Friday, February 26, 2010

upon encountering wildflowers

I observe you in an filtered light, bright it still shines, but only in the hues that you choose to let your unique spectrum penetrate... the rest of the poem A poetic meander upon encountering someone unexpected.


Friday, February 19, 2010

New Limerick Poetry Prompt

It's Limerick-Off time! Yes, after being derelict in the limerick prompt department, I've finally posted a new one. So please join me by writing a limerick using this first line: “An elderly fellow named James…” My own limerick using that line is here.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Bundle Up, Unbundle

Collect your flashlights to set up camp in the dark.
Put your gear on a cart at the pier to embark
For a planet of ice run by bureaucrats where
The president smiles and pulls out his hair.

The radiator whispered I should leave but I declined.
Furniture rearranged itself; sofa arms linked and let out the cat.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

After the roar of the party

I step out into the cold silence

breathe white steam before me

a bull out of the barn

Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes

the crisp leaves breaking

as each leg swings and sinks deep

I survey my land and smile

Something refreshing about being buried

in snow

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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Superbowl Sunday

Super Sunday has arrived The Colts and the Saints will go head to head, shoulder to shoulder, one will win and one will lose. Which team to choose? That is the question. Will it be Payton or Brees? Which one will lead their team all the way to a victory. Time will tell as the clock ticks and as kickoff time nears, both teams will have to dispel their fears. Get out there and play some football and listen to the referee's call. In the end, there will be a winner, but there will also be a loser, and then it's all over until next year. And as the year turns into another season, for this there is no rhyme or reason, but does anyone remember the losing team from the year before?

Groundhog Day

In Punxatawney, on a hill Out of his hole comes Phil He's going to let us knowI f we'll have 6 more weeks of snow. His nose quivers and his beady eyes gleam The sun is shining down its beam His evil little smirk gives it away He's going to see his shadow on this day. It's the one day we wish for rain And the clouds to take away our pain We want the spring and warmth and flowers But Phil is shining in his brightest hour. He loves to watch us squirm in despair As he sees his shadow and runs back in there Back into his hole deep in the ground Where he can laugh at us without making a sound. I'm going to make me some woodchuck stew And chuck some wood as the woodchucks do Build a big fire and roast that overgrown rat And then feed the leftovers to my cat. He'll rue the day he saw his shadow His days are numbered and the numbers are low That rotten rodent is going to be toast And you're all invited to my woodchuck roast.

Shiv Overdose

As we speak, my fingers are writing checks.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Thursday Haiku for Super Bowl 44

Like hobbits true blue

we seek one Super Bowl Ring

must have our precious

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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Hurricane Colts

A corn country wind

Hurricane Colts heads down South

Blue skies for Blue Crew

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Monday, February 1, 2010

Super Trip

Colts fan caravan

hot drive down to Miami

singing ourselves horse

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