New year,
new fear.
Resolve
to dissolve
fear.
Unseasonably Warm Winter Days
Warm weather,
no sweater.
Play in the sun,
perfect for a run.
Wrong season,
spring teasin'.
Will it be cold later?
Global warming hater.
no sweater.
Play in the sun,
perfect for a run.
Wrong season,
spring teasin'.
Will it be cold later?
Global warming hater.
All Good Things Must Come to an End
Fallen pines line
the street.
Puddles of needles
pool under the
skeletal remains.
Casualties of the season.
Cat and Mouse
'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
you could hear the cat purring,
he had just eaten a mouse.
The mouse lounged lazily
in the fat cat's belly
contemplating his fate,
which was rather smelly.
"This situation's no good,
I don't want to be here.
If I don't get out soon
I'll miss Christmas this year."
The mouse got on his four paws.
He swayed and he wiggled.
The more the mouse danced,
the more the cat giggled.
Between purrs and giggles,
the cat was convulsing.
The mouse's dance moves
had cat's belly pulsing.
Finally the cat couldn't take it,
he gave a lurch and a gack.
Out shot the mouse,
who landed on his back.
Mouse picked himself up
and zipped through the door.
He was home for Christmas,
he couldn't ask for anything more.
The cat on the other hand
was unbelievably tired.
He slept through Christmas
and from mouse hunting he retired.
and all through the house
you could hear the cat purring,
he had just eaten a mouse.
The mouse lounged lazily
in the fat cat's belly
contemplating his fate,
which was rather smelly.
"This situation's no good,
I don't want to be here.
If I don't get out soon
I'll miss Christmas this year."
The mouse got on his four paws.
He swayed and he wiggled.
The more the mouse danced,
the more the cat giggled.
Between purrs and giggles,
the cat was convulsing.
The mouse's dance moves
had cat's belly pulsing.
Finally the cat couldn't take it,
he gave a lurch and a gack.
Out shot the mouse,
who landed on his back.
Mouse picked himself up
and zipped through the door.
He was home for Christmas,
he couldn't ask for anything more.
The cat on the other hand
was unbelievably tired.
He slept through Christmas
and from mouse hunting he retired.
New Dog, Old Trick
I am hungry,
but have to wait.
Feels like forever
since I ate.
How long you ask?
About an hour!
Need more than kibble -
got no willpower.
I nibble the couch,
the people yell.
Then suddenly
I smell THE smell.
A fresh rawhide!
They fell for my trick.
I eat furniture
and get a treat quick.
but have to wait.
Feels like forever
since I ate.
How long you ask?
About an hour!
Need more than kibble -
got no willpower.
I nibble the couch,
the people yell.
Then suddenly
I smell THE smell.
A fresh rawhide!
They fell for my trick.
I eat furniture
and get a treat quick.
Last Minute Shopping
I rush,
I scurry.
I shop,
I worry.
A want?
A need?
Something to wear,
something to read?
Pressure's on,
money's tight.
Over socks,
I saw a fight!
Seven days
until the Eve,
this store
I wanna leave.
I scurry.
I shop,
I worry.
A want?
A need?
Something to wear,
something to read?
Pressure's on,
money's tight.
Over socks,
I saw a fight!
Seven days
until the Eve,
this store
I wanna leave.
Who Am I?
I have eight legs,
all of them hairy.
Harmless to people,
but some think me scary.
I creep out at night,
crawling from my burrow.
I eat insects,
I'm very thorough.
My skeleton is
on the outside.
I molt when I grow,
folks think I've died.
Who am I?
all of them hairy.
Harmless to people,
but some think me scary.
I creep out at night,
crawling from my burrow.
I eat insects,
I'm very thorough.
My skeleton is
on the outside.
I molt when I grow,
folks think I've died.
Who am I?
Counting Sheep
I'm so tired,
I can not sleep.
Wide awake,
I count sheep.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
can be a bore.
I'm still tired,
I count once more,
until the sheep
are at the door.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
is such a chore.
My eyes droop,
my ears thrum.
Counting sheep
is getting dumb.
I want sleep,
I close my eyes.
I start to snooze
until...surprise!
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
I fall asleep
upon the floor.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I can not sleep.
Wide awake,
I count sheep.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
can be a bore.
I'm still tired,
I count once more,
until the sheep
are at the door.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
is such a chore.
My eyes droop,
my ears thrum.
Counting sheep
is getting dumb.
I want sleep,
I close my eyes.
I start to snooze
until...surprise!
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
I fall asleep
upon the floor.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Rain in the Woods
Drops plop,
puddles fill.
Frogs hop,
peepers trill.
Newts scoot
across the trail.
On leafy boats
fire ants sail.
puddles fill.
Frogs hop,
peepers trill.
Newts scoot
across the trail.
On leafy boats
fire ants sail.
