30 April 2009

Poem A Day Challenge ~ Days 28-30






The Cat and the Canary


Once there was a cat

Who loved to purr and meow

And also shared a song

With a yellow canary

And though they weren’t playful

They were truly friends.


And though they were friends

This bird and this cat

All they wanted was to be playful

And so the cat would meow

Loudly to the caged canary

And the two would sing their song.


And while it was a beautiful song

That the two shared as friends

The little yellow canary

And the pretty little cat,

While the cat continued to meow,

Found a way one day to be playful.


And now they could be playful

And sing their lovely song

While the cat continued to meow

Alongside his pretty friend

The friend of the cat

Was really a canary.


And though the canary

Enjoyed being playful

With his new friend, the cat

They continued to sing their song

And continued to be friends

While the cat continued to meow.


And while the cat continued to meow

To his pal the yellow canary

And the two became good friends

And found a way to be playful

They still sang their song

The canary and the cat.


I would love to hear the cat and his meow

As he sings his song with the yellow canary

And they become more playful and lifelong friends.


April 28, 2009 ~ Sestina Poem

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Never Mind


…And I was walking along the street

Looking for just the right thing

Are you paying attention to me?

Oh, never mind!


…I was talking on the phone with my friend

And we were making plans for the weekend.

Are you paying attention to me?

Oh, never mind!


Do you like this shirt?

Would you wear those shoes?

What do you want for supper tonight?

Oh, never mind!


Why don’t you hear me?

When will you see me?

Oh, never mind!

I am leaving you anyway.


April 29, 2009 ~ “Never _____” Poem

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Farewell


There are so many ways to say farewell:

Farewell, so long, adieu

Au Revoir, adios, goodbye

Cheerio, aloha, ma’a’salama

Well, you get my meaning.


Farewell is not forever, but for now

We will meet again, I am sure

So until that time arrives for us

I will simply say, “’Til then…”


April 30, 2009 ~ Farewell Poem

27 April 2009

Poetry Challenge - Days 17-27

All I want is ….


All I want is to be free

Free from the pain I feel


All I want is to love again

To allow my heart to be open


All I want is a home

A home to call my own


All I want is you

Forever by my side.


April 17, 2009 ~ “All I Want Is ______” Poem


Heaven and Earth


There is a magic in the air

As I gaze up at the sky

And watch the twinkling of light

Pour out of the night


As the light shines down through

The atmosphere to me

I imagine the color

That the twinkling star could be


The layers of gas surrounding the earth

Can’t capture the true beauty

Of the stars high above

And their true light shining down.


April 18, 2009 ~ Interaction Poem


Burial


There is a fire

Buried in the pit

Of my stomach

Each time I hear your name.


There is rage

Deep in my soul

Whenever I see

A picture of you.


There is an emotion

I just cannot described

Watching the dirt

At the burial of you.


April 19, 2009 ~ Angry Poem


Rebirth


Walking on the hot coals

No pain is felt

Only a love so pure

And so true


Walking on the hot coals

Complete awareness abounds

All sins are swept away

And life is here to stay


Walking on the hot coals

The old life is gone

And a new life is born

As if dead skin was torn.


April 20, 2009 ~ Rebirth Poem


Froggy Frog

Froggy Frog is here

Sitting on his lily pad;

Where is Slimey Snail?


April 21, 2009 ~ Haiku


You’re Fired!


You’re fired!

That’s all that was heard.

Ringing in the hallways

And rooms far away.


You’re fired!

There’s no reason why.

Just has to be changes

And you no longer fit.


You’re fired!

Say goodbye to your friends.

Don’t look back as you go.

Don’t leave stuff behind.


April 22, 2009 ~ Work-Related Poem


Regret, or the Lack of…


Regret is such a silly word

The choices we made are our own

We should learn as we go

To have a regret is a waste of time

Learn to live each day full

Learn to have no regrets


Regret is such a silly word

There’s no shame in our mistakes

We should keep our head high

And walk with shoulders so strong

And not waste a single moment

Wondering “What if?” or even “Why?”


Regret is such a silly word

When someone asks “What would you change?”

Simply smile at them and say

You have no regrets

The future is too full

To look at the past


April 23, 2009 ~ Regret Poem


Journey


I woke up this morning and looked outside

The sun was smiling with no clouds in sight

The thought of the hills and valleys ahead

Made me run straight for the car.


