The Simile
Words must be heard first.
Then, the brain and fingers begin to thirst.
An outlet to obtain
On paper or keyboard,
They do rain.
No needed notes,
For while some require these most,
No training, no learning,
No reading of the musical notes.
All heard by ear,
Only then do I hear,
The melody, the rythym, the rhyme,
Beating to my own set time.
Only then may the keys begin to parlay,
On keyboards so differently displayed.
One a computer, one a piano.
From both come, much like manna,
Feeding the writer, the singer, the player,
As meanings, themes, encouragement, they do layer.
Errors made, often too publicly displayed.
Errors made, many corrected my fingers played.
Published finally.
Read and heard.
May they each be inspired,
Even annointed,
Never to be exploited,
With messages often pointed
To inspire, correct, humor, to delight
If no other than their author as she does type and peck,
Finding the exact combination,
Before displaying such declarations
Of thoughts, rhymes, grand finales
For those in the valley,
For living on the mountain tops.
Writing poetry is like playing the piano.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
NPM - Poem 18 - The Day's Beginning
The Day's Beginning
Pop!
Fizz!
Shhhhh!
Awwwwww...
Yes.
That first Diet Dr. Pepper of the morn.
Cold all the way down.
This day: now upbeat, no letdowns.
Pop!
Fizz!
Shhhhh!
Awwwwww...
Yes.
That first Diet Dr. Pepper of the morn.
Cold all the way down.
This day: now upbeat, no letdowns.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
NPM - Poem 17 - Paradoxical Wonders
Paradoxical Wonders
The dark moments came...
Friendships developed.
Finances gained.
Spiritual growth determined.
Calmness surrounded.
Love grew.
Healing came.
Praises rained.
Souls praised.
Excitement developed.
All because the dark came
and the
Light reigned.
______________________________
Inspired by Day 60 reading from Priscilla Shirer's Awaken.
The dark moments came...
Friendships developed.
Finances gained.
Spiritual growth determined.
Calmness surrounded.
Love grew.
Healing came.
Praises rained.
Souls praised.
Excitement developed.
All because the dark came
and the
Light reigned.
______________________________
Inspired by Day 60 reading from Priscilla Shirer's Awaken.
Monday, April 16, 2018
NPM - Poem 16: College and Career Ready
College and Career Ready
Day by day, the teacher did assign,
Choosing the lessons to align,
To ensure her students the school motto met.
Her students' skills gained an asset.
College and career ready, they say.
You can do this, she did parlay.
To often, their achievements underplayed.
Not here, though, their futures an extended highway.
Each assigned.
Each accomplished.
A resume.
A paper.
A speech outline.
A Google presentation.
Dressed up for their oration.
All heroes and herones on these speaking days
As heart rates speeded, running many verbal relays.
Shaking knees and shaking hands,
Prepared to reach the bar, their teacher understands.
Proud they are, breathing silent sighs of relief.
Mental high-fives, huge smiles signifying belief.
Forget all the moans. Forget all the groans.
Forget all the "I can't's." Forget all the work zones.
Today, they came.
Today, they spoke.
Today, they answered.
Today, they "Thank you"ed.
Today, they proved "College and Career Ready."
So proud she is, this teacher of theirs.
In these proud moments, she shares.
She thinks they can.
She knows they can.
They prove they can.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
Simply became.
I can.
I am.
College and Career Ready.
Day by day, the teacher did assign,
Choosing the lessons to align,
To ensure her students the school motto met.
Her students' skills gained an asset.
College and career ready, they say.
You can do this, she did parlay.
To often, their achievements underplayed.
Not here, though, their futures an extended highway.
Each assigned.
Each accomplished.
A resume.
A paper.
A speech outline.
A Google presentation.
Dressed up for their oration.
All heroes and herones on these speaking days
As heart rates speeded, running many verbal relays.
Shaking knees and shaking hands,
Prepared to reach the bar, their teacher understands.