Seasonal Closet Changes
tank tops
sleeveless shirts
sun dresses
flowered skirts
put up
put away
winter clothes
out today
sweats
sweatshirts
jeans
wool skirts
sleeveless shirts
sun dresses
flowered skirts
put up
put away
winter clothes
out today
sweats
sweatshirts
jeans
wool skirts
Deep Thoughts Defrost
Windshield is fitted
with a crusty
layer of ice.
We sit
in a bubble
waiting
for clarity.
with a crusty
layer of ice.
We sit
in a bubble
waiting
for clarity.
Alternate Transportation
Driving when it's wet
makes me sweat.
Cars still jet,
but I won't fret.
I'll avoid the threat
by walking my pet.
Rain coat on, I'm set.
Exercise I get.
I'll even bet
this is the best day yet.
makes me sweat.
Cars still jet,
but I won't fret.
I'll avoid the threat
by walking my pet.
Rain coat on, I'm set.
Exercise I get.
I'll even bet
this is the best day yet.
Tuesday Morning Quarterback
Whistles blow,
off sides.
Grunts and groans,
helmets collide.
Line of scrimmage,
running game.
Our team lost,
refs to blame.
off sides.
Grunts and groans,
helmets collide.
Line of scrimmage,
running game.
Our team lost,
refs to blame.
Self Talk
The glowing green light
of the smoke alarm
is here to protect me
not to do me harm.
I tell myself this
every single night
to keep myself
from nightly fright.
of the smoke alarm
is here to protect me
not to do me harm.
I tell myself this
every single night
to keep myself
from nightly fright.
Best of Show
Petite paws
heel, trot, stop
Fur long,
like a mop.
Tail held high,
pedigree.
Ears perked up,
Show Doggy.
heel, trot, stop
Fur long,
like a mop.
Tail held high,
pedigree.
Ears perked up,
Show Doggy.
Who is Coming for Dinner?
Gobble-gobble...
The farmer's acting quirky,
And a little bit jerky.
...gobble-gobble...
His wife is acting perky -
Her smile is very smirky.
...gobble-gobble...
I fear my future's murky...
I found out dinner's turkey!
...gobble-gobble...GULP!
Happy Thanksgiving?
Happy Thanksgiving?
After the Rain
tip toe
gutter flow
after the rain
soggy soil
strolling toil
after the rain
worms creep
wrens cheep
after the rain
breathe clean
future's green
after the rain
gutter flow
after the rain
soggy soil
strolling toil
after the rain
worms creep
wrens cheep
after the rain
breathe clean
future's green
after the rain
November is for Adoption, Too!
When the air chills
on November days,
we busy ourselves
in thankful ways.
During this month
another option
is celebrating
the joys of adoption.
on November days,
we busy ourselves
in thankful ways.
During this month
another option
is celebrating
the joys of adoption.
Seasonal Fallout
The
autumn trees
explode
with
color -
orange,
yellow, red.
The
fallout
flutters
and
floats
d
o
w
n
to
the ground.
I stomp,
fling
and
crunch
my
way
through
the
season -
until all
the leaves
take their
leave
and the
branches
are bare.
Mellow Man
He makes a point
to slow down.
He breathes deep
and looks around.
He stays alert
and aware,
keeps his life
real and rare.
But pressures
make it hard.
Inner peace
he must guard.
When he sleeps
and eats good food,
he becomes
a Zen dude.
to slow down.
He breathes deep
and looks around.
He stays alert
and aware,
keeps his life
real and rare.
But pressures
make it hard.
Inner peace
he must guard.
When he sleeps
and eats good food,
he becomes
a Zen dude.
Moving Day
Box after box
into the truck.
Last is the couch -
oh no, it's stuck!
Slide, stack, and wedge -
everything's in.
At the new house
unpacking begins.
into the truck.
Last is the couch -
oh no, it's stuck!
Slide, stack, and wedge -
everything's in.
At the new house
unpacking begins.
Bed Bouncing
I bounce
real high
when I try
to touch the sky
instead I cry
and scream, "why?"
because I
smacked my thigh.
*sigh*
real high
when I try
to touch the sky
instead I cry
and scream, "why?"
because I
smacked my thigh.
*sigh*
Looking At Me Looking At You
I opened the blinds
and got a surprise,
a brown grasshopper's
staring me in the eyes.
Clinging to the screen
with all of his might,
not sure who had
the bigger fright.
and got a surprise,
a brown grasshopper's
staring me in the eyes.
Clinging to the screen
with all of his might,
not sure who had
the bigger fright.
Honor Our Veterans
Veterans
are the ones
who put country first
despite their fears,
the danger,
the odds.
Honor our Veterans
today
and
everyday.
Crazy Eights
Dealer deals
seven cards.
Getting eights
is really hard.
I pick and pick
then discard.
Mom and I
playing cards.
seven cards.
Getting eights
is really hard.
I pick and pick
then discard.
Mom and I
playing cards.
An Unexpected Encounter
A curve in the path
opens into a
clearing.
A coyote and I
lock eyes
surprised
to be standing
two feet apart.
After our mutual
"oh my" moment
we look away
then depart
in opposite directions.
