On Death

“On Death” Since people fearful of this topic most, its theme does pleasure no one but our host. Man’s muddied up the waters for review and so our turbid topic in a stew. He’s known by cryptic such as ‘passed away’ or some do like to say ‘he could not stay’. And some resound ‘he’s…

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Day 28, NaPoWriMo

(iron worker atop the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco) Golden, magic bridge: your artisans so wondrous filling up the sky A bridge is a powerful metaphor. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand…

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Day 27, NaPoWriMo

 Cancer hates the jogging, happy talker. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You…

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Day 25, NaPoWriMo

It’s true that Bruce Jenner looks quite a bit thinner in his new Maxi dress whose stripes should impress. A clerihew is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light. The rhyme scheme is…

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Day 24, NaPoWriMo

“Pizza” I think that I shall never see a pizza lovelier than thee. Its sausages so plump and round against my mirthful mouth, abound. A pizza waiting close of day when mouths shall open up the way to gobble gulps in front of my TV. To savor its red, roundness that I see. Upon my…

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Day 22, NaPoWriMo

Day 22, NaPoWriMo Write a “pastoral” poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. “Palm Beach Pastoral” We’ll meet, my darling, by the shim`ring sea. We’ll dip our toes into a surf sublime. And in the afterglow,…

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“Internet Granny”

“Internet Granny” Upon the Internet, I am a part of all that I hold dear.  That piece of me, unseen without a blog page from my heart, now views itself in that reality. I’m privy to their language and their games. I see the latest tattoo on their skin. As Granny, careful to approve and…

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Day 14, NaPoWriMo

(credit: Deviantart.net) “Conversation Between Malcolm and His Master” Where are you, Alphie; you, who knew my ways? I heard your voice in sadness and in strife. My heart will search for you remaining days. Strong-willed was I, like roaring of the waves; But I was faithful to the end of life. Where are you, Malcolm;…

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