Hello

Hello to everyone.  Quick note to let you know that if you are interested,
you can go to the following link for an interview of me by Sherry Marr,
from the wonderful and unique blog, Poets United.

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My Animals, The Rescues

Written for:  Poetic Asides April PAD – Day 20
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “My Dentist, the Torture Expert,” “My Lunch, the Thing I Got Out of the Vending Machine,” “My Father, the Comedian,” or “My Life, the Punchline.”

Candy, black and white cat
Candy, found by my sister
Sister, who I miss
Sister saved a cat’s life
Life changed with Sybyl
Life with a new dog
Dog played with frisbee
Dog of white and black
Black cat named Jake
Black fur, green eyes stole heart
Heart went out to friend
Heart broke over Stickers
Stickers came to live
Stickers preferred husband
Husband grew sad
Husband saw cat die
Died of illness
Died too soon
Soon, we rescued Baylee
Soon, Jake had a friend
Friends stick together
Friends for life
Life was fun
Life is love
Love can hurt
Love for Jake
Jake developed diabetes
Jake given injections
Injections worked
Injections stopped working
Working was hard
Working left Baylee alone
Alone for a while
Alone, but well
Well dries up
Well of tears
Tears for Baylee
Tears and sorrow
Sorrow says, no more
Sorrow turns to craving
Craving a new dog
Craving a Bassett
Bassett named Walter
Basset lived until eight
Eight great years
Eight is too young
Young new pups
Marion, then Murphy to love
Love
Pups

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Balance

Written for: Poetic Asides April PAD – Day 19
For today’s prompt, write an authority poem. Maybe you are an authority on something or know someone who is (or who thinks he or she is). Maybe you respect authority, or maybe not so much. Maybe you are on the run from the authorities, in which case I can only say good luck, but this blog probably isn’t the best hiding place–especially with so many folks poeming away.

She endeavors to do her best
in situations that test
ability to follow rules
enacted by those who are fools.
Do not blindly obey their requests.

In youth she was wont to rebel
against parents who tried to tell
her not to take paths leading to harm.
She endeavors

At times she was justified
to refuse tasks she could not abide.
Though authority is not her strong suit
she has learned to eat some bitter fruit,
and prioritize those she defies.
She endeavors

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Ellen’s Garden (an Ovilejo)

Written for:  Poetics Aside April PAD – Day 18
For today’s prompt, pick 2 vowels and write a poem using words that only contain one or both of those vowels. For instance, write a poem with words that only have a “u” and “o.” Also, the letter “y” is wild–so the words “my” and “gypsy” are freebies. And I’ll allow text-speak (or maybe I should say “txt spk”).

I am using A and E

Ellen’s garden, green and sweet
herbal scents–a treat–
waft past tall tree and fence.
Sage leaves, all drenched.
Relentless water teems,
a gardener’s dream.
“Be a dear, gather the beans,”
says, Ellen. “Let the feast start.”
As fragrant as her garden, that Ellen Dee.
Herbal scents-a treat, sage leaves all drenched, a gardener’s dream.

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Light or Dark

Written for:  Poetic Asides April PAD – Day 17
For today’s prompt, write a swing poem. Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.

Euphoria rules
then, black clouds devour light.
Creativeness chokes
on despair and idleness,
scourged by bi-polarity.

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“howling wind”

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga #80, “Wren” – Kala Ramesh’s “howling wind”

howling wind —
an autumn note within
the bamboo flute                       © Kala Ramesh

notes of orange and yellow
sail, adhering to trees                 © Sara McNulty

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The Wren

Written for:  Carpe Diem Little Creatures #20, “Wren”

Wren

Small brown bird sings

At winter’s beginning

We smile, ready for change

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The Elegant Egg

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
What’s Your Vision?
Your poem may be about the art itself or about feelings/thoughts/memories/stories the art inspires. It’s wide open. Let your inner voice express itself!

Cosmic Galaxy Egg by Andrew Logan

Cosmic Galaxy Egg by Andrew Logan

Indestructible,
a glowing egg stands,
composite of compounded
minerals and gems. No one
knows what miracles
are contained within,
not for lack of trying
any tool that can be employed.
The egg repels all touch–
human or machine. The only
person privy to entombed contents
has not been born yet.

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Of the Mind

Written for:  Poetic Asides April PAD – Day 16
Write a science poem.

It all began with Sigmund Freud
whose studies dipped into the void
of knowledge in the human brain.
Soon the field was rife with theories,
all before Timothy Leary.
Pills for depression flowed like rain;
panic relievers followed suit.
Drug companies raked in the loot.
Every symptom now has a name.

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This Can’t Miss!

Written for:  Poets United, Midweek Motif~Foolishness
Write a poem on human foolishness

Another get-rich-quick scheme.
Ralph never learns, always looking
to hit the high note,
always looked at askance
by Alice, who never desired
to live in a palace. Each time
she managed to save a few dollars,
Ralph would barge in hollering
about a new venture for which
he needed money immediately,
because it could not fail. Yet
it did. From diet pizza to a
remarkable gadget that could take
the place of almost anything
in the kitchen. A silly man
who never stopped dreaming,
the reason Alice always forgave him.

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