The road looked so inviting and long

I didn’t know where I was going

All I knew is I had to go…and fast!

As if time were running short.


The journey took me to new places

From desert to plains, from mountains to seas

I saw more of the country than I ever dreamed

And even spent some time on the sea.


As the day became night and the stars appeared

I looked to the heavens to get a glimpse of a plan

But followed my heart instead

Down the long, and ne’er-ending road ahead.


April 24, 2009 ~ Travel-Related Poem


The Wedding


The flowers are in place

The choir is prepared

The dress is all white

The tux is all black

The men are in line

The women not far behind

The rings are resting

On the pillow we share

The music begins

The room stands still

The doors swing open

As the bride steps down the aisle.


April 25, 2009 ~ An Event Poem


You Told Me You Love Me


You told me you love me

How could that be wrong

You told me you need me

Why can’t I be strong


You told me it happened

But never again

You told me you’re sorry

You are so such a pain


You told me you love me

Never thought you would lie

You told me forever

I thought I would die


Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you need me

Don’t tell me you’re sorry

When you never mean it anyway.


April 26, 2009 ~ Miscommunication Poem


Longing


My heart and soul is open

To the idea of romance

To the idea of love


My heart and soul is open

To the idea of forever

To the idea of you


My heart and soul is open

With a longing so dear

With a longing I fear


April 27, 2009 ~ Longing Poem

16 April 2009

Poetry Challenge Days 14-16

Day 14

Today, we were challenged to write a Love or Anti-Love poem. I tried to combine the two:


Love Sucks

Love sucks

Like a sour lemon

The initial taste is sweet

But it soon turns bitter.


Love bites

Like a horny mosquito

Looking for sweet nectar

Instead drawing blood.


Love breathes

Like wind through the trees

Softly at first

Then harsh like a storm.


Love lives

In my heart and my soul

For my family and friends

For the departed souls.


Day 15


For this poem, we were challenged to take a famous poem and rewrite it as our own. Much acknowledgement goes to Mr. William Shakespeare for his beautiful sonnets and especially for the one which inspire my rewrite: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day? - Sonnet XVIII



Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter’s Night?

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?

You aren’t more lovely than new fallen snow:

Cold temperatures do chill the morning air of December,

And winter’s lease is much, much too long:

Always too cold as the sun shines down,

And often is her white reflection bright;

And all the beauty from beauties drown,

By luck or nature’s unchanging course

But your everlasting winter will not fade

Nor keep possession of what you want;

But Life shall speak your wonder in her

When in everlasting time moves on:

For as long as we breathe and see.

This winter lives on and brings death to we.



Day 16


Today's challenge was to write a poem about a color. I chose one of my favorite colors:



Periwinkle Blue

Periwinkle blue

It sounds like a star in the sky

Periwinkle blue

Almost rhymes with Bullwinkle Moose.

Periwinkle blue

Is the color on my walls

Periwinkle blue

Is the color that I love.

Periwinkle blue

What a treasure to find

Periwinkle blue

What a color to see.

Periwinkle blue

Is always in my dreams

Periwinkle blue

Is the first thing I see.

13 April 2009

Received a Gift Today from Canada!

Recently, I found out that I was selected as the winner on Dream, Create, and Share. I received my gift today and am looking forward to using it. The journal was created by the blog owner, Tammy, and the stamps and ink are from Stampin' Up.


Thank you so much Tammy!

Poetry Challenge - Day 13

Hobbies


There are so many to choose from

I can’t pick just one!


It started with photography

Taking pictures that I love

My travels and family

My friends and pets.


Then came the writing

That I grew fond of

The poems, the stories

The secrets they hold.


I started to scrapbook

A few years ago

A way to organize

Those pictures I took.


Now it is cross-stitch

There’s so much to do

The patterns, the fabrics

The floss, and the rest.


Hobbies, more hobbies

There are so many to choose!

12 April 2009

Poetry Challenge Day 12



So we decided to join the Navy

So we decided to join the Navy
Our parents could not have been more proud
We thought we knew what we were getting into
Boy, we could not have been more wrong!

We went to the local recruiter
To decide the job we would do
We wanted to be a jet pilot
But we couldn’t get it approved.

So we decided to join the Navy
As generations have done so before
We were learning the basics in boot camp
While getting in shape as well!

We went to our first duty station
A ship so grey and so large
We trained to be a mechanic
To keep that big boat afloat.

So we decided to join the Navy
To wear our dress blues, rewarding
We held our heads up high;
So proud.

