Archive for the ‘Creativity Verse’ Category

Open Limerick to Super Bowl Fans

Sunday, February 7th, 2016

If the game goes from boring to worse,
Don’t bother to sob or to curse.
Sublimation works well.
Be creative as hell:
Snap some photos, sketch, paint, or write verse.

PS: My latest Limerick-Off challenge has just begun. You can find it here.

A Glimmer Of A Limerick

Tuesday, March 10th, 2015

A Glimmer Of A Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’ve a limerick notion — a glimmer.
It’s shimmering. Damn! Now it’s dimmer.
My brain’s covered with frost,
And my rhyme primer’s lost.
My slim odds of success have grown grimmer.

Limerick Rite (Limerick-Off Monday)

Saturday, June 7th, 2014

It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same first line. Then you post your limerick here and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.

The best submission will be crowned Limerick Of The Week. (Here’s last week’s Limerick Of The Week Winner.)

How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)

I’ll announce the Limerick of the Week Winner next Sunday, right before I post next week’s Limerick-Off. So that gives you a full week to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)

I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:

A fellow was trying to write…*


A woman, convinced she was right…*


We’re lost. You were s’posed to turn right…*


A man who believed might makes right…*


A gal was engaged in a rite…*

*(Please note that minor variations to my first lines are acceptable. However, rhyme words may not be altered, except by using homonyms or homophones.)

Here’s my limerick:

Limerick Rite
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A woman was trying to write,
But her right and left brains had a fight.
So her muse, unamused,
Feeling slighted, abused
And benighted took flight, just for spite.

Please feel free to write your own limerick using the same first line and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity on my Facebook Limerick-Off post.

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Not A-Mused (Limerick)

Wednesday, October 9th, 2013

Not A-Mused (3-Verse Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Inspiration is gone — I’m bereft,
For I fear my dear muse has just left.
And my brain’s auto-rhymer
Is spent — the old-timer
Says, “Write something rhyme-free with heft.”

A serious verse that’s rhyme-free?
I’m sorry — that just isn’t me.
I don’t layer my verse
Or deep meaning disperse.
I’d rather spread light-hearted glee.

If you’re waiting for metaphor, stop.
And a simile simply won’t pop.
My verse just won’t hatch
Without rhyme — that’s the catch:
An unfertilized limerick crop.

Hairy Art (Limerick)

Thursday, May 2nd, 2013

Hairy Art
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Though some artists make art out of rubble,
Only one went to hairier trouble:
He sculpted (I swear)
His sculpture from hair:
An artwork from one speck of stubble.

Its minuteness is way off the chart.
Want to view it? A microscope’s smart.
I don’t mean to be gruff,
But is weirdness enough?
This speck-sculpture’s too fine to be art.

You can read about and see a photo of Willard Wigan’s stubble sculpture here. As the article explains:

Willard Wigan hollowed out a spec of face hair and used a miniscule flake of gold to create the tiny motorbike artwork.

Visible only through a microscope, the chopper — which measures three microns — is smaller than a human blood cell.

Mucked Up Music (Limerick)

Monday, October 15th, 2012

I swear that this limerick is based on an actual news item: Artist makes music with bird droppings in Liverpool.

Mucked Up Music (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Just what is a person to do
When creative ideas are few?
If your muse flew the coop,
Here’s an int’resting scoop:
Compose music by using bird poo.

Limerick Ode To Claude Monet

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

Limerick Ode To Claude Monet
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A man with poor vision, Monet,
Had eyesight so weak, the display
Of the world that he saw
Was blurrily raw.
And that’s why he’s famous today.

(Inspired by DVersePoets’ request for impressionistic poetry.)

I’d hoped to write something that was actually impressionistic, but as you can see from this haiku, I was stymied:

Writing assignment–
dash off impressionism–
no clue how to start.

Update: I’ve just learned that Claude Monet was born on November 14, 1840. So happy birthday Claude Monet!

Poetic Fantasy (Limerick)

Saturday, June 2nd, 2012

Today’s prompt over at dVerse is “work.” Here’s what I came up with:

Poetic Fantasy (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Just imagine a job that would pay
Us to sit and write poems all day:
If that’s all that we did
For our buck or our quid,
Would we have something worthy to say?

The Onset of an Acrostic Limerick

Tuesday, May 15th, 2012

The Onset of an Acrostic Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Oh my, don’t know where to begin —
Not a hint of a concept herein.
So where shall I start?
Eke out rhyme from my heart?
The trick is just write — in like Flynn.

(Inspired by onset over at Acrostic Only.)

