droopy eyes
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!
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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.
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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.
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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!
Social Media Saturation
Trill,
Tweet,
Twitter.
Choir of the masses.
Does it need to be said?
Tweet,
Twitter.
Choir of the masses.
Does it need to be said?
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