Proud they are, breathing silent sighs of relief.
Mental high-fives, huge smiles signifying belief.
Forget all the moans. Forget all the groans.
Forget all the "I can't's." Forget all the work zones.
Today, they came.
Today, they spoke.
Today, they answered.
Today, they "Thank you"ed.
Today, they proved "College and Career Ready."
So proud she is, this teacher of theirs.
In these proud moments, she shares.
She thinks they can.
She knows they can.
They prove they can.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
Simply became.
I can.
I am.
College and Career Ready.
NPM - Poem 15 - Too Sweet
Too Sweet
"I brought you candy,"
the boy did say.
What a dandy,
the teacher's brain did proclaim.
"You came here to help us,"
the student did explain.
"You're welcome,"
the teacher responded, sharing her candy some.
One, two, three...ten.
Their brains they do lend
To readying themselves
To handshake,
To speak,
To respond.
To sit.
Oh. What. A. Relief. That. Will. Be.
On this day, though,
Four bags of candy they do borrow,
To feed their brains
To work without complaint.
For on the morrow,
Using thoughts borrowed,
They handshake.
They speak.
They respond.
They sit.
Oh. What. A . Relief. That. Will. Be.
"I brought you candy,"
the boy did say.
What a dandy,
the teacher's brain did proclaim.
"You came here to help us,"
the student did explain.
"You're welcome,"
the teacher responded, sharing her candy some.
One, two, three...ten.
Their brains they do lend
To readying themselves
To handshake,
To speak,
To respond.
To sit.
Oh. What. A. Relief. That. Will. Be.
On this day, though,
Four bags of candy they do borrow,
To feed their brains
To work without complaint.
For on the morrow,
Using thoughts borrowed,
They handshake.
They speak.
They respond.
They sit.
Oh. What. A . Relief. That. Will. Be.
Saturday, April 14, 2018
NPM - Poem 14 - Loud Quiet Time
Loud Quiet Time
Today, a drive I took.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Alone on the road.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
KLOVE sang along with
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
The brain's thoughts intercepted
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
A message received and sent from
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Three stops along the way
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Three more stops on the return
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Even the Jeep hummed along
Allowing Her Voice to be heard.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Even I just had to say...a word or two...or three.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Quiet Time became
Loud Time between
The Pumpkin and Me.
Much accomplished
In that Loud Quiet Time.
Just the Pumpkin and Me.
Today, a drive I took.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Alone on the road.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
KLOVE sang along with
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
The brain's thoughts intercepted
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
A message received and sent from
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Three stops along the way
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Three more stops on the return
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Even the Jeep hummed along
Allowing Her Voice to be heard.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Except
Even I just had to say...a word or two...or three.
The Pumpkin and Me.
Quiet Time became
Loud Time between
The Pumpkin and Me.
Much accomplished
In that Loud Quiet Time.
Just the Pumpkin and Me.
Friday, April 13, 2018
NPM - Poem 13 - The School Uniform
The School Uniform
Monday
The Beta Club T-shirt.
Tuesday
The Blood Drive T-shirt.
Wednesday
The Anti-bullying T-shirt.
Thursday
The Mini-Relay for Live Walk T-shirt.
Friday
Spread the Word to End the Word T-shirt.
Monday
The Beta Club T-shirt.
Tuesday
The Blood Drive T-shirt.
Wednesday
The Anti-bullying T-shirt.
Thursday
The Mini-Relay for Live Walk T-shirt.
Friday
Spread the Word to End the Word T-shirt.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
NPM - Poem 12 - The Walk
The Walk
Today, BHS walked
For a cure
To increase awareness,
And
To remember those
Who have
And
To remember those
Who have not.
What a sight!
To my delight,
Thirteen teams
Who brains did glean
Awareness of this disease,
Spreading knowledge as they pleased.