We check
over our shoulders
to see that
the other species
continues
to retreat
until we are too far
apart
to see each others eyes.
opens into a
clearing.
A coyote and I
lock eyes
surprised
to be standing
two feet apart.
After our mutual
"oh my" moment
we look away
then depart
in opposite directions.
We check
over our shoulders
to see that
the other species
continues
to retreat
until we are too far
apart
to see each others eyes.
RIP Jack O'Lantern
I have dark spots,
my mouth now droops.
My flesh and skin
has turned to goop.
I'm not a zombie,
my name is Jack.
I used to shine bright,
now my guts are black.
In the compost heap
I currently sit.
I'm decomposing
lickity-split.
Soon I will be
mixed into the ground
helping next year's crop
become plump and round.
my mouth now droops.
My flesh and skin
has turned to goop.
I'm not a zombie,
my name is Jack.
I used to shine bright,
now my guts are black.
In the compost heap
I currently sit.
I'm decomposing
lickity-split.
Soon I will be
mixed into the ground
helping next year's crop
become plump and round.
Unexpected Weather
Trashcan banged,
a blustery gust.
Steady rain
smoothing dust.
Surprising
midnight storm.
In November,
not the norm.
a blustery gust.
Steady rain
smoothing dust.
Surprising
midnight storm.
In November,
not the norm.
Mortimer Minute for Poetry Friday
Huge thank you to Linda Baie at Teacher Dance for tagging me in The Mortimer Minute Children's Poetry Blog Hop! She also happens to be the host of this week's Poetry Friday Roundup! Hop on over and nibble on some amazing poetry!
Started by children's poet and author Janet Wong several week's ago, I get to enjoy Mortimer's company this week, soothing his sore belly after a night of Trick-or-Treating. Here's another carrot, Dear Mortimer...
I'm supposed to answer one question from the person who tagged me (Linda) then add two of my own. Finally, I will tag another blogger and Mortimer will be on his way..
The question I chose to answer from Linda's Hop is: "What is one funny poem you can recite that you use for children?"
I love the following poem both for it's lay out on the page (screen) and its repeated use of "bit". Mortimer approved of my choice...
Rabbit
by Mary Ann Hoberman
A rabbit
Bit
A little bit
An itty-bitty
Little bit of beet
Then bit
By bit
He bit
Because he liked the taste of it
My questions:
Why do you post a poem EVERYday?
In a word: practice. I am trying to improve my skills and the best way to do this is by practicing my skills. I am not always successful with my poetry, but once in a while I create a gem. By posting my poetry daily on a blog I am held accountable to my small, but loyal, group of readers. *waves and mouths thank you to each and everyone of you*
Are your poems autobiographical and/or about your family?
I am actually asked this question a lot. Sometimes they are about me and/or my family (though the names have been changed) and sometimes they are just random streams of my consciousness. Once I wrote a poem about a child getting a huge snarl in her hair and she has to get a haircut. After I posted that poem I had several family members asking if it was about one of my girls who have VERY long hair (down to their waist). It wasn't, it was just a funny thought I had one day.
Little Willow is a bookseller, writer, actress, and webdesigner, among other things. At her blog, Bildungsroman, you'll find her book review, exclusive interviews with authors, and booklists galore. Wondering where does her blog get its name? Dictionary.com defines a bildungsroman as "a novel whose principal subject is the moral, psychological, and intellectual development of a usually youthful main character." And though her blog has an emphasis on YA fiction, LW also reads and reviews books for younger audiences as well as adults. Drop by sometime!
Started by children's poet and author Janet Wong several week's ago, I get to enjoy Mortimer's company this week, soothing his sore belly after a night of Trick-or-Treating. Here's another carrot, Dear Mortimer...
I'm supposed to answer one question from the person who tagged me (Linda) then add two of my own. Finally, I will tag another blogger and Mortimer will be on his way..
The question I chose to answer from Linda's Hop is: "What is one funny poem you can recite that you use for children?"
I love the following poem both for it's lay out on the page (screen) and its repeated use of "bit". Mortimer approved of my choice...
Rabbit
by Mary Ann Hoberman
A rabbit
Bit
A little bit
An itty-bitty
Little bit of beet
Then bit
By bit
He bit
Because he liked the taste of it
My questions:
Why do you post a poem EVERYday?
In a word: practice. I am trying to improve my skills and the best way to do this is by practicing my skills. I am not always successful with my poetry, but once in a while I create a gem. By posting my poetry daily on a blog I am held accountable to my small, but loyal, group of readers. *waves and mouths thank you to each and everyone of you*
Are your poems autobiographical and/or about your family?
I am actually asked this question a lot. Sometimes they are about me and/or my family (though the names have been changed) and sometimes they are just random streams of my consciousness. Once I wrote a poem about a child getting a huge snarl in her hair and she has to get a haircut. After I posted that poem I had several family members asking if it was about one of my girls who have VERY long hair (down to their waist). It wasn't, it was just a funny thought I had one day.
