Tag Archives: poetry
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I’m Hungry – a Poem

12 Sep

“I’m hungry”

She always seems to say.

“I’m hungry”

Can be heard throughout the day.

Grapes and cheese

Peanut butter on toast

Pork and beans

Sunday roast

There’s no escape

You know it’s coming

Her mouth agape

The words are forming

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“I’m hungry!”

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And just because I can…

(and because it makes me laugh even though it’s in French(?) )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxLcZau_YaM

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Your Kiss – A Poem

8 Mar

You lean

I smile

You tease

I giggle

You touch

I sigh

You hold

I melt

You ask

I give

You offer

I need

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Love, it’s a glorious thing.

Not merely lust.

Not just infatuation.

I crave him.

All of him.

His thoughts.

His smile.

His sense of humor.

And of course his touch.

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My Book is Live and I Think I’m Gonna Hypervenilate

5 Mar

Welcome to the official kick-off for my book launch!

(Seriously, does anyone have a paper bag I could breathe into?)

My first book, My Ignored Hamper and Other Bathroom Poetry, is now available on both Smashwords and Amazon Kindle at the price of $1.49.

My Ignored Hamper - Cover Photo - shrunk for social media

(Yeah, getting just a little bit dizzy here.)

But just for you I have a coupon for Smashwords. Here’s the code:  GS49E  Smashwords says the code isn’t case sensitive, so don’t stress over the shift key.

This is where the normal authors usually put an excerpt, and who am I to buck the trend?

Enjoy!  (places head between knees)

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My Ignored Hamper

The clothes they have shed?

On the floor looking dead

Ignoring the hamper

To the tub they do scamper

Their clothes in a heap

Into bubbles they leap

When they’re asleep

I’ll let my tea steep

It’ll take just a minute

To put the clothes in it

But for now I’ll enjoy

My two little boys

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Sleep-over Blues

With music up loud

‘Round the mirror they crowd

“That look is a winner”

“I wish I were thinner”

“There’s this really cute boy”

“He treats girls like they’re toys”

It’s Saturday night

They share the spotlight

In their fifth outfit

And wouldn’t you know it

The bathroom is crowded

“It’s here!” someone shouted

The pizza devoured

They’re now soda powered

Six girls in a bathroom

All trying out perfume

“Should we pop in a movie?”

“Let’s make-over Suzie!”

And so it continues

Dad’s sleep-over blues

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There you have it. My long awaited book of bathroom poetry has hit ebook shelves and eagerly awaits your eyes. You are more than welcome (encouraged even) to tell me your thoughts. (Please just remember to coat them in a little sugar first, huh?)

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Fellow Authors, what was it like for you the first time you published something?

Also, what did you do to celebrate?

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(I think it’s time for a lie down. Just too excited for my own good.  ;D  )

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The Muse Has Struck – A Poem

22 Feb

I’m out of luck

The muse has struck

My brain’s alight

No sleep tonight

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The sirens sing

Words they bring

My darting pen

Writing again

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Mid-night oil

My thoughts boil

Creative flight

Into the night

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Morning birds sing

Alarm clocks ring

I fall in bed

An empty head

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Wow. I couldn’t have asked for a more appropriate song. And the first one I listened to after starting the search. Incredible. As soon as this thing is scheduled I’m going back to listen to more of her songs.  🙂  

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May your muse be with you!

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A Complaint to Weather — A Poem

8 Feb

Weather, you fickle, disloyal thing,

How could you cover us in snow like this?

Don’t you know winter should be waning,

Preparing for spring time rain and mist.

I am ready for flowers and bird song.

No more of this gloom and cold.

Please, Weather, bring on the sun,

Before insanity takes hold.

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The weather is getting squirrely here. I know it’s just our turn, but we already had snow. Now it’s just piling higher. What is worrying me is the couple days in the 40’s we’re supposed to have around the middle of this coming week. With all this snow I hope the area doesn’t get flooded out.  :/ 

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But at least someone gets a kick out of snow:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azEIDf1YhiQ

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It’s Dead Now – A Poem

1 Feb

I can feel those eyes following me.

All those legs and all those feet

Waiting for me to take a seat

So he can drop on me.

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So I pick up a shoe that belongs to you

And hand it over, my hero of many feats.

“Won’t you kill that monstrous beast?

Please, please? I’ll make it up to you.”

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I cringe and turn away as you smash it.

I can hear it crunch into the ceiling,

And hope it’s not feeling

The fate we chose for it.

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“It’s dead now.” You announce to me.

Still hiding my face, I hear you walk away,

But I still have a prize to pay.