Then others joined the walk
As they too placed great stock
In honoring and remembering
With classmates and teachers assembling,
Around that track,
For on this day memories they do not lack.
Knowledge is the cure.
Therefore, today, we continued to ensure
That someone always seeks
The answer to cancer for keeps.
Around that track.
Lap 1.
Around that track.
Lap 2.
Around that track.
Lap 3.
Remembering,
Honoring,
Those who have,
Those who have not.
Today, BHS walked
For a cure
To increase awareness,
And
To remember those
Who have
And
To remember those
Who have not.
What a sight!
To my delight,
Thirteen teams
Who brains did glean
Awareness of this disease,
Spreading knowledge as they pleased.
Then others joined the walk
As they too placed great stock
In honoring and remembering
With classmates and teachers assembling,
Around that track,
For on this day memories they do not lack.
Knowledge is the cure.
Therefore, today, we continued to ensure
That someone always seeks
The answer to cancer for keeps.
Around that track.
Lap 1.
Around that track.
Lap 2.
Around that track.
Lap 3.
Remembering,
Honoring,
Those who have,
Those who have not.
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
NPM - Poem 11: The Shortest Song
The Shortest Song
Yesterday, in class,
A voice did proclam,
"Mrs. Gillmore, your song you sang?"
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
[Up one octave]
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
No rhyme.
Only two lines.
Every day,
Mulitple times,
These two lines I do refrain.
Why?
I like music.
Therefore, I like poetry.
I love music.
Therefore, I love poetry.
Then, the voices say,
"Your song I sang."
But.
"Your song continues to repeat.
It will not leave."
More.
Surely, more lines must come.
No.
No more are needed.
For by repeat two.
They have arrived.
Work must now thrive
at
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
Then...
Pandora moves in
With her voices they do blend,
As fingers type,
Now no more hype,
For Mrs. Gillmore's song
Now long gone.
Until
The bell rings.
More students for whom to sing.
Ready?
For words you now know.
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
Yesterday, in class,
A voice did proclam,
"Mrs. Gillmore, your song you sang?"
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
[Up one octave]
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
No rhyme.
Only two lines.
Every day,
Mulitple times,
These two lines I do refrain.
Why?
I like music.
Therefore, I like poetry.
I love music.
Therefore, I love poetry.
Then, the voices say,
"Your song I sang."
But.
"Your song continues to repeat.
It will not leave."
More.
Surely, more lines must come.
No.
No more are needed.
For by repeat two.
They have arrived.
Work must now thrive
at
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
Then...
Pandora moves in
With her voices they do blend,
As fingers type,
Now no more hype,
For Mrs. Gillmore's song
Now long gone.
Until
The bell rings.
More students for whom to sing.
Ready?
For words you now know.
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
NPM - Poem 10 - Three Saved
Three Saved
Today, my life saved three,
As on that table I did bleed.
Sharing essence,
Surrounded by other adolescents,
Who each saved three,
As they, too, did bleed.
Leading by example,
Of this gift others will sample,
Providing life to others ample.
I stood.
I watched.
In with the tool.
As The Girl her life did duel.
Remain here?
Go there?
Her life saved
Because Life gave life to life.
For her a way was paved.
For before her,
Someone,
a friend,
a neighbor,
an unknown,
gave so three would be saved.
Give I will.
An example.
A heroine,
For today three I saved.
Give you will.
An example.
A hero. A heroine.
For once My Girl you saved.
Give we will.
Examples.
A hero. A heroine.
For 3 x Many we will save.
Today, my life saved three,
As on that table I did bleed.
Sharing essence,
Surrounded by other adolescents,
Who each saved three,
As they, too, did bleed.
Leading by example,
Of this gift others will sample,
Providing life to others ample.
I stood.
I watched.
In with the tool.
As The Girl her life did duel.
Remain here?
Go there?
Her life saved
Because Life gave life to life.
For her a way was paved.
For before her,
Someone,
a friend,
a neighbor,
an unknown,
gave so three would be saved.
