this cookie crumbles and seduces my taste buds, begging me for more
This American sentence shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – monostich
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Time Masters Call – 4th April 2025
Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – free verse and inspired/paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
23rd Jan 2026 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #211 – Night and Day
With you, I find myself wishing;
everywhere I look
…all I see are clocks…
…tick, tick, ticking…
Both feet rarely grounded,
but six-thirty,
twice a day, at time masters call.
Fill my hourglass with molasses
because I cannot make it stick;
make the drips slow and sweet…
tick, tick, ticking…
Later;
The world entirely changed;
a rose garden under concrete
pillars that hide the sky.
Redded hands,
strawberry smears or bloodied
stings of sweat and toil?
With you, I find myself wishing;
twice a day, at time masters call;
at these intersections,
…all I see are clocks…
…tick, tick, ticking…
This Day Wants You – 3rd April 2025
All the parachutes of fire,
Paper tears, small joys shredded,
Rains down so sweet.
I laughed and said,
‘Love the only possible end’;
Terrified of not loving again;
How long do we have each other?
I mean, why is no one talking about this?
Regrets are shivering in the wind,
Down to this day, today, wanting you.
An acrostic poem for Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – acrostic and also a kind of erasure poem mixed with a cento as almost everything is paraphrased from sections of other poems that were posted here at Tiny Hearts
Attitude Is… – 2nd April 2025
Ready for the rain
Ready for the sun
Attitude is everything
With only three ideas
All of them – you
I am all I have
My soul unfinished
Half-bad ain’t half bad
There’s no one left to say
Looking further out
Looking further in
Attitude is everything
All images from the awesome m_d_n_f_ Instagram page – click on the images to go there and discover more.
Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – renewal
The Lowest Form – 1st April 2025
The limerick that schools
Upon this day of fools
Written with ease
I do as I please
Regardless of the rules
A poetry most base
Rhyming with lack of grace
These words I write
May just ignite
To blow up in my face
Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – limerick
I think I associate limericks with childhood and uncouth rhyme. I also find it one of the easiest forms to write, perhaps because the rhythm is so familiar. Anyway, that’s why I consider limericks the ‘lowest form’ of poetry!
These Schisms – 31st March 2025
*Things that are far away look like promises,
things that are near look like apologies.*
There is no doubt for the doubting Thomases
who misunderstood their psychologies
The nearer you come the further you appear,
a hall of mirrors shattered by these prisms
Bow down to the belief that all now revere;
there is no way to restore these schisms
*quoted from Philip Traylen here
11th Apr 2025 – Shared with dVerse OLN to see if this one might get some more love.
Our Madness – 30th March 2025
Always
Never again
We promise we will learn
To not repeat the same mistakes
But another day, another dollar
We go blindly rushing forward
Til we are reminded
Of our madness
Always
A rictameter. Starting your first line with a two-syllable word, you then consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2, making the final line the same two-syllable word you began with.
Magic Fish – 29th March 2025
The magic fish says ‘You got me again,
Throw me back, I’ll give you another wish’
And though none of the wishes come true
What kind of life, being a talking fish?
Loneliness will rise with the moons
Whilst a love is hidden deep within
A game played again on merry tides
Each morning the fish and fisherman begin
Inspired and paraphrased from this comic strip at oglaf.com
To Be Sure – 28th March 2025
Oh, funny little man
sat here forevermore,
curious of my plan,
to be sure, to be sure.
A question to all comers
over the bridge, explore
through winters and summers,
to be sure, to be sure.
The old and defeated
are curious no more,
their lifetime completed,
to be sure, to be sure.
Shared with What do you see # 281 picture prompt
Six O’Clock Shadows – 27th March 2025
The six o’clock news hums in the background
With miles of numbers and a ton of stats
Warheads are piling up like forgotten debts
No need to worry ’bout the crime and the rats
I should be talking to someone who laughs
It’s a paranoid mile of fear in my eyes
Scared faces stop me from talking to girls
While a billion Chinese are stuck in overdrive
Those billions of people I will never meet
I clean my room and stare at the ceiling
World War Three stares right back at me
And the six o’clock news knows how I’m feeling
I took the lyrics from the Minutemen’s Paranoid Chant and asked AI to rearrange them into another poem and after some revision, it spat out some interesting non-rhyming phrases and I then mixed in the original with this to come up with this new poem. The theme is the same as the original and considering it is from 40 years ago, sadly still relevant.
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