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ConnectHook Apr 24
Hark—nightingales sing songs of dawning spring.
The flitting bluejays banter in the trees.
A sparrow greets a dove, and both take wing,
While robins fight with cardinals. The breeze
Bears on its unseen currents feathered tribes:
The nutfinch mothers feed their new-hatched flocks.
Now crows appear: dark jesters squawking jibes;
The swooping blackbirds protest preying hawks . . .

Strangely, some younger birds attempt to moult
Confused in youthful avian revolt,
And cast off gender; ***** attempt to nest.
Chickadees chirp, proclaiming they are cats
And other fowl identify as bats.
(Their madness serves to entertain the rest.)
PROMPT #23
Birdsong is all around us – even in cities,
there are sparrows chirping, starlings making a racket.
And it’s hardly surprising that birdsong has inspired poets.
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem
that focuses on birdsong.
ConnectHook Apr 22
As the second hand slips
When you’re coming to grips
In a thrilling ecstatic last gasp,
The spasms are treasured,
The nerve-endings pleasured—
An easy, yet hard thing to grasp.

If only the wife
Could surpass this in life;
Transcending mere conjugal motion:
This private emergency;
Slippery urgency,
Panting in private devotion.

On the hot stroke of one
It’s a second to none
Passing minutes on high alert.
When all prudery ceases,
The tension releases:
Alone, as you ready to—
PROMPT #22:
write a poem about something you’ve done
that gave you a kind of satisfaction,
and perhaps still does.
ConnectHook Apr 22
That Japanese thing about ants:
Yoko Ono (but worse) at first glance,
Is an improvisation
Producing frustration
In readers, when given a chance…


I was hoping to find a bit more
In Sawako’s ridiculous Score;
But her total is zero,
This scribbling hero—
Her poem was truly a bore.
PROMPT #21:
Sawako Nakayasu’s poem 'Improvisational Score' is a rather surreal prose poem describing an imaginary musical piece that proceeds in a very unmusical way.

https://poets.org/poem/improvisational-score
ConnectHook Apr 19
Oh I lost it all, that Chinese hedge fund girl—
Yes I lost it all, **** Chinese hedge fund girl.
She done me bad, Lord this oyster lost its pearl...

My hedge fund investor— oh she done me wrong.
Said that hedge funds advisor— Lord she done me wrong.
Closed my accounts; and escaped to Hong Kong...

She took all my money, repossessed my Lexus too.
Stole all my wealth, repossessed my Lexus too.
My levee is broke—know what I have to do...

    Lord she ruined my credit—
    I lost my four homes,
    My trusted bank manager
    Won't approve me no loans—

Summer home in the Hamptons: you know she stole the deed.
Summer cottage in the Hamptons, yes she stole the deed...
Oh that hedge fund manger— I'm gonna make her bleed !

   Going to fly to Hong Kong, Lord I'll hunt that woman down.
   That female funds advisor ain't nothing but a clown;
   I'm going to Kung Pao her Mu Shu, with some poison on the side;
   That Chinese hedge funds manager—Gonna take her for a ride.


Gonna drive to the ocean, dump her body in the sea.
Yes I'll drive to the ocean, throw her body in the sea;
No Chinese hedge fund manager make a monkey out of me...

I'm going back to Newport, gonna polish up my yacht.
Think I'll go back to Newport, shine that finish on my yacht...
Then escape to Bermuda—Lord knows I won't get caught.
PROMPT 19:
write your own poem that tells a story in the style of a blues song
ConnectHook Apr 18
Lo, I reign—a dubious ******;
Yawning, gaping, where I bear
A Tree of Life, whose buds now burgeon
Under the target that I wear.

Charity strikes a shocking pose
Displayed upon my regal chair:
A throne where what is hidden shows
Within my book of common prayer.

A Catholic joke both strange and lewd?
Perhaps. Yet still, I make you stare…
Such charity seems rather crude
Considering what I’ve got down there.
Got 2 C it 2 B leave it:
https://connecthook.net/2025/04/18/strange-charity/
ConnectHook Apr 18
Today we celebrate inclusive spirituality. Very soon, citizens of many nations will join together to affirm light and love as candles of devotion are lit in sacred spaces. On this day, the blessings of family and friendship are recognized among all races and faiths. Humankind lifts its collective soul to the universe, spreading light and positivity to all people everywhere. United in love, we envision and create a future of harmonious vibrations, firmly-grounded in the illuminating truth that there are many paths to spirituality and all seekers of spiritual Wisdom find her in the end. Whatever is true for you is real.
Today is an important day for ALL faiths, all contemplative souls seeking Unity through intentionality, centered mindfulness and meditation.

On this and every day, those who passively ignore or actively reject the lordship of Christ will believe all kinds of similar crazy lies…
You observe days and months
and seasons and years.
I am afraid for you,
lest I have labored for you in vain.
Galatians 4:10,11
ConnectHook Apr 16
Take a harp, go about the city,
You forgotten harlot;
Make sweet melody, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered
.
                                    Isaiah 23:16

In the boogie-woogie brothel
The clients enjoy
A devilish syncopation
Wherein ragtime revel
(hops/barley/sugarcane/rye/ginever)
Reveals base barbecue of ******* beats:
Dixieland, jazz blues, doo-***, tinpan cakewalk,
psychobilly, funkafied filth, the Charleston . . .

Smoke-filled music overflows the saloon;
(tobacco/cannabis/poppy/psilocybin/crystallized coca rock)
brings a sparkle to the eyes
and red laser pointers
to the PowerPoint™ screen
of Lucifer’s marketing and sales division:

murmur murmur how can we market
this **** tree in the middle of the garden, huh?
—what, the Knowledge of Good and Evil?
people don’t need trees like that anymore;
they want extreme trees—
they want ****, they want antisocial . . .
—yeah but how are we gonna SELL it?
  —well, were there not TWO trees ?
cut one down and sell the other
!
murmur murmur murmur

The marketing minions wrangle
Over Satan’s next big thing.
The ebony Tree of Life sits sullen and angry.
Her regal Afrolinguistic foliage be like:

Ima *** PAID fo MY hustle—
Cuz girls is playaz too
.
PROMPT #16:  write a poem that imposes
a particular song on a place.
Describe the interaction between the place
and the music using references to a plant
and, if possible, incorporate a quotation –  
a piece of everyday, overheard language.
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