Poetry Challenge 2009

...I decided to give it a try this year. I thought about posting them on this blog as well, then thought "Nah!". Well, I decided to do it anyway. This initial post will be rather long so I can get you up-to-date. From here on, I will post every single day. Here are the first 11 poems for the Challenge:

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Kid

Baby

Child

Infant

Tot

Bother

Dupe

Jest

Mock

Even a baby goat!


April 1, 2009 ~ Origin Poem


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From the Outside Looking In

Looking through the glass

An abundance appears

Hot and cold, sour and sweet

An array of trays and aromas abound.

Looking through the glass

A vision appears

Swirling ball gowns and tails

They dance with glee and blissful sounds.

Looking through the glass

Tears begin to fall

As she stands in the cold

From the outside looking in.


April , 2009 ~ Outsider Poem


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The Problem With ______

The problem with life

It is cyclical in nature

The problem with love

It really never lasts

The problem with rain

Can we ever have enough


The problem with this poem

It just makes no sense.


April 3, 2009 ~ “The Problem with (blank)” Poem


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Mrs. Beasley

Some might think she’s a doll

Just by hearing her name

In reality, she’s a cat

Yet a doll just the same.

I went to adopt a new kitten

When I lost my dear old friend

(I had her for 17 years)

I had my heart set on another

But she chose us instead.

When the kennel was opened

She leaped out with a bound

I watched in amazement

With the bond that she found.

Mrs. Beasley is now

Just shy of a year

She’s fun and she’s playful

And has filled a void right here.


April 4, 2009 ~ Animal Poem


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The Old Man

He sat proudly on top of the mountain

Watching all of the action below

His face is worn from the years

Of exposure to the elements

The sun, the rain, the snow.

A day came along

When he grew weary

From the years he spent there

And the Old Man of the Mountain

Slid silently from his perch atop Mount Washington.


April 5, 2009 ~ Landmark Poem


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The Tooth ~ A Haiku

Born with only gums

We grow into our teeth

And then we lose one.


April 6, 2009 ~ Something Missing Poem


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Mud Pies

Excitement grows as the rain falls

Anxious to get out and play

Anticipation for the mud that forms

Dreaming of the pies that can be made

Momma let’s her go outside

With a stearn warning to keep away

From the mud puddles in the yard

Knowing that she will play there anyway

An hour goes by, then two

And momma calls her little girl in

She walks into the foyer

Covered from head to toe


April 7, 2009 ~ Clean or Dirty Poem


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Morning Routine

Wake up in the morning

Brush your teeth and hair

Pick out your clothes for the day

Eat breakfast on the run

Get to the office in a hurry

Push through until lunch

Back to the grind in an hour

Then leave for home at five


April 8, 2009 ~ Routine Poem


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In Memory of Grandma “Barbie”

She had a beautiful smile

Could lighten any room

Her laugh was contagious

Made everyone laugh as well

Her love was empowering

Enough to cause a swell

She took amazing pictures

Of people, of animals, of bugs

She gave of herself generously

Until the day she was gone.

April 9, 2009 ~ Memory Poem


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T.G.I.F.

What a cliché

Thank God it’s Friday

As if it were no ordinary day.

The work week has ended

And it’s to the bars we go

To drink away our sorrows

From the previous days.

What a cliché

Thank God it’s Friday

As if it were no ordinary day.

The weekend is upon us

The parties are planned

Which one should I go to

Do I even give a damn!

What a cliché

Thank God it’s Friday

It’s no special day.


April 10, 2009 ~ Friday Poem


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The Licorice Stick

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do

That’s the first thing I remember

About my licorice stick

The first time I played a tune

Long, sleek and black

And a sound that tastes so sweet

Low droning tones to

High melodious sounds

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do

The second scale I learned

As my fingers slid over

The shiny silver keys

Benny Goodman once stated

“That’s my favorite licorice stick”

Although one might think of candy

My favorite licorice stick is a clarinet

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do

Now I think I’m ready

To make my licorice stick sing

And fill the room with song.


April 11, 2009 ~ Object Poem


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Be sure to check out Poetic Asides for more of the Poetry Challenge 2009!

10 April 2009

Publishing

Ok, so I want to get published. I feel my writing is adequate enough, but will it sell? My primary question is where do I begin? Does anyone out there have any suggestions on where to start, publishing houses that may be looking for new writers, etc? How did you get your start?