It’s not so much the cross words
any will work in laddered spontaneity
we call a game. Language
is promiscuous, links to fill
missing letters, words twisted to fit
any story. Avoid bozo or orgasmic
if you can, but in the end it’s not the names we call
or what is promised
but the number of points each letter gives:
Fucking is a great triple-word score;
so good even nuns will use it.
***all about puzzles at Dverse today.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan loved it. There is something about the way you write ‘Fucking’ into a poem that works for me the way no other person doing it can.>KB
Laughing my butt off over here, KB. I just love those words–snuck up on someone they’ve got a wonderful effect.
Love this! Simple and a great ending.
thank you! Had fun!
Language
is promiscuous, links to fill…i like…and fucking as a triple letter word score…ha…if i was drinking something i surely would have spit it out there…ha…was good to see the other day you were back writing…and great to see you back in the pub too…smiles.
and the nuns…a riot….
Great to see you too, Brian–and thanks. I have had three weeks of visual migraines, which do not help with my job, or writing or reading much, so I am glad I can visit you guys today!
I know I am not supposed to laugh at my own jokes, but when the muse led there, I was snickering 😉
Lucky girl. I love visual migraines. Mine come to seldom and last too short. Beautiful and NO headache (YAY). But I can’t read or drive till they pass. I’ve found this to be good as well.
Yes–they are truly a new way to look at the world. I often wish I had the auras my sister did, with hopping blobs of color, but my double vision that I get is something quite interesting too 😉
ONce upon a time I only got the jagged lines of white lightening as prodromes to actual headaches. YUK.
Now I get the most fabulous multicolor psychedelic mandalas that spin, flash and hover and blot out areas of my vision. They are brilliant things of great beauty. I’ve never seen anything like them outside my visual cortex. And no headaches afterwards. Rare, short-lived and intermittent.
They sound gorgeous.
Dang. They sure are. I can understand how someone could interpret them as religious inspiration. Sort of rose window/stained glass in a way. Alice
You just gave me a while new interpretation for Ezekiel’s vision… Wheels within wheels…
I think of Ezekiel when I have my visions (visual migraines).
haha..oh i like.. sometimes we do things we wouldn’t do usually just to make points right… ha… fun take susan
Thanks, Claudia. I am guilty as charged with that as a triple-word score. Mea culpa. Glad you liked!
When I finished the poem, I laughed aloud in my empty house (unless you count the dogs – ha). I used to live NEXT to a houseful of nuns when I first started teaching. No comment. I truly would guess they don’t even blush. Heck, any word counts in Scrabble. This is one of my favorites of yours.
Oh, Mary, thank you! I really had fun with this. Next door to a houseful of nuns… There’s a story (if not lots of them) in that.
hahaha what a close. smart and tightly penned. brilliant, Susan.
Thanks, Miri. I did have fun with it!
I haven’t used that word in my poem, ha ~ Good to see you again Susan ~
Happy weekend ~
Thanks, Grace. When I use it, it is more often than not for cheek’s sake. 🙂
My children just stopped playing to ask me why I was laughing. I really want today Scrabble now.
Ah, me too. No one will play with me (because of my bad language, perhaps?
Clever and fun close Susan – made me smile, lots!
Anna :o]
Aw, thanks, Anna!
just what do you have against bozos and orgasms? – LOL – loved it
Hee, hee. Not a thing, especially when I can fit those words in, haha.
triple word score!
Worth every blush and snicker to get one of those 😉
Ok, you got me cackling too–but only at the shocking conclusion. I like “laddered spontaneity we call a game” and the gains from twisting…so that it is less words but people who are fickle. In the end, you prove that too! I’d be happy to play scrabble with anyone, even a nun, without the challenge rules.
Oh, me too.
Ha, hard to retain the rest of the poem after the climactic conclusion! Love it, especially the juxtaposition of nuns.
Very powerfully crafted – made me snicker and chortle with delight. I am a scrabble addict so your words I think had a wee bit of extra sauce for me 🙂
Steven–you are? No one will play Scrabble with me any more. Sigh.
Then we shall play!
We should!
FB scrabble game started 🙂
Aw, can we do it later? I’m working, but I do want to play!
The nice thing about FB scrabble is it is whenever you have the time to take your turn so no pressure 🙂
Now that made me laugh. Lets see if they can work in cunnilingus.
Hahaha–Noel did, below. Check out his comment 😉
This seems to have many meanings to me on multiple levels. To me, this said that it doesn’t matter as much which words you use, it’s how you use them which is complex enough but I sense a much deeper meaning too / just trying to figure it out
Gretchen, thank you. To twist a line from Shrek, poems are like onions… Depends how many layers you peel…
Wonderful poem, Susan. Me likey. Just occurred to me that in scrabble, letter length does not matter!
Letter shape and length count for little.
rarity of usage, limited occurrence in words,
place selectivity fuse to determine assigned letter weight
letter position and point of insertion in laddered
oppositional copulation and co-creation
create the screams, wows and winces –
The language challenged grope poorly here
cunning linguists glow and bloom on these squared battle fields
Ah, now there’s a game I like to play a little more than Scrabble suggested here. I like!
Language is promiscuous .. and that brilliant end.. a great start of my day.
Thanks, Bjorn–glad I woke you with a smile!
I’ve never been one for scrabble, but now I think I’ve been missing out!
Hee, hee. You have! Almost as addictive as poetry.
Just 🙂
Thank you, and I agree.
That’s a puzzle prompt well done.
Aw, thank you!
So fun, Susan. I am still giggling about this.
Quite glad you enjoyed, George 😉
Oh my word! Even the nuns use it. I love it.
Thanks Beth 😉
Top of your game here Susan. Way to drop the F- bomb.
Thanks, Audra! Best way…think of all the points!
sometimes we play “dirty scrabble;” double points for any risque connotations
That’s a fun one to play too! I have played that, as well.
This made me snicker to myself. Any word is good…except ‘galore’. I HATE that word. I wouldn’t care how many fricking points it won. 😉
Heh, heh. I have a friend who feels that way about awesome.
I can relate to a certain amount of disgust around the word “awesome”. But galore is awesomely worse. 😉
Welcome back. I hope those migraines simply go away and stay away. Your poem is delicious! I sent your e-mailed poem on to a colleague who’s teaching a five-week intensive poetry class to college kids. You really got the competitive edge of Scrabble and that finely tuned rhythm of poetry here. Wonderful!
Oh, Beth, thank you!
Fucking is a great triple-word score;
so good even nuns will use it.
Win at any cost! Who knew nuns were such fun.
a true word witch. love this and how come when YOU swear it’s as if no other word would do? brilliant (and never pass an opportunity to throw in a nun)
😉
Hee, hee. thank you! I guess that’s kind of the point–swearing is fine in a poem, but not if used for the gratuitous shock value alone. It has to be an integral part of the message.
I’ve yet to learn the subtleties of swearing…I just open my trap and out it comes. yours is so……ladylike! 🙂
LOL, ladylike swearing. LOVE it. My mother was a master (or mistress?) of it.
Haha…not mine! But…my grandmother was…so maybe there’s hope for me yet.
I would say there is a ton of hope for you.
awww…you are just saying that ’cause you love me. 🙂
Well, I do love you, but you have lots of hope.
This is not outrageous at all. And only you manage to achieve that. 🙂 Brilliant, my friend.
Aw, thanks!