The Friday Fling Features Fables and Free Forms About Friday!
Friday Fling #245 for August 16th 2013
Years ago, the Friday Fling began as a way to unwind
from the workweek and offer a writing party atmosphere.
We also liked to introduce writers to the different forms of poetry.
So now, in the dog days of August,
we’re getting back to our Friday Flingish roots with a theme of …Friday!
What’s good and/or not so much about Fridays?
We’re in an alliterrative mood again,
which means we recommend you do your Friday write as a …Fable, or Free Form, the two F formats.
As ShadowPoetry.com notes, A Fable is:
a poetic story composed in verse or prose with a moral summed up at the end.
Usually using animals as characters to teach a valuable lesson.
Here’s an example they offer:
the little flea i spied a little flea jumping here and there i turned green with envy despite it had no hair this flea was free to go where it desired and me, i had no strength Lord i was so tired he hopped into a patch of St. Patrick's clover that's when i realized his little life was over he jumped onto a dog playing in the patch on the dog was a collar no flea could live or hatch be careful where you jump that hop may be your last don't envy little green fleas your future's not your past Copyright © 2003 Terri Anthony
This week the Friday Fling Features Fables And Free Forms Favoring Friday!
Be sure to save some time to read
and comment eFFectively on your Fellow Pals’ poetic conFections.
Then go enjoy a Friggin’ Fabulous Weekend!
Welcome to the Friday Fling’s Friday Fling with Fables and Freeform! Pull up a moral and see what your muse has to say about Friday lore. Oh and please click on the number beside the heart at the top of the blog so we know you are here and hopefully enjoying yourself. 😀 Thanks!
A FABLE FOR FELINES AND FRIENDS
There once was a feline named Friday
who ended each week with a bang.
He’d sneer at some dog in a wry way
When attacked, he would sink in a fang.
One Friday the feline in question
provoked a huge shepherd named Max
Soon Friday had nasty wounds festerin’
On his back were some deep shepherd tracks.
The moral is found in no cat-a-log,
but is nonetheless important for all.
Deliberately annoy big bad dogs,
you could be lucky if you can still crawl.
Copyright August 15th 2013 RGD
THE LOVER OF MY DREAMS
~^~
If only he knew are only could see
The dream I had could so come true to day
Oh how I wish he would see the me
But his eyes are blind and want say
If only he would just be here today
Dreams of my dreams always the dream
Is it just me and all that it seemed?
Oh at last thats in the past
Yet sometimes it seems as if I am not here
I wanted it to last
It is only me and my dreams that I feared
Yet it would be so wonderiful if he were near
Never the less I will but always keep his memory
I see but dont wanna see
If only here is my crazy mind
This waz then and that waz long ago
Yet I still seek to find
And the love that I have for him still grow
It is all I will ever know
The life that I dream waz for a princess and he waz my prince
He move on with him life and I have never since
~^~
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————– © August 15 , 2o13
BIRD ARE PREY
^
Pretty brown and so furry
It seems a bit in a hurry
Take a walk
But do not stalk
Are the what not
Yet do chose a chosen spot
Dont be a spy you
All birds a prey may pass by you
Dip and so die
Long live the butterfly
^
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————— © August 16 , 2o13
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FREDDY FERRET’S FRIDAY FUN
It was Friday and Freddy Ferret
had had a really long week
doing what ferrets do;
he’d had quite enough
of that
whatever it was
that he did
and that was that.
So he packed up the family
and hopped upon the train
for a weekend adventure
out of town
and out of the rain
as he exclaimed,
“We’ve made it to Friday,
our sanity intact,
time for kickin’ back,
time to relax.
Let’s fire up the barby
and forget about the week
all the chaos around us
and the news on tv.”
He turned his attention
away from the commute
and the weekly grind
and just had some fun
for a change and a hoot.
They hopped on the train,
Freddy and the Fam,
to a destination unknown
to us but anticipated by them.
And they had a lot of fun
doing whatever ferret families do,
and came back to the city
on Sunday afternoon,
refreshed and rejuvenated
when the weekend was through
all rested up for the week ahead
to do again what ferrets do,
definitely a good example
of Friday and weekend fun
for me and you.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-16-13
OPEN SKIES
*
They all clapped with open hands
Happy to be on new land
And very willin to take a stand
Dirt and branches they did crawls
As they wondered from the mountains wall
And the thunder blots did so fall
*
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————- © August 16 , 2o13