That's it for my part of the HOP, now I pass Mortimer and his stash of carrots to...
| Little Willow! |
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Rock the Rock Webdesign:
It's All About the Candy
Most trick or treaters
are big time eaters
of good ol' Halloween candy.
Whether they be witches
or ghouls with stitches,
as doorbell ringers they're dandy.
Imagine my fright
on Halloween night
when my candy bowl is bare!
I rush to the store,
buy Snickers and more.
It's expensive, but I don't care.
Let the doorbell ring,
to the door I bring
more candy than will fit in my bowl.
Each trick or treater
is that much sweeter
because of the candy I dole.
are big time eaters
of good ol' Halloween candy.
Whether they be witches
or ghouls with stitches,
as doorbell ringers they're dandy.
Imagine my fright
on Halloween night
when my candy bowl is bare!
I rush to the store,
buy Snickers and more.
It's expensive, but I don't care.
Let the doorbell ring,
to the door I bring
more candy than will fit in my bowl.
Each trick or treater
is that much sweeter
because of the candy I dole.
Unfamiliar Feeling
My arm hairs
stand on end.
Bumps stretch
across my flesh.
I actually need to
wear a sweater.
And pants.
What is this feeling?
Could it be
that I am cold?
stand on end.
Bumps stretch
across my flesh.
I actually need to
wear a sweater.
And pants.
What is this feeling?
Could it be
that I am cold?
I Spoke the Truth
I spoke up,
I spoke out,
now I am
freaking out.
Am I in trouble?
Are you mad?
Did my words
make you sad?
Phew, you're smiling...
big relief!
You won't give me
any grief?
I just said
what was true,
just like friends
should always do.
I spoke out,
now I am
freaking out.
Am I in trouble?
Are you mad?
Did my words
make you sad?
Phew, you're smiling...
big relief!
You won't give me
any grief?
I just said
what was true,
just like friends
should always do.
Splish the Fish
Splish the fish
swims swish, swish.
After a week
he's strong, not weak.
Hope he stays alive
and continues to thrive.
swims swish, swish.
After a week
he's strong, not weak.
Hope he stays alive
and continues to thrive.
What Month Is It?
Got a big surprise
at the store today.
Looking for costumes
I found Christmas displays.
I searched the aisles
for ghosts and ghouls,
instead all I found
were Christmas jewels.
I looked for pumpkins,
but found lighted trees.
Festive ornaments
instead of bulk candy.
What month is it?
October, right?
Then why is Santa
giving me a fright?
Stores seem confused by
the calendar dates.
Buying for Halloween?
It's already too late.
at the store today.
Looking for costumes
I found Christmas displays.
I searched the aisles
for ghosts and ghouls,
instead all I found
were Christmas jewels.
I looked for pumpkins,
but found lighted trees.
Festive ornaments
instead of bulk candy.
What month is it?
October, right?
Then why is Santa
giving me a fright?
Stores seem confused by
the calendar dates.
Buying for Halloween?
It's already too late.
Wee Wednesday Weader: Spontaneous Parent Story
Today's "Weader" is me, but I'm not "weading" a poem, but rather sharing a story. Below is my Spontaneous (Planned) Story of how I became a Mom, twice. I performed my story on October 3rd at Odyssey Storytellers here in Tucson, AZ in front of a live audience. It's about 6 minutes long...please disregard my not so flattering image on the video, but instead tune into the story and the storytelling.They are what is important. :)
Broken Car Blues
click
clack
grumble
crack
squeal
groan
rumble
drone
car noises
don't belong
car's broken
repair song
clack
grumble
crack
squeal
groan
rumble
drone
car noises
don't belong
car's broken
repair song
Sweet Nothings for my Sweet on Sweetest Day
Come here, Tootsie (Roll),
let me give you a Kiss!
I love you more
than all the Starbursts
in the Milky Way!
I'll never Snicker at
your Whopper laugh.
Your smile gives me
(Almond) Joy!
Please don't Skittle away
from my Butterfingers.
It makes my heart
Krackle and Crunch when
you act like a Baby (Ruth).
You are as sweet
as a Bit O' Honey.
Let's run off to 5th Avenue
on Pay Day and leave
Mr. Goodbar and those
3 Musketeers behind!
Happy Sweetest Day, My Sweet!
let me give you a Kiss!
I love you more
than all the Starbursts
in the Milky Way!
I'll never Snicker at
your Whopper laugh.
Your smile gives me
(Almond) Joy!
Please don't Skittle away
from my Butterfingers.
It makes my heart
Krackle and Crunch when
you act like a Baby (Ruth).
You are as sweet
as a Bit O' Honey.
Let's run off to 5th Avenue
on Pay Day and leave
Mr. Goodbar and those
3 Musketeers behind!
Happy Sweetest Day, My Sweet!
Midnight Mastermind
Woke up in the night,
had all my problems solved.
But by the morning light,
my solutions had dissolved.
had all my problems solved.
But by the morning light,
my solutions had dissolved.
Contemplative Child
She stares off
to the left,
eyes unfocused,
mouth set.
