor match? Deb Dicke, You’re infused joy, like sparkling Bryan Schneider – The happy zing of a fresh lime rickey; The way of the martini: Fine gin (slight stir). No Dacron GoH, Fran Underdown: I style you and my two Mikottii As a Dolce & Gabbana wedding gown; Next to Shanzhai knockoffs, a true Dior tie. You gems of humanity, Bonnie, John, And precious parents, Tommye, Wayne, Electrify my life like silicon And shimmer as a rain-washed diamond vein. My love for you’s timeless as [...]

By |July 20, 2016|Categories: 2016 – WwW XVI, Poetry Slam|0 Comments

Slamming

The saddest entry in Weekend history, from Deb .... Lacking No poems. No Bill. No Brie. No Dickes. No Kurt No Me. Some boozing. Some gazing. Some tubing. Some grazing. But, No pretense. No plays. And, No me. _________________ Being Pickled: A sonnet toast to the grand opening of The Twisted Olive Supper Club The heedless space of a bulbous Chevy Encases them.  Find a spot.  They see the host. Two gimlets to start, drained clean as Evvie Lowers oil-basked meats.  More drinks.  They toast, Lost in cackles and haze and paneled murk And highballs; an extra plate for bones [...]

By |August 15, 2012|Categories: 2012 - WwW XII, Poetry Slam|1 Comment