Still silent

‘Cause this masterpiece is so addicting, I have to share with others and hope that they will want to share them too. 😉

Making it write


Sally, staring,
~ sitting still, silent ~
seeming shyly serene.
Silken skin sweetly shimmers,
sheen suggesting summertime sweat.
Slowly she slides ~ so slowly ~ slipping
~ speeding ~ sinking southwards ~ slumping, senseless~
seated still. Someone sees; screams seer sky.
Small scarlet splashes seep, swelling,
staining Sally’s shorts, shirt, skin,
swamping sweat, soaking seat.
Somewhere, sirens sound ~
speeding, shrieking.
Still, silent,


A double etheree this time (100% alliterated) – still playing wordgames…

©Jane Paterson Basil

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Greedy George

This is just so groovy, I need to share this treasure with others. 😉

Making it write


George gorges;
gulps gazpacho,
guzzles gingersnaps;
gives gargantuan groan…
gusts gigantic, gruesome gas…
gesticulates… grabs gut… goes green.
George gone! Graceless guests gawk, gasp, goggle,
Ghastly girlfriend gapes, gets giggles. Ghoulish.


I wrote this poem last night, for a contest which required  an etheree poem containing as much alliteration as possible. An etheree consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.

To make sure I wasn’t outdone on the alliteration count, every word begins with G. I was quite pleased with the result.

When I tried to enter the contest, I was automatically  disqualified. The contest organiser had decreed that nobody who’d won a contest on that platform in the past 90 days was eligible. I think I’ve come 1st, 2nd or 3rd on that platform eight or nine times.

I thought I’d post it here instead. 

©Jane Paterson…

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I am tired, and I am happy. I am achy and suffering my daily dose of some undetermined headache (no surprise there), and still, I am functioning, just barely. So sit with me for a moment or two my dear follower(s) and take a ride with me on today’s Delirium Train.

2:22 pm Eastern Standard Time -Decided to establish a new category tad-da titled Daily Dribble of Delirium.

2:24 pm -A question of self, How much longer can I afford (personally) of myself to live here across from these habitual Potheads aka Functioning Stoners aka Shrieking Shrikes of Shits -with all their incessant bickering, brawling, and batterings?

2:27 pm -Answer. I have survived nearly five years here with these bottom-feeding dwellers, what is another day?

A concluding thought for January 29, 2017.

Saucy strumpet
strutting in sensuous silks
scatters snippets of Sherman Sticks
to her selfish, squabbling serfs.

*Sherman stick Crack cocaine combined with marijuana in a blunt.