Kerfuffle Komics: Illusion…

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Words: Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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In the moment I erect deep thought
I lose the height of fantasy
And toy with the realm of illusion

W3 Prompt #24: The Real Reason She Dumped His Ass, On A Really Hot Day At The Beach…

The Real Reason She Dumped His Ass, On A Really Hot Day At The Beach

He takes big gulps to quench his thirst !
Too fast, it hurts !
Don't want to choke !
Or provoke stroke !

You're such a hypochondriac !
Could cause cardiac...
...Arrest ? Think not.
Or a blood clot !

I'm just drinking.
Overthinking !
That's what I do.
I'm through with you.

If you would like to give it a go:

My poem was written following these rules:

Option #1: Write a ‘Minute Poem’

  • Narrative poetry—Tell a story in real time of a minute;  
  • A 12 line poem comprised of 3 quatrains (3 stanzas of 4 lines); 
  • Syllabic: The first line of each stanza has 8 syllables. The following 3 lines in each stanza have 4 syllables; 
  • Rhyming: aabb ccdd eeff; 
  • Poem illustrates an event in real time of 60 seconds;
  • A light hearted form of poetry that suits humorous verse. 

Swimming against the tide…


A Nonce Style poem, is a poem that doesn’t already exist. These are my rules for The Snyder Nonce.

six syllables in the title of the poem and ten syllables per line for the first four lines, the poem is 11 lines long and the 2nd and 10th line are the same. Lines 3-8 have a rhyme scheme of ababaa


She swam against the tide that was too strong
Found herself nearly drowned in the process
He told her to continue to hold on
She could barely grab a hold of his hand
Her sullen expression, was a bit withdrawn
He pushed himself through no man's land
Refusing to let Satan collect his pawn
Refusing to let her feelings be forgone
They both went under yet hand in hand
Found herself nearly drowned in the process
But the power of faith washed them ashore, to live another day once more

**My wife has been spiraling, our term for when her bi-polar disorder and my anxiety/depression are way out of control. At the moment, I thank God that I am currently feet firmly planted under a ray of sunshine, not a dark cloud in sight. She has been stressed immensely as of late coming from a lot of different angles. She had urges to cut herself, but has not acted upon them. I don't want to have to admit her for the third time in 12 years, so I am praying that she somehow finds an opportunity to step into the light.**

Chaos & DISorder…

Stop look and listen
she's on a mission
full steam ahead
like a time bomb ticking
he waits and waits
he's got his head on straight
hoping and praying that
it isn't too late
she's got two feet forward
one slams on the break
her mistakes and mistakes
he tries in vain
to keep up with the train
their baggage claim
drives them insane
or maybe in vain
attempts to keep the chaos stable
never giving up
cause they are willing and able
Chaos & DISorder by DJ Master D Squared

Paint Chip Poetry — No Love for Fatties

A creative poetry series! This series is pretty simple, I post 4 colours of paint with their names and I use those names in a poem. I decided to add two extra rules for myself. First, if there are more than two words, I keep them together, only allowing punctuation to separate the words. And […]

Paint Chip Poetry — No Love for Fatties

I have been following this blogger and I tried my hand at the above. I was unable to come up with a poem so I wrote a story because you had to use the two words together in such a way. This is my little story:

And our top story at 10, State Representative Mark Green has been found guilty of murder and faces the electric chair.
There is a crowd of people outside shouting “Free Green!!!”
His wife lily, pads out the story otherwise, it was his sister Melinda Green,
Bank that bit of knowledge in your head…he murdered his own sister! To him it was a walk in the park. Picnic anyone says Melinda with Glee…Free him ? No fry that piece of chicken shit!

Same Old, same old…

The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba.

This is a very challenging poem to write, unlike my friend Willow I didn’t cheat 😉😁. Just another poem on my ongoing battle with the up’s & mostly downs (but not in numbers) of my trying to be fit and healthy trek.

He has fallen
Anger, temper, bluster
his expression is depression
See so many stares of denigration
looked at, laughed at, back chat, feeling like an ass hat
His expression is elation
with a hopeful glimmer
he has risen
with honor