No Need to Raise a Stink

I knew a loud lady from Wink
She was always dressed in pink
Eating garlic at lunch
And onions a bunch
She was always quite the stink

To speak with her was not swell
My eyes teared at the smell
All chit chat and smile
While all the while
She made everyone around her quite pale

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Not sure where this one came from. I’ve never actually been to Wink, Texas. I do know a loud lady. I also have known someone to always wear pink! Ugh. As far as garlic and onions go, I eat them whenever I get the chance but I also brush frequently and eat a lot of mint and lemon. hehe! Although, right now, with coffee, banana and peanut butter breath, I smell a stink. Time to brusha brusha!

Ghostly Cries Through the Gray

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Sun slowly rises, casting indirect light on it’s way

Fog caresses fields, wrapping its arms and blankets ‘round the trees

You can hear ghostly cries echoing through the gray

Trees whisper prayers with each of their fallen leaves

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This is catching up from Feb 19th and The Daily Post’s prompt of Fog, form of elegy and device of metaphor.  So, this is a sort of remake of one of my earlier posts.  So, if it’s my own reblogged photography and a spin-off from an earlier poetic blog post, is it considered cheating?  Is it too much rhyme?  Does it really not matter that it’s off rhythm?  It bothers me a little.  Perhaps if I didn’t feel such a strong urge to force the rhyme, it would have flowed easier.

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Beast-like Animal Lo-o-ove

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Well, finally, I have finished the poem I started the other day. I’m not 100% happy with it but I’ll work on it again much later. This is what I had constructed for The Daily Post’s Feb 18th Writing 201 prompt of Animal, form of Concrete Poetry and device of enjambment. I had to use my snipping tool to take a screenshot as I could not get it to line up correctly when I copied it from Word to here.

Trust is Never a Must

Twas promises ashen left woman to scorn

Ripened with passion then love would be torn — Go!

Undone the marriage by lies, fury, and so

Sayist none — carriage departs thee at first dawn

Taunt and disparage me no more — I am gone!

 

Tis a bit brutal, yes?  Still, trust is something that can be your undoing, at least for me, so tis better to not.  I believe you can love deeply while still holding that barrier up to protect yourself and not trust, or not completely, anyway.  What do you think?  Do you easily trust?  Do you feel you have to have trust when you love someone?

Today’s prompt with The Daily Post’s Writing 201:  Poetry is Trust.  The form is Acrostic or Double Acrostic (which I tried my hand at) and the device is Internal Rhyme.  Won’t you join us in the fun daily challenge?  It’s only for 2 weeks!

 

 

 

 

The Journey Home

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Spent a small slice of life alone

Sent and spent, sailed, soared, sped and roamed

Then family three

Traveled much have we

You can bet the best trip yet has been the journey home

 

Yesterday’s prompt from The Daily Post was Journey.  The form was Limerick and device was Alliteration.  Won’t you join in with the poetry challenge?

How’d I do?

 

 

 

Rain Like Shards of Glass

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Tears blow angrily
Against drunken Castle Rock
Shaken but not stirred

or

The cork busted loose
Drenching steady Castle Rock
Like New Year’s Champagne

or (still not sold)

Rain like shards of glass
Pierced the crust of Castle Rock
All ran for cover

Which one do you like the best or none? I was searching and searching and searching for inspiration. Won’t you join us in today’s Poetry challenge through the Daily Post?  Today, it’s Water in the form of a Haiku with the device of a Simile.

Struck By Cupid’s Arrow

Cupid’s Arrow Struck Me

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It came in hard and fast

And there in his beauty, he stood before me

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Looking into my eyes with that sexy pirate smile

Lost in his gaze and my bewildered surprise

Not realizing all the while

I got it right between the eyes

Won’t you participate in today’s Daily Post?  Cupid’s Arrow“Cupid’s Arrow”

A Poetry – Mission Statement Exercise

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Emerson had a great recipe/definition of success, don’t you think?  What would be your poem, or sort of a mission statement for success, if you were writing it for yourself and for your life and no one else’s expectation mattered?

Here’s mine:

To belly laugh and kiss loved ones, even in public, to pass on joy to strangers
To show up for those I hold dear and to have helping hands to those in need
To listen to the hearts of others, share in their joy, tears and fears, and not judge them
To seek out beauty every day, to find the good in every person
To learn and teach daily, as my child teaches me, about living, forgiving and loving
To make a positive difference in the life of another
This is to have succeeded