Is she bored?
Angry?
Indifferent?
Or is she thinking
deeper thoughts
than we give her
credit for?
to the left,
eyes unfocused,
mouth set.
Is she bored?
Angry?
Indifferent?
Or is she thinking
deeper thoughts
than we give her
credit for?
Transportation
The sounds of
early morning traffic
ebb and flow
like waves crashing
on the shoreline
of her dreams.
early morning traffic
ebb and flow
like waves crashing
on the shoreline
of her dreams.
Group Aerobics Class
kick
kick
jump
slide-slide
left
left
right
*collide*
oof
oof
ouch
apologize
hop
hop
stretch
floor exercise
kick
jump
slide-slide
left
left
right
*collide*
oof
oof
ouch
apologize
hop
hop
stretch
floor exercise
Vegetable or Decoration?
Shiny gourds,
heaped upon
the red,
brown,
gold,
and orange
fabric leaves
down the center
of our table
reminds visitors
of the season,
warts and all.
heaped upon
the red,
brown,
gold,
and orange
fabric leaves
down the center
of our table
reminds visitors
of the season,
warts and all.
Cold Foot
Woke up late,
one step behind.
My left shoe
I can not find.
On the bus
in one sock,
driver's in
a state of shock.
one step behind.
My left shoe
I can not find.
On the bus
in one sock,
driver's in
a state of shock.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": Dawn Patrol
Propane ignites,
balloons take flight.
Glowing light,
amazing sight!
Today's poem is inspired by the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta Dawn Patrol...the first line of balloons that take flight just before sunrise. Truly an amazing sight!
balloons take flight.
Glowing light,
amazing sight!
Today's poem is inspired by the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta Dawn Patrol...the first line of balloons that take flight just before sunrise. Truly an amazing sight!
Caution: Snail Crossing
Look here
a slimy smear
crisscrossing
my walk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
I step - CRUNCH -
and balk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
I crouch down
to gawk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
cracked shell behind
a stalk.
a slimy smear
crisscrossing
my walk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
I step - CRUNCH -
and balk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
I crouch down
to gawk.
Look here
a slimy smear,
cracked shell behind
a stalk.
Decidely Dirty
On my belly,
between my toes,
messy globs
on my clothes.
Under my nails,
on the floor,
Mom barely let me
through the door.
A hot shower
with bubbly soap,
I'm finally clean,
now mom can cope.
between my toes,
messy globs
on my clothes.
Under my nails,
on the floor,
Mom barely let me
through the door.
A hot shower
with bubbly soap,
I'm finally clean,
now mom can cope.
Homework Time
Gotta finish
my homework.
If I don't
I'll go berserk.
Math, spelling,
social studies -
when I'm done
time for buddies.
my homework.
If I don't
I'll go berserk.
Math, spelling,
social studies -
when I'm done
time for buddies.
Momster
Look out,
Mom's mad.
On the prowl
for anything bad.
Scowling,
grumbling,
storming,
mumbling.
Steer clear,
let her pass.
Keep quiet,
do not sass.
Eventually
she calms down.
A big smile
replaced her frown.
Mom's mad.
On the prowl
for anything bad.
Scowling,
grumbling,
storming,
mumbling.
Steer clear,
let her pass.
Keep quiet,
do not sass.
Eventually
she calms down.
A big smile
replaced her frown.
First Cold of the Season
droopy eyes
drippy nose
whimpered cries
midday doze
sneezy spray
gotta cold
stay away
you've been told
drippy nose
whimpered cries
midday doze
sneezy spray
gotta cold
stay away
you've been told
Early Birds
tweet-tweet
squawk-flap
chirup-chirp
tap-tap-tap
early morning
avian symphony
a cacophony
playing just for me
squawk-flap
chirup-chirp
tap-tap-tap
early morning
avian symphony
a cacophony
playing just for me
Must. Have. Coffee.
Window blinds tapped,
kept me awake.
Being "with it"
I'll have to fake.
"Want some coffee?"
I do today!
2 cups to think,
1 more to play.
kept me awake.
Being "with it"
I'll have to fake.
"Want some coffee?"
I do today!
2 cups to think,
1 more to play.
Thursday
Thursday.
A challenging day
just by its
placement
within the week.
I feel good to
make it past
Wednesday
- Hump Day -
but I'm still not
yet to Friday
- the gateway to
the weekend.
Thursday.
Always landing
between
the middle and the end
of the week.
Every week.
I will try
to make it through
today.
Thursday.
A challenging day
just by its
placement
within the week.
I feel good to
make it past
Wednesday
- Hump Day -
but I'm still not
yet to Friday
- the gateway to
the weekend.
Thursday.
Always landing
between
the middle and the end
of the week.
Every week.
I will try
to make it through
today.
Thursday.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": Sword Master
I fire
and forge.
I form
a sword.
I hammer
hot steel.
The thumping
I feel.
I end
my day
with fun
sword play.
Gargantuan thank you to this week's "Weader", Tony, and his brother, Andy, for sharing their mad blacksmithing skills! Cool...or hot if you are standing in front of that oven!
and forge.
