[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

Sharon

I could probably update once a day. I'm a workin' stiff, and my office doesn't include an internet connection.

[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

Hmmm. posted this earlier, but it seems to have disappeared!


Series 1

[Sharon Passmore]

Yes, Jerry, I moved it up to the first post.

[Rose Kelleher]

C'mon, somebody extend Series 1. I don't want to extend my own pitcher.

So what's the procedure for writing poultry to go along with the pitchers? Does it have to be haiku? I'm not eager to see another typical fight over what constitutes haiku (types like me, who learned it was 5/7/5 syllables in seventh grade, vs. the "I studied in Japan and channel Basho" types who never explain what the rules are but are always eager to point out that your haiku isn't a haiku). Can we each choose our own form?

How about I start the ball rolling with one that's so easy to top, it'll encourage further entries? (See, I'm thinking of the greater good...)

Series 1, 1st pic:

The rules for haiku? Why ever should I know?
I'm merely a luminous blue-faced albino
who's taking my friend for some ferris wheel fun
in the eye-frying light of a nuclear sun.


[This message has been edited by Rose Kelleher (edited April 23, 2004).]

[Sharon Passmore]

LOL Rose!

Your poem will go up shortly.

Jerry? Jerry? Check your PM box for the latest update.

[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

It's updated, though the formatting of the text is different. It's difficult from a PM. *grin*

[Robt_Ward]

...and out of the eye-frying light of the nuclear sun
she emerges magenta and purple, tormented by fear,
clasping her child, waving a totemic wand,
hoping (but is there hope?) the End is Near...

[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

yes, near's the end for those once fair of face
whose egos grew, but fast led to abasement;
for just before their atomic fall from grace
pride permitted them to grow complacent.




[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited April 27, 2004).]

[Kathy Gay]

Pride permitted them to grow complacent
and everyone's spirits were in the basement
with eyes fried crispy and their food used up,
they thanked the Gods for the jug of catsup.

(I am so, so, sorry...lol)

Kathy

[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

(I am so, so, sorry...lol)

You should be. Now we have to ask Rose to put a bottle of catsup in the final image of the series.



[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited April 28, 2004).]