Dear Gentle Reader,It's 3WW CLXVI time, again.
After the car accident that was my first entry (from a following the rules and staying within the parameters perspective), I'm back.
(Run your mouse over the picture to know how I feel...)
This week (CXLIV) the words are fondle, kick, and sumptuous.
I'll try to use the right words this time...
Further, each haiku gets its very own American sentence title.
Much money changed hands so he could wholly possess this fresh, young beauty...He fondled her headshe smiled, spun, tried to kick, run;sumptuous new colt
found abandoned in back alley; too many hearts were broken that dayFoundling's heart, fondledsqueezed, shocked by sumptuous tools--still. Did not kick-start.
When the sweet end is oh-so-close and the chef is primed with spice, food, wine...quick fondle, with tonguesticky kitchen licks for kickssumptuous batter
Tschuess,
Chris
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And you've out-done yourself with this batch. Great visual images pop and dazzle as you read. What did you have for dinner?
You've retrieved some great haiku from your crash ;-)
Horse Whisperers and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance lead to the Zen of Pastry Chef.
No ordinary 3WW. For you, haiku times two.
I assumed that number two was referring to a foundling motorcycle or go-kart from the junk yard. Usually newborn babies are spanked, not kicked, to start them breathing.
I liked them all, especially the double-entendre of the third, but I'm not sure I want to eat anything cooked in your kitchen...
You didn't lose your touch at all in round two...and that's a very lovely shoe, by the way. :~)
I assume you got re-stuffed: these are very fine, particularly all the stickiness of the middle line of numero tres. Bon appetit.
Nice set of Haikus!
Dear ThomG,
Spicy Yunnanese cuisine. Come visit and try some!
Dear Anthony North,
Cheers!
Dear MichaelO,
Thanks. I meant to include "Come on in my Kitchen" by Michael Orzek as my tune of the day... you might know it... but I mis-typed it with 'into' instead of 'in'; my iTunes refused to recognize it and I had a tight deadline of getting the post out... so Victor Scott was what I went with instead.
Dear Teresa,
It was. Then it switched to a baby in ER. Now it is back to the bike. If you picked up the lycanthropic transformer's null state then I am happy and will keep it that way. :)
I hear you regarding the third.
But are you sure you don't want my homemade crème brulée?
It takes three days to make.
I made litres and litres of the stuff to perfect it... (and I wonder where my belly came from...)
Dear Sweetest in the Gale,
Why thank you so very much. I was full of chagrin at having correctly copied the words, only to substitute an absolute alien, that the chagrin overwhelmed my sense of location. Next thing I knew, bamm.
Only the shoe remained.
Dear Murat,
the third haiku's dancing 7 syllable line came out in a panting rhythm, as so many of your lines burst into my head. I have been meaning to give free reign to some of those rhythms, though it is hard to do in 21 syllables, after reading so many wonderful verses on your pages.
Dear Just Someone,
Thank you very much.
Tschuess all,
Chris
I'm gonna worry about you!
Fortunately the accident left your pow-etry intact.
Nihau & Aloha, Dear Friend!
Comfort Spiral
the humor is a toss up between the titles and the actual haikus.
I don't care what the other commenters think about your cooking... the third one was just plain sexy.
I liked the way I thought of different objects with the same word... I know, that's the point of entendre, but the foundling ending with kickstart made me think of one of those motorcycles that looks all used up but almost begs for TLC, and the right enthusiast saves and restores it... or it could have been about xomething other than motorcycles... I'm not a poet. But I enjoyed these. It's late. I like vodka. I'll stop.
Some sumptuous advice:
Those who can't dance can still kick;
Don't fondle cobras.
(I know I know. Puctuation in a haiku? It simply isn't done. I told you, haikus and I eye each other warily, across the room.)
Homemade creme brulee? Litres and litres of it? Producing protruding bellies? I think I'll pass...
I am not really a fan of liposuction, performed by coral or by physicians.
I am sure Pommes enjoys it. Perhaps that is why he is such a well-nourished specimen of feline form.
Dear Chris,
I am certain that Mr. Orzek would be honoured to hear of your consideration. Perhaps a future culinary haiku would make due?
Just the same, I enjoyed the Victor Scott offering!
I like the first one best this time.
Dear Cloudia,
I need all the worrying I can get. :)
I am so glad that you found a wow, factor. Or are you referring to the wow in uneven wood which has not dried well... which is then of no use, or of diminished value.