I form
a sword.
I hammer
hot steel.
The thumping
I feel.
I end
my day
with fun
sword play.
Gargantuan thank you to this week's "Weader", Tony, and his brother, Andy, for sharing their mad blacksmithing skills! Cool...or hot if you are standing in front of that oven!
Cool Air
Woke to
a chill,
a crispness,
goosebumps
I feel.
Weather change,
sun's angle shifts,
with Autumn
my spirits lift.
a chill,
a crispness,
goosebumps
I feel.
Weather change,
sun's angle shifts,
with Autumn
my spirits lift.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": Puppy Jump
What is that lump,
that blankety bump,
with a furry rump?
Peekaboo!
Puppy jump!
Puppy hugs and whisker kisses to this week's "Weader", Smidgey, for letting the world in on her blanket and cheese habit! (Special thanks to dog handler/poetry helper, Joe, for voicing the poem.) Woof!
that blankety bump,
with a furry rump?
Peekaboo!
Puppy jump!
Monday Morning Mishaps
Woke up late,
missed the bus.
Dad drove me
with a great fuss.
At school I see
I have no lunch.
Teacher gave me
carrots to munch.
Can't wait to say
goodbye to today,
then Monday will be
a week away.
missed the bus.
Dad drove me
with a great fuss.
At school I see
I have no lunch.
Teacher gave me
carrots to munch.
Can't wait to say
goodbye to today,
then Monday will be
a week away.
Blabber Mouth
When she
let the cat out of the bag
the can of worms
burst open
causing her to
spill the beans.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": Doll Friend
With bright eyes
and a button nose,
my doll and I
wear similar clothes.
My doll is my friend,
though she is a toy.
Playing with her
brings me much joy.
I whisper my secrets
or we drink tea.
My special doll
is perfect for me.
Epic thank you to this week's :Weader", Maureen, who truly is a "living doll"!
and a button nose,
my doll and I
wear similar clothes.
My doll is my friend,
though she is a toy.
Playing with her
brings me much joy.
I whisper my secrets
or we drink tea.
My special doll
is perfect for me.
Epic thank you to this week's :Weader", Maureen, who truly is a "living doll"!
Cat-astrophe Limerick
There were two kittens who
Liked to sleep in my shoe.
Sidled toe to heel,
Not sure the appeal.
My foot caused a loud mew.
Liked to sleep in my shoe.
Sidled toe to heel,
Not sure the appeal.
My foot caused a loud mew.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": American Born Aussie
I was born in the U.S.,
But grew up in Oz.
I speak English,
But people pause.
They don't understand
What I've just said.
Their puzzled looks
I always dread.Colossal thank you to this week's "Weader", Nathan, for being the American Born Aussie that he is with the COOL accent! G'day mate!
Happy Labor Day!
No school today,
We have a day to play,
All because it's Labor Day!
Who's Mr. Labor anyway?
And how'd he score this holiday?
I'm thankful either way...
A day off school is A-OK!
Hip-hip-hooray!
We have a day to play,
All because it's Labor Day!
Who's Mr. Labor anyway?
And how'd he score this holiday?
I'm thankful either way...
A day off school is A-OK!
Hip-hip-hooray!
Belted Serpent
Half coiled,
the scales of the braided leather
are camouflaged
in the weave of the carpet.
I don't realize
the danger of
the bedroom floor terrain
until it is too late -
OUCH!
The bucklemouth
strikes
my foot.
the scales of the braided leather
are camouflaged
in the weave of the carpet.
I don't realize
the danger of
the bedroom floor terrain
until it is too late -
OUCH!
The bucklemouth
strikes
my foot.
Impatient Patient
I am early,
Dentist is late.
Dumb magazines
Are my fate.
Mouth wide open,
Cheek and gum numb.
Maybe those magazines
Weren't so dumb.
Dentist is late.
Dumb magazines
Are my fate.
Mouth wide open,
Cheek and gum numb.
Maybe those magazines
Weren't so dumb.
Wee Wednesday "Weaders": Police Pair (A Poem in Two Voices)
Call 9-1-1
I answer the phone
You may meet me
In a speed zone
We work to help you.
And keep the peace.
We are here for you.
We are the police.Huge THANK YOU to this week's "Weaders", Bill and Christina, for being excellent police department employees and wonderful "weaders"!
Crickets in the Kitchen
Crickets in the kitchen -
Under there?
I hear them here
And everywhere!
Flashlight drawn,
I check around.
I'll keep looking
'Til they're found.
Incessant chirping -
I can't sleep!
But by sunrise,
Not a peep...
Ugh!
Under there?
I hear them here
And everywhere!
Flashlight drawn,
I check around.
I'll keep looking
'Til they're found.
Incessant chirping -
I can't sleep!
But by sunrise,
Not a peep...
Ugh!
Book Bookmark
Book in book,
That's how I roll.
"You'll break the spine!"
Mom's so droll.
