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Senryu : blush

blush to admit it at the least provocation my thoughts turn to you senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere Today in color Your world is “blush pink”, hence the poem. Ok, I meant to do a […]

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Tanka : boots

give me all your best
no lies, don’t be a-messin’
something you call love
keep playing, we’ll be burning
these boots were made for falling

tanka by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

Mandibelle16 challenged us to create something using Nancy Sinatra’s These Boots Were Made For Walking.  I loved that song as a teenager — still love it.  The whole tough chick story is cool.  But I am also a romantic  so this is the sequel because she found “a brand new box of matches.”

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Senryu : tea

sit still a moment
good friends share the zen of tea
quiet your mind’s noise

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

Sometimes slowing down allows something special to happen.

Strawberry & Cream Pockets

Today Tammy and I met near Prep & Pastries to go geocaching.  I thought P&P

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Senryu : kissing booth

A nickel a kiss green monster gnashes his teeth I think I will pass senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere       References: February 18: Forest Green Color your World Challenge Tourmaline second life photo […]

Senryu : widget

What is a widget?
It is a thing-a-ma-jig
huh.  throws my hands up

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

One of the Wordcamp workshops  talked about the next version of WordPress called Gutenberg.  Luckily they said the themes will still work in the new

Senryu : words

tapping on keyboards
words tumble forth, spilling out
meaning cracked open

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

I am at Wordcamp Phoenix at the moment. Since Phoenix is so close and the $40 fee is for Friday & Saturday with lunches paid, I thought it might be interesting to

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Senryu : Miss Manners, another cracked tale

writing Miss Manners
“May a lady stab her date?”
pop, pop went their guns

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

We had a lovely dance at the ball. He was charming. When my coachman was not waiting to take me home as I expected, he respectfully offered me a ride. With the rain pouring down I accepted gratefully.

I do my best to be polite, demure and sweet. I read the ladies’ magazines avidly following their advice on manners. But when a so-called gentleman slides next to you and proceeds to put his hands around my neck, I don’t wait to find out if he is after my diamond choker or my virtue. I