No, you would never say something like that; I will gracefully accept the compliment. Thanks.
Dear Pegjet Peggy,
Ohmygoodness. You liked these so much that you decided to follow?!
Wow. I don't really know what to say, except, in the sultriest voice I can muster...
quick fondle, with tongue
sticky kitchen licks for kicks
sumptuous batter
as many times as you care to listen.
:)
A Finnish friend of mine gave me some stone glasses (suitable for the freezer, neh?) which are only for vodka, he tells me, and only for good vodka.
I was skeptical, but they really do improve the experience. I highly recommend them.
And I am utterly delighted that you liked the haiku and the titles so much.
Over the moon.
Thank you so much for your compliments.
Dear Fireblossom,
You and I might disagree on the pronunciation of sumptuous (I give it three syllables; to me the second syllable, though significantly swallowed still exists, and I am dogmatic about my syllable count in English language haikus), but that is minor.
But we can both agree (I hope) that your extemporaneous haiku is both fun, and very sage advice.
With referential shades of early Bill Cosby, right... (snakes... feet... sneakers...) It should be taught in schools from Taipei to India. I hope the cost of learning that wisdom, that sumptuous advice, was not too high...
And punctuation in a haiku? No problem. No prohibitions on that at all. The only prohibition I can think of would be more than one sentence in an American Sentence... as that would rather defeat the purpose...
:)
Tschuess,
Chris
Dear Teresa,
I'll make it for you anyway.
Not litres and litres, of course. I only did that in the beginning to master the various stages of production.
But Pommes being well-nourished...
Sheesh.
Get thee to a nunnery!
He is simply big-boned...
...you sound like his vet!
:)
Dear MichaelO,
We'll see what can be done. We'll see what can be done.
And, I admit that I quite enjoy Victor Scott. He has an incredibly diverse musical range, which I am sure frustrated his attempts to mass market himself. But he really is fantastic, I think.
I had to pull the car over when I heard "Gotta Go" on the radio... (CBC in Canada)... the problem was, I was on a bridge in rush hour.
Dear Angel,
I am delighted that you came by to read and left me a message. That haiku was the Athena in today's bunch in that she sprung forth from my forehead, fully formed.
Tschuess all,
Chris
OH yes, this is much better, and the visuals you have provided are fantastic!
http://wordvamp.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/kids-you-gotta-love-em/
The third one makes me want to get in the kitchen. Mmm....
Dear Chris
Guess it's a good thing you didn't hear the song "Gotta Go" when you were balancing on your bike in front of the terrifying snake all those many years ago. If it makes you stop traffic in rush hour! No wonder you had the stuffing knocked out of you!
I so do NOT do the nun thing.
By the way, what are these "American sentences" with which you begin each haiku? Is that some kind of cultural slur? Many of them seem to be fragments or run-on sentences or other grammatical errors.
And, Sir Hagrid, I believe that Pommes is slightly MORE than big-boned. I suspect it's from too many bribes to keep him from clawing your legs. I could always check with my brother the vet ... if you wanted a second opinion. Or my uncle the vet, but my uncle's specialty is bovine medicine, and I don't think Pommes is that much of a giant!
Teresa
These are brilliant. Especially coupled with the American Sentence titles.
Well done...
And thanks for your visit!
Dear wordvamp,
:) I am pleased that you are pleased.
Dear Ann,
I can bring you some snacks to your Djinn's bottle...
Dear Teresa,
lol to both the nunnery conclusion and to the slur re American Sentences. I am still chuckling.
But, Hagrid? It is coal for you for Christmas!
Or, worse, hairy crabs in your stockings!
Big boned... we don't have to take this, do we Pommes...
*imperiously flounces back stage*
Dear Mark,
Thanks for coming on by!
Tschuess,
Chris
Coal for Christmas??? Well, that explains the travel, the belly, the wicked sense of humor, the need to hide your face in all pictures, the long hair, and Pommes' secret factories in the apartment. I assume, Kris (oops! I mean Chris) that Pommes is your chief elf. I guess with global warming the workshops at the North Pole got flooded and you needed a place with really tall buildings and access to cheap toys...
So where do you keep Rudolph and the other reindeer? On Mt. Everest???
I really have been a good girl this year. I just like to tease people. None of it is malicious...
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