Alaska Gold
out of the mists of time
they run
rumbling and roaring
their time has come
come to get treasure
and riches to spare
come to dig gold
from the mountains
so rare
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Who you are
you are you ...
no matter what the outside looks like ...
you are still you ...
no matter what you do ...
you are still you ...
no matter what anyone thinks ...
you are still you ...
no matter your age ...
you are still you ...
no matter who likes you, who doesn't ...
you are still you
you are you ...
no matter what the outside looks like ...
you are still you ...
no matter what you do ...
you are still you ...
no matter what anyone thinks ...
you are still you ...
no matter your age ...
you are still you ...
no matter who likes you, who doesn't ...
you are still you
you are still that little girl who ran around for hours
without getting tired,
who made I Love You's for Valentine's Day,
who kissed cards for Mothers Day and Fathers Day ...
you are still that young woman
who wondered what her life would be,
that grown woman
who walked with a snap in her step,
that woman who age crept up on,
age that stole youth,
and health, days and years ...
and when this puny planet
returns to cosmic dust ...
you will still be you
because love never fails
and I love
you
without getting tired,
who made I Love You's for Valentine's Day,
who kissed cards for Mothers Day and Fathers Day ...
you are still that young woman
who wondered what her life would be,
that grown woman
who walked with a snap in her step,
that woman who age crept up on,
age that stole youth,
and health, days and years ...
and when this puny planet
returns to cosmic dust ...
you will still be you
because love never fails
and I love
you
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Another Acrostic for Katlyn
Kissed by the sun
And loved by the moon
Toasting hot cocoa
Laced with sweet creamy spoons
Young love is tasty
Nature's sweet boon
And loved by the moon
Toasting hot cocoa
Laced with sweet creamy spoons
Young love is tasty
Nature's sweet boon
Memorial Day
You are gone
Not forgotten
No longer will you feel
The sun
On your face
No more
Will you share
A loving embrace...
Your laughter silenced
Stolen by war
The fabric of life now
Torn and poor
Stepping into eternity
Some rise as
You fall
today we honor you
Who gave
All
Thank you
Not forgotten
No longer will you feel
The sun
On your face
No more
Will you share
A loving embrace...
Your laughter silenced
Stolen by war
The fabric of life now
Torn and poor
Stepping into eternity
Some rise as
You fall
today we honor you
Who gave
All
Thank you
Advice to the Lovelorn
In ancient Scotland
girls forlorn
would dip their sleeve
in streams three born
three streams commencing
neighboring lords three
she'd dip her gown
and home she'd flee...
at darkest midnight
then would come
her lover hence
they'd roam with fun
today young miss
it's easier still
just facebook all
you'll lhave your quill
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Poetry Month Musings ... Week Three (and more)
Day
17 – Katrina … Acrostic
Kissed by the sun
And sought by the
moonTimeless and ageless
Replete with swoons
Ideological logical
Not
A more loyal friend has never been sought
Day
18 … Dirge
The sea sifts
swiftly
SilentlyStoically
Through the remains of the wastrel waif
She plummets
through wild
Wailing Whitecaps
Undisturbed by their ferocious frenzy
Picking through scattered
remains
FossilFootprints
Announce their fate … only
Relics
Remain
Day
19 …
Epigram
Beware the sound
protagonist
He rarely is
antagonist
Day
20 … Gnomic Verse
Last hired
First firedThe saddest words it’s true
My day was gladdest
yellow
And now I’m only
blue
Waste not
Want notComes very close behind
The early bird
Gets the wormAnd I slept in too late
My job is gone
My lunch is goneMy bed is out the gate
He who laughs last
Laughs best, it’s
true
I woke up from my
nightmare
My sunny sky is blue
Day
21 … The Circle --- Concrete Poetry
One
Around
Two
around
Three times or four
Minus one just for fun
And soon there’s
Nothing
More
Day
22 … Heart
It thrums through
my body
Like a drumYou’re not home yet
It pounds through
my veins
Like bolts into
steelThe doorbell rings
It abandons my
bones
Leaving water for
iceAn unfamiliar face
It recaptures my
senses
Translating words
into meaningShe’s fine
What does it do?