You can find more of my acrostic limericks here.

Sleepless Limerick

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

At Think Tank Thursday (Poets United), we’re asked to write a news-related poem. Now since my other blog, Mad Kane’s Political Madness, is devoted to mocking politicians and other news-makers via limericks, I thought I’d try a different news angle here:

Sleepless Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A woman was trying to snooze,
But was kept wide awake by her muse.
Stubborn rhymes kept invading
Her brain and upbraiding
Her: “Rise and go mock some more news.”

Experimenting With Poetry Form (Framed Couplets)

Thursday, April 19th, 2012

Once in a while I like to experiment with a new (to me) poetry form. Today, its the framed couplet, explained in detail and illustrated over at dVerse by Gay Reiser Cannon. (The main rules are: 9 syllable lines, the first syllable of each line is accented, and both the first and last syllable of each couplet line rhyme.) Here are my two attempts:

The Quest
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Poetry and prose in fits and starts,
Knowing that my words can open hearts.
Writing’s daily challenge — must confront.
Light or heavy verse — I’m on the hunt.

Trying out new forms can lead the way,
Prying out the words I need to say,
Freeing up my brain and letting loose,
Keying into that which cuts my noose.


The List
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Naming all the things that I must do.
Blaming times’s escape, when I do few.
Toting up the items left undone.
Noticing my list is missing fun.


Happy National Poetry Month! (Limerick)

Monday, April 2nd, 2012

April’s a big month for poets — National Poetry Month. This means that instead of simply enjoying spring, poets drive themselves extra crazy by vowing to write a poem a day.

My first April effort was this week’s Limerick-Off challenge. Only 29 poems to go.

Here’s a limerick for Day 2:

Happy National Poetry Month! (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

April’s Poetry Month. Say “Hurray,”
As we vow to write verse ev’ry day.
But that promise is hard,
For this limerick-bard.
Cuz, alas, I have nothing to say.

A Poet’s Nightmare (Limerick)

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

DVerse prompts us to write about nightmares. Here’s my response:

A Poet’s Nightmare (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A gal had a frightening dream.
It featured her muse — made her scream:
Said her muse, “You must write
About terror tonight
And forever, cuz nightmare’s your theme.”

My Elemental Muse (Limerick)

Saturday, February 25th, 2012

One Single Impression and Amputated Moon prompt us to use elemental in a poem:

My Elemental Muse (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

My muse is a force elemental.
It can come on quite strong, or be gentle.
When it’s gone, my mood’s black:
Will it ever come back?
Must I go about finding a rental?

Blocked Limerick

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Thursday Think Tank invites us to write a poem about writer’s block. I was almost too blocked to write this limerick:

Blocked Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A gal was attempting to write
Something clever and witty, with bite.
But alas her poor muse
Went on strike — too much booze.
What a plight: All her verses are trite!

Tanka Tuesday

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011

I took a break from limerick writing to write this pair of tanka:

When haiku won’t do,
when thoughts defy compression
and can’t be contained
in seventeen syllables,
give thanks to plus-sized tanka.


Some art inspires
tears, joy, admiration, love.
Some awakens thought.
And some makes one want to ask:
“Whatever were you thinking?”


Untitled Limerick

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

Why is this limerick untitled? Because Thursday Think Tank has prompted us to write an untitled poem. Writing without a title frees up our creative juices … at least that’s the theory:

Untitled Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

To title a verse can be hard —
A challenge for most ev’ry bard.
But a title-less work
Can drive me berserk.
It feels jarring and fake-avant-garde.

I Blame Edward Lear!

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

I Blame Edward Lear! (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A woman who loves to write verse
Has bits of it stuffed in her purse.
She frets about rhyme
Nearly all of the time.
She’s addicted, for better or worse.

Happy Birthday, Edward Lear! And Happy Limerick Day, May 12th!

You can find more National Limerick Day celebration limericks here and here.

Creative Keys

Tuesday, April 19th, 2011

Creative Keys (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

When you’re whipping your verse into shape
And are caught in a verse-challenged scrape,
The delete key is handy.
Assisted by brandy,
And last, but not least, try escape.

(Prompted to escape)

Attention Must Be Paid

Wednesday, April 13th, 2011

Here’s my limerick and haiku prompted by this attention prompt and this challenge to write about writing:

Attention Must Be Paid
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I find paying attention’s a pain.
A-D-D makes it rather a drain.
I’m drifting right now.
Lost in thought? Yes, and how!
Which is why this short story’s inane.


Must pay attention
to pretentious professor.
Can’t? Then pretend to.