I look closely...uh-oh,
The spine is cracked.
Maybe Mom's right?
I give my head a smack!
That's how I roll.
"You'll break the spine!"
Mom's so droll.
I look closely...uh-oh,
The spine is cracked.
Maybe Mom's right?
I give my head a smack!
Saturday Chores
Music boom-boom-booms
As I do my chores.
My hips boom-boom-boom,
As I mop the floors.
As I do my chores.
My hips boom-boom-boom,
As I mop the floors.
Three Little Words
"I am sorry" is just
water mist
hovering
between two people -
one waits for amends,
the other, forgiveness.
The apology means
nothing
without both.
water mist
hovering
between two people -
one waits for amends,
the other, forgiveness.
The apology means
nothing
without both.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": Back to School Blues
Homework stress,
Deadline dread.
Do test scores matter
When I'm dead?
Monumental thank you to this week's "Weader", Colleen, for taking time out of her studying to share a glimpse into her world of academia. :o)
Deadline dread.
Do test scores matter
When I'm dead?
Monumental thank you to this week's "Weader", Colleen, for taking time out of her studying to share a glimpse into her world of academia. :o)
Test Results
The bright red
mark
on my test -
a five letter
separation
between
praise or punishment.
Late Night Laps
Darkness
shrouds
the glowing ripples.
Splash,
splunk,
and
heavy breathing
are the only
sounds
coming from
the sleek
form
gliding
through
the liquid blue.
Back and forth.
Up and back.
Night swimming.
Late
The school parking lot
is deserted -
not a car,
bike,
teacher or child
to be seen.
Except her.
A hunched form
to be seen.
Except her.
A hunched form
huddled
behind the planter,
shadowed and forlorn.
My daughter
whom I've kept
waiting.
whom I've kept
waiting.
I roll to the curb.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.
We share
a Chocolate Chip
apology.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.
We share
a Chocolate Chip
apology.
Red Ripe Who Am I
I wear a green beret,
With a stem tassel.
I'm a dimpled fellow,
Eaten without hassle.
When ripe I'm red,
Sticky, juicy, sweet.
High in Vitamin C,
I'm great to eat.
Who am I?
With a stem tassel.
I'm a dimpled fellow,
Eaten without hassle.
When ripe I'm red,
Sticky, juicy, sweet.
High in Vitamin C,
I'm great to eat.
Who am I?
Doll Timeout
My new doll
Is so small
I hide it
Under my shawl.
Took it to school,
Which I thought was cool,
But my teacher didn't -
Guess I'm the fool.
Now I pout,
Doll's on timeout.
Mom's gonna be mad
When she finds out.
Is so small
I hide it
Under my shawl.
Took it to school,
Which I thought was cool,
But my teacher didn't -
Guess I'm the fool.
Now I pout,
Doll's on timeout.
Mom's gonna be mad
When she finds out.
The Overnight Low Is the Runner's High
Cool,
crisp air
pushes against
my face,
my arms,
and my bare legs.
Goosebumps form,
a tingly sensation.
They egg me on,
"Get moving already."
Shadows
are long
as the sun barely
peeks over the mountains
allowing just enough
light to jog.
Stretching,
yawning,
willing myself to start,
I find my rhythm
and jog through
the morning's
lowest temperatures.
My goosebumps
eventually
morph to beads
of sweat.
Workout
done
before the day
has barely begun.
August June Bug
Across the path,
Square and stout.
June bug rumbles,
Green wings shout.
Among insects,
He looks a thug -
A big scary
Humvee bug.
Square and stout.
June bug rumbles,
Green wings shout.
Among insects,
He looks a thug -
A big scary
Humvee bug.
Wee Wednesday "Weaders": We Are Dancers (A Poem in Two Voices)
We wiggle,
Our arms swing.
We giggle,
Our feet fling.
We bend deep
And stretch big.
We skip, leap,
And do a jig.
Our hips twist,
We love to prance.
We raise our fists,
We love to dance!
Fruity Question
Dressed in
yellow,
green,
or red,
I compliment
a variety
of bread.
I am firm,
crisp,
and sweet.
I'm the perfect
lunchbox treat.
Who am I?
yellow,
green,
or red,
I compliment
a variety
of bread.
I am firm,
crisp,
and sweet.
I'm the perfect
lunchbox treat.
Who am I?
Wee Wednesday "Weader": An Interview With Ms. Bamboo
Q: How do you do, Ms. Bamboo?
A: Very well, thank you!
Q: What's new with you?
A: Well, I grew...and grew...and grew.
Q: So, all day, what do you do, Ms. Bamboo?
A: I do enjoy this view.
Q: Tell me, Ms. Bamboo, have you ever been blue?
A: No, actually, I've always been a green hue.
Q: Thank you, Ms. Bamboo, for helping me with this interview.
A: You are welcome! Toodle-ooo!
BIG thank you to this week's "Weader", Ms. Bamboo, voiced by the mastermind behind the concept of interviewing a plant, Maureen! And huge thanks to Joe, for asking Ms. Bamboo the thought provoking interview questions. Who would have thought a plant would have so much to say...and in rhyme?