I follow you, so you can take it from me.

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And I know it’s totally unrelated, but…

my husband introduced me to this group shortly after we met, and they kind of stuck.

This is my favorite.  🙂 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UUYjd2rjsE

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Life Lessons – A Poem

25 Jan

The what ifs

The how comes

Too many to count

Life goes on

One day becomes another

Earth revolves again

And then again

Unending, unmoved

We stand in a crater

Emotion, health, financial

Wondering what happened

How we came here

What went wrong

How does it get fixed

Rarely is it a simple answer

A snap of the fingers

A twitch of the nose

A rub of the lamp

Self-examination

Hard work and diet

Planning and working

Maybe we can go back to normal

Maybe there’s a new normal

Perhaps we can be better than ever

But walk on we must

For standing still

Drinking tears of defeat and bitterness

Merely hardens our hearts

Darkens our souls

We must pick ourselves up

Accepting help and advice

Reach for that new day

Letting yesterday stay in the past

Release the hurt

Remember the lesson

Be Stronger for your past

And always ready for more life

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It hurts to fall down. But some of the best discoveries were only found through accidents or pain.

Stay strong my friends, and learn through life’s lessons.  😉

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zminz5W25AU

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Computers: A Love-Hate Relationship – A Poem

11 Jan

Hmmm, according to my schedule, Saturday is my day for poetry.

So that means I have to come up with something.

Thinking…thinking…

Got it!

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I love computers.

I hate computers.

They make my life easier

And harder at the same time.

Info in a hurry?

Bing or Google are a lifeline.

Want to get some work done?

Nope, defrag time.

The more they’re needed

The more they go.

Need it done in a hurry?

Yeah, that’s a big fat no.

Scans, tests and system checks

Take twice the time you expect.

When all you want to do is play

The darn thing works great all day.

Therefore:

I love computers.

I hate computers.

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Not pretty, but there you have it. A poem. A raw one at that. Only touched the backspace for misspellings. I would usually spend about an hour pouring over every detail and making everything all nice and pretty. Tonight, however, I thought you wouldn’t mind seeing behind the curtain a little.

Any thoughts?

What would you change?

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Heehee, look what I found.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAGHJIi4n7Q

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I Remember This One As ‘Green Glass Beads’

20 Nov

When I was little (and still today) my parents had the most amazing hoard of books. I remember sitting on the floor, or curled up in a corner of a couch reading stories, admiring illustrations, pouring over poetry. I remember us all piled on my parents’ bed as mom read The Secret Garden, doing all the different voices. Accents included. I remember dad reading My Side Of The Mountain to us, a chapter at a time, at bedtime. To this day those two books are still among my favorites.

I also remember mom reading a poem about green glass beads to my sisters and me. A little while later, I went on a hunt to see if I could find the poem hidden inside one of the many books stashed throughout the house. I finally found it. The drawings and the words once again captivated me.

Now, I’m all grown up (reluctantly), and I still search for this poem. This time, on YouTube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04TW5FUNi7s

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Is it any wonder I love reading and writing books and poetry?

It was all around me growing up. Some of our favorite books were those thick books of poems by Shel Silverstein. Especially Where The Sidewalk Ends. Then of course there were the many Calvin and Hobbs books which could take up many hours of a rainy afternoon (so many big words to learn!). Even with all the other books surrounding us, we also found time to simply flip through the pages of random tomes from the encyclopedia collection. All sorts of wonderful things to learn in one of those.

I think most of us four girls memorized a certain poem by our mother. The one I am thinking of was published in a little booklet from her college. It’s about 3 men in a tub…in the sea. It always makes me smile and sometimes even giggle.

Perhaps I’ll ask her to let me put it on here. Although, the more I think about it (and I have been thinking about it for several months) the more I would like to have that poem in the fore matter of my book of bathroom poetry.

Something else to ask her about.  🙂 

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My Ignored Hamper – a Poem

16 Nov

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This was the first of my poems to be put on my blog. It’s been a while, and I now have more of a following. A following which most likely has not cruised back quite that far in my blog post list.

So here it is again. 

(mostly because I really like it.  …Aaand because I’m being lazy tonight.)

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My Ignored Hamper

The clothes they have shed?From the September 27th photo shoot Sample 2

On the floor looking dead

Ignoring the hamper

To the tub they do scamper

Their clothes in a heap

Into bubbles they leap

When they’re asleep

I’ll let my tea steep

It’ll take just a minute

To put the clothes in it

But for now I’ll enjoy

My two little boys

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Yeah, it still makes me smile. 😀

What was your reaction?

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