Give I will.
An example.
A heroine,
For today three I saved.
Give you will.
An example.
A hero. A heroine.
For once My Girl you saved.
Give we will.
Examples.
A hero. A heroine.
For 3 x Many we will save.
Monday, April 9, 2018
NPM - Poem 9: The Outer Dead
The Outer Dead
This time of year,
When season springs so near,
farmers,
gardners,
horticulture want-to-bes
gather near the seed stands,
contemplating the layout of the lands,
imagining HGTV landscaping styles,
looking upon those cute seed packages simply beguiled.
Time s l o w down.
Take those
seconds,
minutes,
escapes in time,
to comtemplate,
reflect,
absorb
what those plants, flowers, shrubs, tree were
before they are.
Simply a seed.
Wrapped in a dead husk indeed.
A covering to be cast away,
Released,
Denied,
Overcome,
As Life gives life to life.
Before the seed,
the husk.
Before life,
The Life.
Then,
life abounds,
grows,
florishes,
expands into an explosion of colors.
Green.
Yellow.
Orange.
Red.
White.
Green.
All because, the husk died.
All because, Life gave life to life.
May we be that seed.
Husks receed.
A life freed.
Indeed.
This time of year,
When season springs so near,
farmers,
gardners,
horticulture want-to-bes
gather near the seed stands,
contemplating the layout of the lands,
imagining HGTV landscaping styles,
looking upon those cute seed packages simply beguiled.
Time s l o w down.
Take those
seconds,
minutes,
escapes in time,
to comtemplate,
reflect,
absorb
what those plants, flowers, shrubs, tree were
before they are.
Simply a seed.
Wrapped in a dead husk indeed.
A covering to be cast away,
Released,
Denied,
Overcome,
As Life gives life to life.
Before the seed,
the husk.
Before life,
The Life.
Then,
life abounds,
grows,
florishes,
expands into an explosion of colors.
Green.
Yellow.
Orange.
Red.
White.
Green.
All because, the husk died.
All because, Life gave life to life.
May we be that seed.
Husks receed.
A life freed.
Indeed.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
NPM - Poem 8: Happily Ever After
Happily Ever After
As the queen sits in her chair,
Breakfast delivered with a flair
By the The Man
Each morning
Cooked to perfection.
As the queen sits in her chair,
Breakfast delivered with a flair,
Oats of a fruitful variety,
With two pieces of sausage
Cooked to perfection.
As the queen sits in her chair,
Breakfast delivered with a flair,
She is served by The Man.
Her Man.
What a blessing.
The Queen and Her King
Live in the Gillmore Palace
Ruling over
One dog,
Two horses,
Other critters to remain nameless.
The Queen and Her King
Live in Gillmore Place
Along with Princess Holly,
Enjoying the visits of
Princess Julie,
Prince Nathan.
What a line of royalty,
Even if in their own bubble they live,
This image they do contrive.
To no other such loyalty.
And...
they lived happily ever after.
Saturday, April 7, 2018
NPM - Poem 7: The Sisterhood
The Sisterhood
Amanda
Everyone's daughter,
All things purple,
OCD, her middle name.
Amanda
Everyone's daughter,
All things purple,
OCD, her middle name.
Leslie
A doctor soon to be,
Leading by example,
Driving far to be near.
A doctor soon to be,
Leading by example,
Driving far to be near.
Sandra
Lover of the little K's,
The eye of an eagle,
Always greeting and smiling.
Sabreen
The mother of two,
This year renewed,
A smile for all.
A smile for all.
Mary Beth
Setting precedents,
Snapping pics,
Filling in slots.
Dr. Clara
So calm, soft-spoken,
Always encouraging,
Wise in all our eyes.
Nancy
Advocacy her middle name,
Passion for NBCTs,
Focused on her goal.
The ATNBC Sisterhood,
they are.