A: Very well, thank you!
Q: What's new with you?
A: Well, I grew...and grew...and grew.
Q: So, all day, what do you do, Ms. Bamboo?
A: I do enjoy this view.
Q: Tell me, Ms. Bamboo, have you ever been blue?
A: No, actually, I've always been a green hue.
Q: Thank you, Ms. Bamboo, for helping me with this interview.
A: You are welcome! Toodle-ooo!
Hatchling Love
Mama dove,
A feathered puff
Hides her chicks
Of grey fluff.
Day and night
She does stay,
'Til those chicks
Fly away.
A feathered puff
Hides her chicks
Of grey fluff.
Day and night
She does stay,
'Til those chicks
Fly away.
Knocked Down Nest
The nest
lays
exposed,
bare,
vulnerable,
in the
tangle of roots
at the base
of the tree
like a toupee
blown off
a bald man's head.
Wee Wednesday "Weader": A Cockatoo With An Attitude
I have a bird -
a cockatoo.
She's full of spunk
and attitude.
Her name is
Captain Fluffy Pants.
She is naughty
despite our rants.
Her squawks and screams
she punctuates.
Her raucous racket
we tolerate.
Fluffy Pants
can be a tease
when she steals
my keyboard keys.
But her favorite spot
is on MY shoulder,
because I'm the one
that she lets hold her.
Gigantic thank you to this week's "Weaders" Andy and his bird, Captain Fluffy Pants! Boy, does she have an attitude! *squawk*
(And special thanks to Tony for his mad editing skills!)
a cockatoo.
She's full of spunk
and attitude.
Her name is
Captain Fluffy Pants.
She is naughty
despite our rants.
Her squawks and screams
she punctuates.
Her raucous racket
we tolerate.
Fluffy Pants
can be a tease
when she steals
my keyboard keys.
But her favorite spot
is on MY shoulder,
because I'm the one
that she lets hold her.
(And special thanks to Tony for his mad editing skills!)
Jet Weaver
Jet airplanes
weave
gauzy white
patterns
across
the blue expanse
of the daytime sky -
their high performance
engines
serve as
their thread.
I Scream, "Ice Cream!"
Double cone,
Tasty treat.
Ice cream joy,
Diet cheat.
Happy National Ice Cream Day!
Tasty treat.
Ice cream joy,
Diet cheat.
Happy National Ice Cream Day!
Babysitter Battle
She said, "No!"
And, "Go to bed!"
I said, "Yes!"
And stayed up instead.
She seems to think
I'm a baby,
But I'm the boss,
There is no maybe.
And, "Go to bed!"
I said, "Yes!"
And stayed up instead.
She seems to think
I'm a baby,
But I'm the boss,
There is no maybe.
Bowling Blunder
step, step, step
swing
throw
roll, roll, roll
*plunk*
"Doh!"
gutter ball = mutter ball
Picky Pup
Napkin bulging,
the aroma of broccoli
permeates
my hand,
my lap.
Pup sniffs once
and walks away.
Wee Wednesday WONKY: Mess
I must confess
I couldn't finess
"Weader" success
Without internet access.
My apologies I stress.
Micro Superhighway
Tiny black dots
accelerate up
leafy onramps.
Antenna to bottom
they travel.
On twiggy overpasses
thousands of ants
merge,
yield,
and pass each other
speeding up
then braking -
stop,
go-
in the endless
rush hour traffic.
Books: The Spice of Life
Food tastes better
with a book,
especially when
Dad's the cook.
Characters enhance
the bland flavor.
A strong story arc
is a mealtime saver.
with a book,
especially when
Dad's the cook.
Characters enhance
the bland flavor.
A strong story arc
is a mealtime saver.
Pup's Seasonal Affect Disorder
My pup is S.A.D.
She lounges
in the slice of sunshine,
the pocket of warmth
in front of the sliding glass door
watching the lizards
dart and dash.
The air conditioning
is too much
for her summer coat,
the summer days
are too long
for her attention span.
She lounges
in the slice of sunshine,
the pocket of warmth
in front of the sliding glass door
watching the lizards
dart and dash.
The air conditioning
is too much
for her summer coat,
the summer days
are too long
for her attention span.
Who Am I?
I am a clown,
But I know no jokes.
In orange and white,
I wear a scaled cloak.
I hide from
Various enemies
By living in
Wavy anemones.
Served on a dish,
I'm not delish,
I am a ______ ______!
But I know no jokes.
In orange and white,
I wear a scaled cloak.
I hide from
Various enemies
By living in
Wavy anemones.
Served on a dish,
I'm not delish,
I am a ______ ______!
Puzzled by My Puzzle
I am
bamboozled
by the simplicity
of the complex.
The
o
dd
l
y shaped,
c l r u
o o f l,
peices
d -- o -- t -- t -- i -- n -- g
the floor
are a
conundrum.
They
taunt me
to unlock
their interlocked
secret.