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Snake Oil Salesman


Cannot comprehend

why anyone buys

malevolent swill,

or appreciates

a rubbing of it in.

His hawker style

claims terrific results,

fantastic ingredients,

amazing potion,

disgraces other kinds.

He says he has the stuff

to cure what has gone wrong;

so-called master of our fate,

promised to make us feel great,

but nothing’s great so far.

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Not A Pen Pal (Day 9: apostrophe, meaning 2nd person)


My poem got trapped in a Pen.

“Please, Pen, begin to write again.”

 

Snobby as a Fountain, Pen clicked,

“Your rhyme’s not worthy of my ink.”

 

“Release my words on paper here,

it’s not your job to  judge or  jeer.”

 

“Stanzas neither worthy nor sage,

I won’t allow upon a page.”

 

“You’re so old fashioned and cruel,

soon, you’ll be a dry fossilized tool.”

 

With that, I snapped on Pen’s cap,

and moved blank notebook from my lap.

 

Pen’s critique sounded much muter,

when I turned on my computer.

 

But, I feel somewhat frustrated,

poem’s still hidden and hated.

Repetitive Pleasures (Day Eight, Epistrophe)


Night crept out

window’s mouth,

scented breeze

singing trees,

early morn

coffee warm,

again.

Grabbed a cup,

toast popped up.

paper news,

ink-black views,

daily chores,

then outdoors,

again,

again.

Walked with dog,

ravens called,

flowery scene,

southwest green,

season brings

near same thing,

again,

again,

again.

Evening mixed

dinner fix,

greet, speak, eat,

watched TV,

minutes gone,

day moved on,

again,

again,

again,

again.

 

 

Day 7: Found Poetry from “The Daffodils”


Stretched lake breeze,

ten thousand trees,

continuous bay,

milky waves,

lonely twinkle,

solitude hills,

daffodils pensive,

golden thoughts.

 

——

The Daffodils

William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Some May Hard-Boil (day 4 journey/simile)


What’s inside contains

the same. However,

before the journey,

to be marketed,

like people, eggs get

grouped by their color.

F-R-I-E-N-D (Day 3 Acrostic)


F-R-I-E-N-D

Fabulous,                   Funny,                            Friendly,

Responsible,                   Reconcilable.                   Ready,

Interesting,                            Inclusive,                            Ingenuous,

Expansive,                                     Empowering,                           Eccentric,

Natural,                                           Nutty,                                              Nice,

Dependable,                                          Distinctive,                    Demanding

Makings of a Lovely Evening #253


When Sun took a shine to Moon,

her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,

interested, he reflected.

 

They rarely saw each other,

Moon struggled to rise early,

he got tired but stayed up late.

 

Moon had never felt so hot,

but as darking time approached

Sun necessarily turned cold.

 

Clouds comforted lonely Moon,

vapors caressed her features

and tinted their pearly feathers.

 

West Wind carried Cumulus,

rosy makeup painted sky,

pale Moon stared at colorful scene.

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