Advocacy her middle name,
Passion for NBCTs,
Focused on her goal.
The ATNBC Sisterhood,
they are.
Friday, April 6, 2018
NPM - Poem 6 - The Necessary Tools
The Necessary Tools
Gathered around a screen.
Supplies nearby...
Calendar.
Pen.
Phone.
Sticky notes.
Notepad.
Ready.
Gathered around a screen.
One by one the voices arrive.
The faces appear.
"You there?"
"I can see you, but I can't hear you."
"Hello!"
"I'm in my car."
Text messages begin.
"Password needed?"
"Be right there. I'm running late. Again!"
Greetings aside,
Business begins.
Decisions to make.
Ideas outbreak.
Traditions to forsake.
Questions to debate.
Awards uptake.
Conference to partake.
Ready?
Sitting in the parking lot.
Under that big light.
Internet connection sought.
There, brains connect to our delight.
Typing.
Scribbling.
Scrolling.
Time flies
15 minutes
30 minutes
45 minutes
An hour...already?
Yes, ready we are,
For, once again,
Technology stars.
There, the group discovered "I can."
I can meet.
I can plan.
I can question.
I can acquisition.
I can coordinate.
I can acclimate.
I just can.
Time for goodbyes.
"It's been great."
"Love talking to you all."
"Until next time."
"Shall we set a date?"
Gathered around a screen.
Connected by a phone.
Bonded with friendship and these machines.
Established there in that work zone.
Thank you, Mr. Internet and Ms. Air Waves.
Our lives too busy; time just saved.
Thank you...this evening you connected...
Friends.
Peers.
Leaders.
Decision makers.
Sisters.
Family
Conference partakers.
Just that simple, you see.
A conference call turns into The Conference.
All planned...just for thee.
Gathered around a screen.
Supplies nearby...
Calendar.
Pen.
Phone.
Sticky notes.
Notepad.
Ready.
Gathered around a screen.
One by one the voices arrive.
The faces appear.
"You there?"
"I can see you, but I can't hear you."
"Hello!"
"I'm in my car."
Text messages begin.
"Password needed?"
"Be right there. I'm running late. Again!"
Greetings aside,
Business begins.
Decisions to make.
Ideas outbreak.
Traditions to forsake.
Questions to debate.
Awards uptake.
Conference to partake.
Ready?
Sitting in the parking lot.
Under that big light.
Internet connection sought.
There, brains connect to our delight.
Typing.
Scribbling.
Scrolling.
Time flies
15 minutes
30 minutes
45 minutes
An hour...already?
Yes, ready we are,
For, once again,
Technology stars.
There, the group discovered "I can."
I can meet.
I can plan.
I can question.
I can acquisition.
I can coordinate.
I can acclimate.
I just can.
Time for goodbyes.
"It's been great."
"Love talking to you all."
"Until next time."
"Shall we set a date?"
Gathered around a screen.
Connected by a phone.
Bonded with friendship and these machines.
Established there in that work zone.
Thank you, Mr. Internet and Ms. Air Waves.
Our lives too busy; time just saved.
Thank you...this evening you connected...
Friends.
Peers.
Leaders.
Decision makers.
Sisters.
Family
Conference partakers.
Just that simple, you see.
A conference call turns into The Conference.
All planned...just for thee.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
NPM - Poem 5: Just a Second...or Two
Just a Second...or Two
Time is short.
Time is not mine.
Time thwarted.
Time is kind...just not mine.
Wish this could me longer.
But, time...just too demanding.
See you...yes, next time!
Time is short.
Time is not mine.
Time thwarted.
Time is kind...just not mine.
Wish this could me longer.
But, time...just too demanding.
See you...yes, next time!
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
NPM - Poem 4 - Our Love Grows
Our Love Grows
He came to us a 1.7 pounds, shy and small.
He grew.
He came to us with a voice, insistent and loud.
He grew.
He came to us untrained, frequent and inconsistent.
