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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.

 

 

Old Movies (Day 6: Screen/Enjambment)


Sometimes before falling asleep in bed

I tune in people who now are long dead.

Glamorous actors from last century

look stylish in dramas or comedy,

film noir, or high jinks of action frolic

city bustle or somewhere bucolic.
Cinema loved a storybook romance

feelings expressed in a well-rehearsed dance.

Entertainment sang on Hollywood lots

before stars got cast into dark, final plots.

On my screen they shine without special effects,

computer zombies, or uncomfortable sex.

Limericks (Day 5)


Found random words to rhyme about:

lazy, lout, pig, snout, sauerkraut.

I’ll doggerel combine,

in limerick time,

to put off scrubbing my bathroom’s tile grout.

 

That lazy Lout guzzled vermouth,

showed potbelly and looked uncouth.

A picture of sin,

with bottle of gin,

and when not drinking, he fed his sweet tooth.

 

As to a snout, little I know,

it’s needed for truffles to go.

You might ask French hog

or look at his blog,

Couch Lout’s likely viewed an animal show.

 

It might taste good but sauerkraut stinks,

spread on hot dog or sausage link.

Meat made from pig snout,

“Goes with beer,” burped Lout,

then, grease on his shirt, he died in a blink.

 

Limericks are completely done,

such silly lines but I had fun.

Now, I am sincere,

I had no Lout here,

and thanks, but no thanks, please don’t bring me one.

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

Haiku One and Two


sixty watts shine night
poem keeps writer awake
yawning words cuddle
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cafe caffeinates
casual socializing
slow sips encouraged

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