This is a prompting Blog

My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Todays Prompt is USE THESE WORDS

This excersize is one of my personal favorites to do and will be used quite often in the future. Please use all of the words exactly how they are given, write it any way you feel it, as a poem or story, with the words in capital letters so we see how you used them.

Today's words are ...


A BAND is playing in the background
far beyond the FENCE
that the CROWS light upon
some STUD is singing hot blooded,
but he hasn't a TRACE of talent
instead, his OOZE is spewing
a TANGY sound that is
making me WILT in despair
I bet he has a pair of fuzzy DICE !

OOO  I want to do it over !!!
okay let's try this....

In your eyes I see a TRACE
of the STUD I fell in love with,
as the BAND on the radio plays the
song that makes me WILT in your arms
I no longer OOZE with beauty
My CROWS feet are deeper now
yet once again I get a bit TANGY
Feeling  like I can roll the DICE
let down my six foot tall FENCE
and face the FACTS, You are the one !

OK OK OK..That was better, but still not it, ONE MORE TRY..
Better yet, let's see what you do !



  1. Wilt thou tangy facts
    ooze forth
    when the band plays
    without a trace
    of the stud crows dice?


    Trace the tangy crows facts
    which fence around the band.
    Throw your dice stud
    and let the wilt and answers come forth
    once again.

  2. I'm enjoying your prompts too!...stretches my creativity and writing...keeps us out of the winter ruts.

  3. Oh! Look how you stand there in your pulling gear!

    I know you can’t wait to get well out of here

    To meet with your mates and in a Club stand

    Looking tough while you listen to the latest hit band.

    For you life is tangy and you love the taste,

    You live right on the edge, not a minute to waste.

    Posing and preening like the Worlds greatest Stud.

    ‘Come with me, baby, and things will be good’

    You say, looking carefree and manly and rich,

    ‘I am a winner and this here is my pitch,

    I risk everything on the roll of one dice.

    Just look, you can see we are real Men not mice!’

    It’s not good pretending, you can not fool me.

    It just doesn’t fit with the facts that I see

    When you’re out on your own and nobody knows

    That you and your mates are like carrion crows.

    In a mob you are frightening, you pick on the weak

    But alone you’re more nervous, no trouble you seek

    In the face of a fight you just wilt and then ooze

    Well out of the way when not strengthened by booze.

    Asked for an opinion on the fence you go sit

    For so long it’s no wonder wood’s got into your wit.

    Oh yes, out in daylight I sure see no trace

    Of that macho, tough-guy standing there in your place.

    That is my effort.

  4. Oh thank you both !
    I'm over the top happy that you are inspired by the propmt's, and you both did them so well !! THANK YOU !!!