He grew.
He came to us with senses asleep, self-absorbed and focused.
He grew.
He came to us with full of love, wiggling and twisting.
He grew.
He came to us and grew and grew.
Now, he knows
No.
Treat?
Kaiser!
He came to us learning.
Tammy is Alpha Queen.
Jay is Alpha King.
Holly is Alpha Princess.
Where does this leave Kaiser?
Alpha Dog!
Lover of the inside.
Lover of running like a herd of horses.
Lover of "Holly's home!"
Forever changed we are,
For Kaiser adopted us.
We are his people.
To him we are equal.
Go, Kaiser!
Run, run, run!
Go, Kaiser!
Out, out, out!
Go, Kaiser!
You, dog! You messed again!?
Go, Kaiser!
I am so glad you joined our family.
Go, Kaiser!
He came to us a 1.7 pounds, shy and small.
He grew.
He came to us with a voice, insistent and loud.
He grew.
He came to us untrained, frequent and inconsistent.
He grew.
He came to us with senses asleep, self-absorbed and focused.
He grew.
He came to us with full of love, wiggling and twisting.
He grew.
He came to us and grew and grew.
Now, he knows
No.
Treat?
Kaiser!
He came to us learning.
Tammy is Alpha Queen.
Jay is Alpha King.
Holly is Alpha Princess.
Where does this leave Kaiser?
Alpha Dog!
Lover of the inside.
Lover of running like a herd of horses.
Lover of "Holly's home!"
Forever changed we are,
For Kaiser adopted us.
We are his people.
To him we are equal.
Go, Kaiser!
Run, run, run!
Go, Kaiser!
Out, out, out!
Go, Kaiser!
You, dog! You messed again!?
Go, Kaiser!
I am so glad you joined our family.
Go, Kaiser!
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
NPM - Poem 3 - Mother Nature's Letter
Mother Nature's Letter
Today, 76.
Tonight, 33.
Tomorrow, 54.
Today, windy.
Tonight, stormy.
Tomorrow, sunny.
From this, please allow me to explain,
I rule.
You do not.
Conquer me you have sought,
Your human strengths you brought,
Swimming in my currents.
Climbing my mountains.
Chasing my storms.
Flying from my peaks.
Braving my winds.
For some, I encourage
Your endeavors to flourish.
For some, I decline
Your eternity just defined.
Some say I am
a beast,
a protector,
a formidable foe,
a marvelous mother.
a friend to embrace and enjoy.
I say I am
created,
utilized,
activated,
increased,
decreased,
multiplied,
verified.
For He who made all
Made me at His Call.
My power is not my own.
My power is not yours to own.
At His beck and call, I simply am,
Said the Great I Am.
Blame me if you must.
But
He who made you
Made me from that same dust.
Enjoy me.
Spend time with me.
Be friendly to me.
Rejoice in all that I am.
Yes, friends lets be
spending time together,
in all kinds of weather,
respecting me through my various moods,
yielding to my multiple attitudes,
loving me,
hating me,
enjoying me,
yet always respecting me.
Sincerely,
Mother Nature
Today, 76.
Tonight, 33.
Tomorrow, 54.
Today, windy.
Tonight, stormy.
Tomorrow, sunny.
From this, please allow me to explain,
I rule.
You do not.
Conquer me you have sought,
Your human strengths you brought,
Swimming in my currents.
Climbing my mountains.
Chasing my storms.
Flying from my peaks.
Braving my winds.
For some, I encourage
Your endeavors to flourish.
For some, I decline
Your eternity just defined.
Some say I am
a beast,
a protector,
a formidable foe,
a marvelous mother.
a friend to embrace and enjoy.
I say I am
created,
utilized,
activated,
increased,
decreased,
multiplied,
verified.
For He who made all
Made me at His Call.
My power is not my own.
My power is not yours to own.
At His beck and call, I simply am,
Said the Great I Am.
Blame me if you must.