What does it not?Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Poetry Month Musings ... Week Two (and a half)
Day 8 -- Etheree
I
sitting
contemplate
your swift return
and I wonder how
many times I have sat
here in this very lonely
place hoping for I know not what
yearning for the beginning to end
longing for what I cannot comprehend
Day 9 -- Katauta
Cme to me my love
Soft in the willows embrace
Two will become one
Day 10 -- Pantoum
The sounds of singing
Reverberate throughout the cr until
Within a sudden silence, chaos erupts
And screams for more fill the air
Reverberating throughout the car
In uncertain melody
Fades past the enthusiastically wrecked tune
Igniting the sudden hilarity
transforming a cacophony of voices and
Fading into the enthusiastically wrecked tunes
Surging past open windows to throw back the sound
Transforming the cacophgony of voices into
The sounds of singing
Day 11 -- Penultimate
The first has import
All of its own
The beginning of something
Before the seeds are sown
The last has its place too
The ending of what had begun
The last piece of applie pie
The setting of the sun
But though first and last
Must have their place
In the continuing scheme of life
It's what happens in between the two
That makes or breaks our life
The penultimate moment
Not just started not quite done
Is what makes our lives what they are
When our final race is run
Day 12 -- Haiku (sort of)
Smokey air
scented with appetite;
summer Bar-b-que
Day 13 -- Free Verse
You look tough
the stance
head thrown back, daring your world
scowl on your face, daring your family
eyes narrowed, daring yourself
But inside
that scared little girl
still peers around her mother's legs
whispering
don't go.....
Day 14 -- Palindrome
Rum rum I murmur
was it a bat I saw
No, it is opposition
Now I won
Drawn onward
Solo gigolos
strap on no parts
Name not one man
detartrated
no, tie it on
Rum rum I murmur
I'm a pup am I
Egad an adage
I prefer pi
Oh stone be not so
Now sir a war is won
Never odd or even
No word, no bond, row on
So may Apollo pay Amos
Set a broom on no moor Bates
Do not start at rats to nod
Diaper or repaid
Rum rum I murmur
Gnu dung
Rats live on no evil star
In words alas I drown
Day 15 -- Epithalamium ... Katlyn and Russ
Two trees start as seedlings
one in a field and one in a dell
growing straight and tall and strong
and happy as any can tell
As they grow their lives are not
without its pain and woe
for only that true inner life
can cause new seeds to grow
Into their days they chance to meet
and field and dell do play
and lightened hearts do see a match
that harder trials will stay
Today we honor two sweet hearts
that choose to live entwined
where hope and love will hold hte day
forever for them divine.
Ode (sort of)
thank you mr irs
for taking this fine time
to remind Americans young and old
it's time to pay the fine
the fine for living here so free
the fine for hearth and home
deductions only some can take
now that they money's blown
so thank you mr irs
for taking once again
the little that you let me keep
and shall we say, Amen?
Day 16 -- Anaphora ... Best Flat Belly Exercise
Run upstairs and get the diapers
Run downstairs and get the sippy cup
Run upstairs and get the wipes
run downstairs and get the blanket
Run upstairs and get the laundry
Run downstairs and the child running upstairs
Run downstairs and start dinner
Run upstairs and start the bath
Run downstairs and get another diaper
Run upstairs and pull the diaper out of the toilet
Run downstairs with the towels wet from sopping up the floor
Run upstairs and put the babies in the tub
Run downstairs with two wet babies wrapped in towels
Run upstairs with two dry babies dressed in jammies
Run downstairs and do up the dishes and pick up toys
Run upstairs and collapse in bed without dinner
Repeat
I
sitting
contemplate
your swift return
and I wonder how
many times I have sat
here in this very lonely
place hoping for I know not what
yearning for the beginning to end
longing for what I cannot comprehend
Day 9 -- Katauta
Cme to me my love
Soft in the willows embrace
Two will become one
Day 10 -- Pantoum
The sounds of singing
Reverberate throughout the cr until
Within a sudden silence, chaos erupts
And screams for more fill the air
Reverberating throughout the car
In uncertain melody
Fades past the enthusiastically wrecked tune
Igniting the sudden hilarity
transforming a cacophony of voices and
Fading into the enthusiastically wrecked tunes
Surging past open windows to throw back the sound
Transforming the cacophgony of voices into
The sounds of singing
Day 11 -- Penultimate
The first has import
All of its own
The beginning of something
Before the seeds are sown
The last has its place too
The ending of what had begun
The last piece of applie pie
The setting of the sun
But though first and last
Must have their place
In the continuing scheme of life
It's what happens in between the two
That makes or breaks our life
The penultimate moment
Not just started not quite done
Is what makes our lives what they are
When our final race is run
Day 12 -- Haiku (sort of)
Smokey air
scented with appetite;
summer Bar-b-que
Day 13 -- Free Verse
You look tough
the stance
head thrown back, daring your world
scowl on your face, daring your family
eyes narrowed, daring yourself
But inside
that scared little girl
still peers around her mother's legs
whispering
don't go.....
