Not sure I've even been round to all last weeks poetry lovers yet but some lovely stuff as usual.Check the previous post again as there are a few late entries due to some totalfeckinEEjit forgetting to add them.I've had a word with myself about this and will do better in future.Mucho apologistas to all concerned.
BzzBzzzBzz, busy I am, oh !So busy and so tired.
I'm as busy as an amphetemined bee with an overactive thyroid who's had Ralgex sprayed on his danglers and offered a night with the Queen Bee if he makes 200 jars of honey before the end of the week.
Still haven't sorted the Mister Linky thang fer da Bus.Still, never mind.
Poetry Bus the mag draws ever nearer, it's shaping up before it ships out.I'm still collecting pomes but it's looking mighty fine. I'm applying for funding to the local Arts office on Friday.If that fails theres another one called Artslinks and if that fails I'm robbing the local post office. (At night so no one gets hurt and so I can redirect all my bills to a different address. Might even get a few stamps and a TV licence while I'm there)
The POETRY BUS magazine is aiming to be the second best poetry magazine in the world, so I've got to keep buzzing.My (not so) little brother Kosmo Spreadsheet is proving to be a royal pain in the arse,supervising the poetry choices but he does know what he's doing and Mrs EEjit will bash him into shape personality wise.
Meanwhile why not write a poem for next Monday's virtual Poery Bus. It's being driven by the late Ayrton Senna, so fasten your seatbelts. (Ayrton was the greatest racing driver of all and is not to be confused with Ayrton Sennapod ,who is a shit driver.)
Write about ANYTHING but if you need a prompt then empty your pockets /wallets/ purses/handbags then write a detached poem about yourself , based on your personal items, what they might say about you. Imagine if you like that you are dead and someone is building a picture profile of you from your belongings.
Go for it now my children , away with you now, buzz off, bring me poems as sweet as honey, make them the bees knees, for now I must fly, her majesty awaits. Bzz ,Bzz Bzz,............
15 comments:
I'm still chasing the Valentine bus, but looking at the lint in my pockets and thinking, thinking...
oooohhh, good one, good one. I'm on this bus. The last one I just sadly watched go by, being so lame and late as to not even attempt to flag it down, knowing I hadn't a syllable on me for a ticket nor any idea how to get one.
whats she gots in her pocketsesss...
yipeeeee!!! yay!.. woop woop!... brillo.. etc etc!
I was just thinking what a fantastically creative, supportive, inspiring place the blog world is (you included).. it's fecking great! :-) I've got my ticket.. think i'm gonna use it... for de bus like! (tracey chapman.. song thing)cheers!
Empty my handbag?! What are you looking for, "Paradise Lost"?
Nevertheless, I'll search around it for a ticket. Take me to Monday to find one...
Like your electrifying photo!
Looking forward to this one, Mr. King Bee... and I just discovered that I am NOT sesquipedalophobic!
This delightfully daft post is just what I need to chase away the 'snow blues' - yes, we are under snow once more. My poor little snowdrops are buried - they're real snowdrops. Don't work too hard and be kind to Kosmo if he's that good. See you Monday if we're not snowed in or under.
Eej - please spare a moment from your frantic honey-making to pop over and tell me what you call small watercourses in Eire (no naughty suggestions please!) we call a stream a beck here but some US readers didn't know the word so I am compiling a list of all the words into a wordle for tomorrow - would love some Irish ones if you have time.
Shall write an Obit poem for the bus - bit scared of riding with old AS though - shall have to keep my eyes closed.
I like this challenge. I usually have a thousand tissues in my purse (bag, to you), but I can definitely stretch to this. I may make it an entire room however.
And no, you haven't visited me in AGES! (Didn't read my v-day poem, did ya?)
Count me in! What's this about the Poetry Bus mag being second best? It'll be the BEST, dya hear? THE BEST!
Hey TFE... I just took my seat on the Poetry Bus, a bit early, but this head cold is slowly taking over, and I thought it would be best if I posted now before my mind becomes completely clouded. Have a great weekend!
Oh... it's on this blog: http://Revolutionaryrevelry.blogspot.com
On the bus. On the bus. On the bus already!Pockets full of rhyme...
http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com
Can't seem to contain myself till Mondays (maybe I don't like them...). Poem up just now - here.
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Sorry I haven't made it for a while - and now I have got to the stop, it looks like I'll have to wait for the next!
Poem for the Bus written and posted:
http://dominicrivron.blogspot.com/2010/02/exhibit.html.
It sort of sprung from the prompt - in a perverse way!
I'm late but I'm on board! Didn't think I was going to make it there for a while!
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