The Friday Fling Goes Camping!
Friday Fling #189 July 20th 2012
This past week on the CPC we’ve been to the beach and to the carnival. Now it’s time to go…camping!
Some people love camping. Some people hate it. How do you feel about it, and/or what camping experiences have you had?
How about writing a poem about camping, perhaps as a…Nonet? ShadowPoetry.com notes that this format
has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
line 1 – 9 syllables
line 2 – 8 syllables
line 3 – 7 syllables
line 4 – 6 syllables
line 5 – 5 syllables
line 6 – 4 syllables
line 7 – 3 syllables
line 8 – 2 syllables
line 9 – 1 syllable
Here’s an example I wrote for this challenge:
Many people like to go camping.
Summertime draws folks out of doors.
Pitch a tent, build a campfire;
roast your dinner tonight,
smores for dessert.
Telling stories.
Together.
Oh what
fun!
This week the Friday Fling tells camping tales around the campfire in no-nonsense Nonets!
Be sure to save time to read and comment sensibly on your fellow Pals’ Noneticisms. Also click on the heart at the top of this blog if you like this challenge. Then go camping, or something – this weekend!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for July 13th
Congratulations Lori!
Welcome everyone to the Friday Fling’s summer camping trip! Memories, fantasies, contemporaries – anything camping, preferably in the Nonet format! Pull up a sleeping bag, gather around the campfire and share your camping-related poetry with the rest of the gang!
So I did up the one I wrote for the intro. I know the pic is a bit bizarre, probably computer-generated. I never went camping with someone who wore a full length brown robe and carried a long herding staff or whatever that is. It was the best camping image I could find on Photobucket at the time LOL
I goofed up and started out with a 10 syllable line on both my poems so it is more like a reversed Etheree. Go by Bob’s poem to write a Nonnet and not mine. LOL
By Sonnet Diva! Thanks so much for your contribution to the Friday Fling! :love:
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Spooky tales told round the campfire
Delight the young with desire
There’s nothing like being scared
Experience you shared
Campfire so bright
Dark spooky night
Telling tales
Together
Scary
Boo
LOL.. i had to write to this pic (((Bob))) it cracked me up!
another reversed Etheree by accident! 😯 :entertained:
Congratulations, Sonnet Diva on the fickle finger award! :love:
Congratulatino Lori on Friday Flickel Finger Award … :love:
Michelle’s eerie Eerehte inspired me to do another Nonet.
Not quite the Nonet are on campin but sum what close maybe any way will be back wit sum sum later …. Hugs
~^~
Writin a nonet I have tried this a few times
Some times got them right most times
Try to hard got them wrong as grass
But tried them any ole ways
Had one wrote fer ta night
Me niece deleted it so
This is just a write to
Post fer the now
Nonet
Written By: Bettie Davis ————— (C) July 19 , 2o12
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CAMPING OUT BY THE LAKE SIDE
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Champing out on a moonlight night bright
Me and my honey nuzzled up so tight
Sleepin bads zippers on the side
Dont let the bed bugs bite
Scare I might would be
But close to baby
Hugged up tight
Not tonight
Be
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————— © July 2o , 2o12
Hiking
~~~
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
I wonder if we will spot one,
While a hiking we will go
In the cool, thick forest
No humans around
And only us
under the
ledges
deep
~~
Michelle R King
07-20-12
Camping was always such a lot of fun as we were growing up. Wonderful summertime blog and challenge and awesome pieces posted.
And Congratulations to Lori!
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WITHIN THE GLOW
Another fun-filled two weeks at camp,
sunburns, freckles and friendships made;
singing around the campfire,
flames reaching to the sky,
coyotes howling,
silence broken,
as embers
slowly
fade.
(c) barbara kausteklis 7-20-12
(photo and words)
All such beautiful pieces posted. I’ll be back later on to comment on all. Big Hugs. ~barb~
THREE WISE MEN
Three men sittin by the campfire wondering
Just where they might be profound lost
In a hurry to sit up camp fire
They did git a bit lost
Silently they be still
Another walked
Up see thee
Lost be
Found
Written By: Bettie Davis