But
He who made you
Made me from that same dust.
Enjoy me.
Spend time with me.
Be friendly to me.
Rejoice in all that I am.
Yes, friends lets be
spending time together,
in all kinds of weather,
respecting me through my various moods,
yielding to my multiple attitudes,
loving me,
hating me,
enjoying me,
yet always respecting me.
Sincerely,
Mother Nature
Monday, April 2, 2018
NPM - Poem 2: Book Clubs
Book Clubs
Gathered - with friends, some near, some far.
Gathered - with peers, some new, some aging stars.
Gathered - with characters, some adoptable, some not.
Gathered - with foes, some conquered, some detained.
Gathered - with loves, some lost, some gained.
Around - tables, knees nearly touching.
Around - computers, fingers quickly typing.
Around - questions, diving into the nuggets.
Around - answers, securing needed knowledge.
Around - coffee, meals, feeding us as these literary creations astonish.
Books - our friends.
Books - our dreams.
Books - our journeys.
Books - our destination.
Books - more than a collection.
Gathered around books.
Gathered - with friends, some near, some far.
Gathered - with peers, some new, some aging stars.
Gathered - with characters, some adoptable, some not.
Gathered - with foes, some conquered, some detained.
Gathered - with loves, some lost, some gained.
Around - tables, knees nearly touching.
Around - computers, fingers quickly typing.
Around - questions, diving into the nuggets.
Around - answers, securing needed knowledge.
Around - coffee, meals, feeding us as these literary creations astonish.
Books - our friends.
Books - our dreams.
Books - our journeys.
Books - our destination.
Books - more than a collection.
Gathered around books.
Sunday, April 1, 2018
National Poetry Month: Poem 1
Today, welcomes National Poetry Month (as well, as Easter and April Fool's Day...but not fooling here!) Serious we are about filling these blank canvas posts this month with poetic creations.
This, the Epic for me! Also posted at Treasure Chest of Thoughts.
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Oh, the Challenge
Once a year, for 31 days,
creative juices blaze,
as word by word
line by line,
a literacy creation amazes.
This year, the epic.
A poem a day, creating such aesthetic
Images, appeals, memories, nothing generic.
Creations so unique,
Making here and there a tweak
Until draft becomes final.
Ideas sparked day by day.
To the brain they do convey.
Continuing to nag,
Treating that gray matter, much like a punching bag,
Until...until fingers meet keyboard,
Words no longer to horde.
Challenges issued.
The Epic.
The Sonnet.
The Limerick.
The Haiku.
Choose your challenge.
Join the fun!
The words you choose to manage.
By signing up below,
Prepare for the overflow
Of words, one by one,
Of lines, not to be outdone,
Of stanzas, of lines stacked.
Excited for your soon to be impact.
Here's to a month of poems,
Whether 21, 14, five, or three.
All beginning now you see.
Welcome to National Poetry Month!
This, the Epic for me! Also posted at Treasure Chest of Thoughts.
________________________
Oh, the Challenge
Once a year, for 31 days,
creative juices blaze,
as word by word
line by line,
a literacy creation amazes.
This year, the epic.
A poem a day, creating such aesthetic
Images, appeals, memories, nothing generic.
Creations so unique,
Making here and there a tweak
Until draft becomes final.
Ideas sparked day by day.
To the brain they do convey.
Continuing to nag,
Treating that gray matter, much like a punching bag,
Until...until fingers meet keyboard,
Words no longer to horde.
Challenges issued.
The Epic.
The Sonnet.
The Limerick.
The Haiku.
Choose your challenge.
Join the fun!
The words you choose to manage.
By signing up below,
Prepare for the overflow
Of words, one by one,
Of lines, not to be outdone,
Of stanzas, of lines stacked.
Excited for your soon to be impact.
Here's to a month of poems,
Whether 21, 14, five, or three.
All beginning now you see.
Welcome to National Poetry Month!
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