
Hayy Youu
Henrietta had a haystack on which she sat haughty
Alexeev Awestruck aimed a notion nice&naughty–o
Yarrowstalks revealed nothing telling minds nor menu
Yet yesterlings said Yes to yield an alphabetic Gen U

Hayy Youu
Henrietta had a haystack on which she sat haughty
Alexeev Awestruck aimed a notion nice&naughty–o
Yarrowstalks revealed nothing telling minds nor menu
Yet yesterlings said Yes to yield an alphabetic Gen U
summa: highest.
where: location.

summa where
syncopation steals the show
understanding helps us though
making waves from there to here
molding vision not to veer
apex when we persevere
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Afterword: I continue to struggle to regain my footing, both with drawing and with acrostic poetry composition. The late comic-book writer Denny O’Neil wrote a feature in some comics called “From the Den” and he always ended the column with the fine two-word mantra “Perseverance furthers.” Here’s to that sentiment, and to Mr. O’Neil’s spirit.

Comes to fun and pitching woo
Only Donna Sue will do.
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Acrostic enhancement:
Good Show
Glide–no fuss
Odd-nice hush
O that we coo
Dig what we know

Once I drew every day. I have lost my way but might find it back. Here is a try.
grid iron
greetings, salutations, hi
rite this whey & G_d nose why–yer
individualists flo
dansons mais oui regardez non
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Many flaws, but Inertia is well broken.
bless the children and protect them
and curse who practices pædophilia
deliver the innocent from such a demon
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banish to prison or to mausoleum
all enablers of the killers of innocence
denounce and punish such vermin
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build healthy nests for tomorrow
restore trust in media
instill decency
generate utopian
homes and forego
totalitarian sorrow

My phone’s Camera has photoediting tools and among them is a nifty enhancer called Portrait Blur. It sharpens the focus on the focal point you choose and the further away from the focal point you get the more automatic blurring takes place.
This gave me an idea for an acrostic poem. Since the word Portrait has eight letters, and Blur has four, my acrostic could have four couplets, and the end-rhyme words would have their last letters be the B, L, U and R of Blur. The illustration would be a switcheroo, with the background in shap focus and the face, the Portrait part, all blurry.
Then my thoughts jumped to the notion of adding the word Self, creating a triple acrostic with Portrait in the middle and Self and Blur as bookends. I might then create a blurry self-portrait and have in the background a still Life with a few of my ceramic birds (I have made dozens) in sharp focus. This would yield the nice possibility of it becoming a psychological self-portrait, with the quirky birds as my alter egos.
So here we are in the blissful throes of creation, with a firm foundation for a work of art and a long way to go to reach fruition. One of the phrases I will tag this post with is “creative process.”
If you look at the attached photo you’ll see a placeholder drawing of cotton swabs, which I use to blend pencil marks for shading and will be handy for blurring as well, and a layout of the Self Portrait Blur acrostic with subject-to-change end rhyme words drab, lab, quail, derail,lieu, caribou, sector, and nectar. If I am a sufficiently nimble wordsmith the resulting poem will have a consistent meter and a theme related to “Self-Portrait Blur,” and when read out loud will not seam like an acrostic at all. My confidence that I will be able to do this is sky-high, because in the last eighteen years I have done it hundreds of times.

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as you draw you cock your elbow
regulate your breath just so
rise and fall not slightest swell nor
oscillation made to roar
wssst! a bull’s eye! sweet as cocoa

In the commissary where I work, one priority is Speed. The restaurants want their prepared food, and they want it pronto. They will take Pretty Fast over Pretty every time.
This page is like that. I just had to get it done, and polishing it up would have cost me hours. Other pages will demand finesse; this one does not.
If Need Be
In a tough entangling web
It’s a time when your hopes ebb
Fear and hopelessness presage
Finding rescue–Draw that page
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This Time
Take a number mon petit
Halve it with your bread and ghi
Infinitely numbers teem
Setting pace and mood and theme
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Lean On Me
Let’s help each other grow and bloom
Engaging in opposing doom
And new horizons come to be
No nastiness that we can see
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In the word balloons:
He: We NEED this…
She: …and it is Nice.
She: Tea & Ghi time!
He: …the Tripod…
She: …is mightier than the Stick.
He: Now let’s go…
She: .walking uphill…
They: …into the glorious sunset.
Sun: Crazy kids!

Here is a syrupy, sappy, cartoony glimpse at romantic love. Cupid fires a barrage of love-arrows at a couple who is already kissing. Cupid gets undeserved bragging rights because the love was already there. What a devious creep Cupid can be!
true LOVE real
there’s a sleevéd heart to wear
romance comes for two to share
ultra-laved in buttered shea
eh, laissez entrer le Soleil
I don’t know what Shea Butter is, but it must be good stuff, judging from all the advertising, so I laved. Mostly I needed to rhyme a word ending with A and a word ending in L.
The last line roughly translates from the French as “What the Hell, let the sunshine in.” Cheers!

Change a month & catch a Thrill/Sketch a drooping Daffodil/Plan some stuff you never do/Don’t be scared–it’s only New
Monthly Renewal
My O my, the Calendar has flipp’d a fresh page over
Out goes August; in September; cooling may ensue
Nonetheless the night sky now includes a blown-up Nova, ‘n
There in Horsehead Nebula some brand new stars are due
Here on Earth’s September we obey unwritten law
Let the lightning flash & thunder growl with sis boom ba
Yay for fresh new months that well reward our wherewithal