Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Egged-On Philosophy

Image thoughtfully provided for as a prompt by Magpie Tales/Tess Kincaid

Eggsistentialism

A Delft plate
with some absurdist
eggs and toast
left on it
means someone created a
theisticky mess.

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Monday, April 18, 2011

The Cheesecake Shot

Image courtesy of assassinscreed

Like a Piece of Cheesecake

You are so creamy,
a pin-up dream confection...
cheesy perfection.

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Image courtesy of comicrelated.com
(Note: Another quick poem based on the prompt today from Poetic Asides.)


Old Sneakers, Ducks and New Moons

Hi!  I'm sorry I've missed a few days here, both for posting and for visiting.  Beside the kidlets being home this week (Spring Break) I've been working on something prose for a writer's conference tomorrow night.  Yes, I am a bit nervous, but (fingers crossed) hopefully it'll turn out to be something really good.

Anyway, here are today's poetry offerings:  Poetic Asides' prompt is 'Like ___' and the form is Shadorma.  Monday's Child has a lovely illustration by Elizabeth Webbe, and the form is Saraband.  And finally, one of the prompts listed on Big Tent Poetry is all about using an old wives' tales.  The poem for this prompt is also a Shadorma.

Image courtesy fineartamerica/Beth Stormont - Hangin' Around

Like Old Sneakers

Tossed over
a telephone wire,
forgotten
except for
when someone tries to reach them:
they won’t come back down.

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Wash Day


It’s wash day for Diana Duck.
She sings a darling, duckling song
and irons clothes.  She’s full of pluck.

And Dermid Duck, he joins right in
while folding laundry in neat stacks.
He places them in drawer and bin
and then he goes and gets duck snacks.        

And after that, they go to town
to buy a brand new eiderdown
in shades of blue and chocolate brown.   
                                    
At night the ducks sit on the deck.
Diana turns to give a peck                
to Dermid, who says, “Honey Bun,
I’m so glad all the washing’s done.”

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Image courtesy of James Creek Outfitters
Hidden

Seeing a new moon for the first time on a Monday will bring you good luck. – Old Adage

You can’t see
much of a new moon
on Monday
or any
other day, for that matter.
Is luck just hidden?

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Daffodils



Daffodil

Here’s to the yellow daffodil.
You thrive in spring, at least, until
the summer weather gets much warmer.
Then you'll be a flower, former.

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Note: One of the prompts from Big Tent Poetry is to write about something that we love in nature.  Every spring, in early spring, the tulips and daffodils pop up on my front lawn.  I don't have to do anything to make this occur [which is probably a very good thing, all things considered] - it just happens.  

As the tulips and daffodils start to fade, the irises show their blue-purply selves briefly, and then the day lilies and stargazer lilies blaze their vibrant colors in its place, to kick off the summer season.  It's all so pretty - and I just love it.  

The above poem is just me trying to be funny.
 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

More Shadormas

I had such fun with the Shadorma form yesterday, that I decided to do it again.  Today's prompt responses are brought to you by Poetic Asides (Odd Relationship), Three Word Wednesday (illusion, tragic and evident), Big Tent Poetry (write a poem about being small) and We Write Poems (write a poem about writing poems.)


Learning How To Do Magic Tricks

It’s tragic
(well, it is if you’re
a budding
magician):
no illusion should ever
be too evident.

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Image courtesy of miniaturerealities,com
Mime Me

He was stuck
behind unseen walls.
Silently
he made space
become a fortress.  I placed
a tip in his hat.

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Uncle Jules

Uncle Jules
was a funny guy
who would ‘steal’
our noses
‘til we couldn’t stop giggling…
then he’d ‘put’ them back.

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Date From Hell

He bore an
extraordinary
resemblance
to Hitler.
(No lie.)  He was pompous, too.
Great next-day story.

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Images courtesy of freewebs.com

Oddly Purrfect Artist Model

On our steps
sat a ginger cat.
She stayed still
in cat-pose
and let me draw her.  She purred,
drank some milk…and left.

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Image courtesy of iheartjapan

Small Shadorma

I am small:
not like ‘Haiku-small’
or even
‘Tanka-Small’
but still…I’m good for those with
small attention spans.

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