Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What's That They Say?

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Days of anger
Days of pain
What's that they say
That I'm insane
If that's true
Then who are you
Someone whose story
I wish I knew

Days of sadness
Lies and fear
What's that you say
Someone might hear
What has been hidden
From everyone's view
That mine is the story
I wish I knew

This poem was written for dVerse Poetry and is purely fictional and not reflective of my life.  Also see "The Voices are Silent".

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Let the Sun Shine


Hot days
The sun shines
The grass dies
And then
Gray days
Clouds hang low
More rain
And then
The sun shines
The grass grows
Now we mow
Repeat
This is summer

It seems that it is either feast or famine.  We lamented the long weeks with no rain while we watched the grass dry up.  We sweltered beneath triple digit heat indices.  Then came August and the temperatures and the rain were once again moderate.  The grass greened up, we mowed.

Next we got a new garage door for my parents' house which exposed new (or old) problems with the 50+ year old structure.  The door became the secondary issue and much work was involved before we had a functioning door.  The riding mower was safely installed behind that door.  Of course this when the rains moved in and every afternoon or evening - more rain.  You know what that means.  Thankfully, the door is now functional.  Let the sun shine!

What frustrates you this summer?

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Side of the Road

Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.  It is the 27th day of this challenging event, and we are approaching the finish line.  Today's prompt is Side of the Road.  Check out the Linky at WWFC to get on the right side of the road.

My apologies in advance to Katherine.  Her Intervention post inspired this poem. 


Katherine she got smashed
No, I mean she got crashed
Her car that is
I hope it's not trashed

She got smacked from behind
Were they out of their mind
I bet for this screw-up
They'll surely be fined

She came to a halt
From the slamming assault
At the side of the road
It wasn't her fault

Now her neck's in a twist
And her friends did insist
That to the doctor she go
And she did as they wished

With pills he did stuff her
No pain will she suffer
At home she must stay
Until she is tougher

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Stealing Away

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Beneath the midnight desert sky
On his camel he did ride
Away to see his lady love
Beneath the silvery moon above

He went to sweep her off her feet
But her daddy he did meet
Because of this lovely damsel
He nevermore will ride his camel

You see the gal that he did seek
Was the daughter of a Sheik
She bid her daddy leave him be
Instead he hung him for all to see

The princess cried for days on end
Knowing her heart would never mend
How could her daddy be so cruel
She longed to escape his rule

Then one night to her surprise
She could not believe her eyes
Stood the man for whom she cried
The man she knew had surely died

The noose had slipped and he was free
He owed that to a friend you see
Who was handy with his knife
And owed this man his very life

Now the princess bride to be
Hopped on his camel and they did flee
Happy now with her intended
This is how the story ended

Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.  Today is the 19th day of madness fun, and the prompt is Camels.  Check out the Linky at WWFC for more stories...will that be one hump or two?

Also posted for dVerse poetry.







Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Other One


Choices, changes
Life rearranges
He chooses
He loses
Should have chosen
The other one

Choices, changes
Life rearranges
Now he knows
And he chose
The other one

Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.  Today's prompt is The Other One.  This is the 13th mind-numbing day of this challenge.  Check out the Linky at WWFC to see what everyone else chose

Also posted for dVerse Poetry.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

In Excess?

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There was a Canadian Princess
Who for now shall remain nameless
She loved her high-heeled shoes
Bought in varying hues
Some might say to excess

 
 
Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.  Today's prompt is Excess.  This is the 7th day of this madness.  Check out the Linky at WWFC for more tales of excess.

Friday, June 1, 2012

More Cheese, Please



Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.  Today's prompt is cheese.

Cheese, cheese, beautiful cheese
Provolone, Swiss and Edam

Colby, Jack and Muenster, too
You just can't beat 'em

A plate of Havarti, creamy and fine
So lovely with a glass of wine

For my pizza I gotta say
Mozzarella makes my day

Gouda, oh Gouda, smokey or plain
Drives my Quesadillas insane

Mac and cheese down on the farm
With lots of Cheddar and a little Parm

What more can I say about this food prepared from the pressed curd of milk?  More cheese, please!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Changes


Life unfolds before me
Like scenes within a play
Who rewrote the story
Rewind to yesterday

When the sun was shining
And my spirits they did soar
Where is the silver lining
In clouds along the shore

Posted for dVerse Poetry

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Voices Are Silent

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The voices are silent
Their silence brings
A different kind of agony
No chaos or anger
Only confusion and sadness

The voices are silent
They were my enemies
And strangely my friends
Their silence brings
Truth and despair

There is no freedom
Even with the silence
There is no escaping
Where they made me go
What they made me know

With or without them
I have no self
No peace, only pain
No joy, only misery
No life



Edited to clarify:  This poem was written and posted for dVerse Poetry, and is purely fictional and not reflective of my life.


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Friday, February 3, 2012

Nursery Rhyme Redo: This Old Man

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This old man, he played dumb
He played blackjack for my rum
So what the heck, stack the deck
And give the man a loan
This old man is in the zone



There are more verses with different variations.  The origin is uncertain, with the first recorded version in  Anne Gilchrist's Journal of the English Folk Dance and Song Society (1937).

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Beyond The Night


Though the sky at night be red
Tell me of the day ahead
Speak to me at dawn's light
Of things beyond mortal sight
Walk with me upon the grass
Where others before have passed
What do they know that I know not
All the things that time forgot


Written for dVerse poetry.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Nursery Rhyme Redo: Patty Cake Patty Cake

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Patty cake, patty cake bakers man
Bake me a cake in a jelly roll pan

Patty cake, patty cake bakers wife
Lived in the bakery all her life

Patty cake, patty cake bakers girl
Toss the dough and give it a whirl

Patty cake, patty cake bakers son
Bakes up a real fine honey bun

Friday, December 9, 2011

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Post Turkey Day Blues

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My paper is blank
And my brain's turned to mush
Is it the turkey I thank
Or the holiday rush

My thoughts they are fleeting
Like ships in the night
Nary a greeting
Nor squeal of delight

So it's off to the store
In search of great deals
Through every door
I burst with great zeal

Then I stop and I stare
In total dismay
At the items on shelves
In complete disarray

What are they thinking
I thought to myself
The lights are all blinking
But I don't see an elf

So homeward I head
With my parcels in tow
My feet are like lead
And I'm moving slow

I bid good night
To the holiday shoppers
Grabbing a bite
With the holiday swappers

Friday, November 18, 2011

Deep Thoughts


Happy, Sad
Puzzled, Mad
Bored out of your Gourd
Agitated, Frustrated
Revolving, Evolving
Filled with Joy
Filled with Pain
Preaching, Teaching
Forward Reaching
Magic, Tragic
Receiving, Achieving
Fantastic, Spastic
Hot, Cold
Timid, Bold
Fearful, Cheerful
Shrieking, Freaking
Calm before the Storm
How do you do
Not a Clue
What does this Friday say to You?

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Nursery Rhyme Redo: It's Raining, It's Pouring


It's raining, it's pouring
And the cat is snoring
Upon the pillow beside my head
And there he will be until morning



This seems quite appropriate considering the rainy day here.

Posted for dVerse poetry.

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