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I went to the playground with an effing big stick
I planned to hit Joey, but he brought a brick
John brought a razor
And Terrance a taser
Officer Dunn brought a gun and it ended damn quick

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Day 26 of National Poetry Month  –  The Enemy

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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What for, what for, what for…
Morning came with an clamorous uproar
I deeply regretted my actions the night before
So I stuffed that damn alarm clock into a drawer
And rolled over in hopes of dreaming once more
Filling my pillow with a resounding deep snore
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But the sun and the guilt won the “get-up” war
And I rolled out of bed and hit the cold floor
Stumbled to my clothes and out the front door
Late for work at my Father’s shoe store
Tripping down the street like a drunk dinosaur
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If he discovered me now, oh! the scolding galore
And I knew, this time, I was in for so much more
Cause this would be my fifth “very late to work” score
And he’d replace me with Sid, a kid from El Salvador
Just to sell his discount shoes from far off Singapore
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Oh man! then half way there the rain began to pour
Lightning flashed bright and the thunder did roar
Like a flash back to the trenches of the first World War
I fought on with hopes of Father’s opinion to restore
With valor I finally reached that blessed front door
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And there I saw it, the sign, in bold and underscore
“Closed for the day! Gone to enjoy the lakeshore!”
I stood there, drenched, hungry, a ugly eyesore
Alone in the rain, a defeated and bloodied matador
Without a thought, I turned and heartily swore
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I trudged back home, the rain I would ignore
While Dad played at the beach, I craved the indoor
Back to the warmth, leaving puddles on the floor
Back to my bed, to my pillow’s sweet sweet rapport
To doze, to dream, to send out a wild snore
evermore, evermore, evermore…

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Day 22 of National Poetry Month  –  Overtime with Rhymes

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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You make me laugh. The twinkle in your eye, the twitch of your lips, the quiver of your shoulders as you try to keep a straight face. You make me laugh. When I am sad, or overwhelmed, or tired from a long day pressing down on my back, you smile, make a joke, tickle me in that certain place no one else can find. It is love. I make you laugh. After a hard day’s work, dragging from exhaustion, head down, feet heavy, I lighten your mind. I have that silly face, a quick witty quip, a secret joke that you cannot crab at. I make you laugh. When taxes are due, bills barely paid, dishes piled high, we giggle at the ridiculousness of life’s little whims. You make me laugh. I make you laugh. Together, we make a home merry, cheery, silly and full of love, till death we do part. Then heaven will have to make room for our laughing, devilish, amused angels. And our suitcase overflowing with awful, groan worthy, hellish puns.

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Day 21 of National Poetry Month  –  a Prose Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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Don’t look at me like that!

Meowing won’t get you anymore food…

Behave yourself, you silly cat!

Don’t look at me like that!

Purring, rubbing, dead gifts on the mat,

Just add to this meal time feud!

Don’t look at me like that!

Meowing won’t get you anymore food…

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Day 19 of National Poetry Month  –  A Triolet Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

 

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Furruuush, whir whir whir
Chink, whirrrr whirrrr whirrrr
whirrrr whirrrr, huff huff, whirrrr
Chink, whirrrr whirrrr whirrrrrrr
Huff Huff Huff shusssssh
Whirrr whirrr  chink whirrrrr
Ka chunk graydle graydle gah chink
Whirrr whirrr whirrr shush
Chink… Huff Huff Huff Huff
Whirrr whirrr whirrr whirrr whirrr
Huff Huff Huff…
Whirrr
Squirreeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
Skaaaaaackle…
“SHIT”
Ka pop!
“Gaaahaaaaaaa!”
Whooooomfph!
Ska kalatter slatter skra… ping
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“Mmmmnnnn gahhho-aaannnnn”
Sahaaaaaaa
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Ker-achht Ker-achht Ker-acht
“Hey man, You all right?”
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Day 18 of National Poetry Month  –  a Sound Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

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2015 improvathon square Bad Bunny

 

I’ve been here almost 24 hours… My brain is slowly creeping into an oblivion…
28 hours straight of live improv theater… it must be love… and it is…

I am drunk on lack of sleep and delirious on the love and hilarity of this wonderful community….  Ahhhhhh… and I got to do improv with my lovely insane children… such a family!

Why do you ask?  Because this is the day I give my all to raise money for the best creative family any where.  It’s late but not too late…

If you want to help… there are just two hours left to donate… but really you could donate anytime…  Any of these links will get you to the place to donate…

Bad Bunny Improv

Mirabeau’s Iron Audience

HUGE Theater Give to the Max Day Page

HUGE Improv Theater


Here’s a bit of stuff I wrote at the beginning of my sleep deprivation…

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HUGE Theater is our home away from home!
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I’m not very good at writing these sorts of things, but I am going to give it my best try.
Why should you donate to HUGE Improv Theater? Because HUGE is more than just the best long form improv theater ever, it is more than artist, member and volunteer run, it is more than a place to find your voice both on the stage and in your life, HUGE is so, so, so much more.  HUGE is a community that is so supportive, so caring, so nurturing, that they are family!
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Those of you who know our family, know that the last several years have been very difficult. And our future will continue to be filled with challenges and stress. But, our involvement with HUGE Theater has been an amazing bright spot in so much darkness. I can literally tell you that being involved at HUGE as a volunteer and as a performer has saved my life. It has also helped my kids find their voices, become confident on stage and beyond, and see first hand how to build the kind of community we all want to live in.
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Your donation will not only help keep the lights on and the doors open at HUGE, but it will help fund scholarships for students in need. Our family has benefitted from this great program. Support not only a great artistic endeavor, support a beautiful, unique group of people. Our family and home away from home… HUGE Improv Theater!
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Thank you!

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A chance to take a class with me… see more info below…

Photography by Cicely Robin Laing

 

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When you stop talking, you don’t stop speaking…

And you listen more with your eyes, than you do with your ears…

Silence is filled with a million stories, and music of the body electric…

And one look can break your heart, or fill you with love and joy…

Say it with silence… it speaks so much louder than words…

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This Wednesday, October 28th, 2015… I will be teaching the Improv drop-in class at HUGE Theater in Minneapolis. Join me at 5pm for a couple hours of improv fun and explore how much you can say without words…

And now I have said too much….

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Words and photography by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

 

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