In the Beginning, There Was Nothing, Which Exploded

The title of this prompt is a quote from Lords and Ladies, the fourteenth novel in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld. The paragraph that follows the quote speaks of “Other theories about the ultimate start involve gods creating the universe out of the ribs, entrails, and testicles of their father. There are quite a lot of these. They are interesting, not for what they tell you about cosmology, but for what they say about people.”

I love what Terry Pratchett’s writing does with words, with phrases, and with ideas that have been around since the beginning of times (4.54 billion years or about 6K… depending on your source). Well, regardless of how old our Earth Mother might be (and we should never ask that information of a lady), today our poetry will celebrate the anniversary of the birth of a brilliant mind who left the world of flesh and keyboards just a few weeks ago.

For day 28 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, the birthday of the late Sir Terry Pratchett, let our poems celebrate a man who built worlds: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ~ Terry Pratchett (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015). Write his name, my Wicked Luvs… then, speak it!
Terry Pratchett“Terry Pratchett at home near Salisbury in 2008: the Discworld cats were an infamous set of characters in their own right Photo: Adrian Sherratt/REX” via The Telegraph


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International Day of Twerking Riot

The sacredness
of the International Day of Twerking
was tainted by a furry mob
(dogs, jackals, coyotes and three cheeky cats)
howling in front of the Hollywood sign:
“Canines want their holiday back!”

Fox News was the first to arrive
and make a scene.
“Decent humans
have been persecuted by dogs

No one ever learned
when dog’s oppression
of decent humans
since a coyote and two jackals
(never seen together before)
rushed the reporter;

the man was relieved of lips and tongue,
plus most of the right side of his face.

After the ripping was done,
an organized pack
of domestic dogs
made the reporter their

Wolves and foxes refused to be dragged
into this nonsense.

Process Note: yesterday, three Russian women (rather young) were put in jail for performing the “erotic and sexual twerk dance” in front of a WWII memorial. Yes, minds (and muses) work in mysterious (and sometimes ridiculous) ways… Be kind; don’t call the parenthesis police… or twerk.

for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 27 – Making Cheer Up: Write a poem about a holiday invented by you.

I just couldn’t stomach any of the twerking images I found,
so I leave you with an ashamed polar bear
Ashamed Polar Bearvia