Day 14 -- Palindrome
Rum rum I murmur
was it a bat I saw
No, it is opposition
Now I won
Drawn onward
Solo gigolos
strap on no parts
Name not one man
detartrated
no, tie it on
Rum rum I murmur
I'm a pup am I
Egad an adage
I prefer pi
Oh stone be not so
Now sir a war is won
Never odd or even
No word, no bond, row on
So may Apollo pay Amos
Set a broom on no moor Bates
Do not start at rats to nod
Diaper or repaid
Rum rum I murmur
Gnu dung
Rats live on no evil star
In words alas I drown
Day 15 -- Epithalamium ... Katlyn and Russ
Two trees start as seedlings
one in a field and one in a dell
growing straight and tall and strong
and happy as any can tell
As they grow their lives are not
without its pain and woe
for only that true inner life
can cause new seeds to grow
Into their days they chance to meet
and field and dell do play
and lightened hearts do see a match
that harder trials will stay
Today we honor two sweet hearts
that choose to live entwined
where hope and love will hold hte day
forever for them divine.
Ode (sort of)
thank you mr irs
for taking this fine time
to remind Americans young and old
it's time to pay the fine
the fine for living here so free
the fine for hearth and home
deductions only some can take
now that they money's blown
so thank you mr irs
for taking once again
the little that you let me keep
and shall we say, Amen?
Day 16 -- Anaphora ... Best Flat Belly Exercise
Run upstairs and get the diapers
Run downstairs and get the sippy cup
Run upstairs and get the wipes
run downstairs and get the blanket
Run upstairs and get the laundry
Run downstairs and the child running upstairs
Run downstairs and start dinner
Run upstairs and start the bath
Run downstairs and get another diaper
Run upstairs and pull the diaper out of the toilet
Run downstairs with the towels wet from sopping up the floor
Run upstairs and put the babies in the tub
Run downstairs with two wet babies wrapped in towels
Run upstairs with two dry babies dressed in jammies
Run downstairs and do up the dishes and pick up toys
Run upstairs and collapse in bed without dinner
Repeat
Monday, April 07, 2014
Poetry Month Musings ... Week One
Poetry Month
Day ... Comment ... Type of Poem
One Fun: Haiku (sort of)
Coffee beckons sweet and hot
The pot is full
The page is not
Two Haiku
Clouds weep onto
Silvering leaves ...
Spring rain
Three Free: Shadorma
Poetry
Reinforms my life
Creates me
Sustains me
Changes me from inside out
Together we grow
Four: Anaphor(a) ... kind of
Hang on a sec
It's basketball
Hang on a sec
It's hockey
Hang on a sec
It's football
Hang on a sec
it's tennis
Hang on a
Hey where'd you go?
Five: It's alive Abecedarian
A vowel needs
Enough and thus
Is five enough
Or is one
Undoubtedly possibly so
Y?
Six: pick up sticks Anaphora
The sun peeks out
from the edge of the world
from the shade of the day
from the mist of eventide
from yesterday
from the known
till she tires of the game and plunges
into the break of day
Seven: it's heaven Free Verse
Watermelon cake
tangerine skies
molten sun...
falls from the sky
Day ... Comment ... Type of Poem
One Fun: Haiku (sort of)
Coffee beckons sweet and hot
The pot is full
The page is not
Two Haiku
Clouds weep onto
Silvering leaves ...
Spring rain
Three Free: Shadorma
Poetry
Reinforms my life
Creates me
Sustains me
Changes me from inside out
Together we grow
Four: Anaphor(a) ... kind of
Hang on a sec
It's basketball
Hang on a sec
It's hockey
Hang on a sec
It's football
Hang on a sec
it's tennis
Hang on a
Hey where'd you go?
Five: It's alive Abecedarian
A vowel needs
Enough and thus
Is five enough
Or is one
Undoubtedly possibly so
Y?
Six: pick up sticks Anaphora
The sun peeks out
from the edge of the world
from the shade of the day
from the mist of eventide
from yesterday
from the known
till she tires of the game and plunges
into the break of day
Seven: it's heaven Free Verse
Watermelon cake
tangerine skies
molten sun...
falls from the sky
cranberry ice
dips and curls
through furroughs of chocolate
rich as pearls
watermelon cake
is oh so nice
on warm spring days
or warm spring nights
dips and curls
through furroughs of chocolate
rich as pearls
watermelon cake
is oh so nice
on warm spring days
or warm spring nights
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