Plow races past,
singing its
rasping winter song.
poem-putting up the Christmas lights November 8, 2020
We’re going to wrap the outside tree.
Just round and round
says he,
but these are different colours
we should go up and down to mix,
she suggests too tentatively.
So now the tree is half one
half the other.
Divided territories,
instead of blended harmony.
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(Just a poem about what went on today as hubby and I put up the lights, and suddenly I’m reading it now and seeing it as a rather profound metaphor- also- where the heck did that rhyme come from? >shrug< Poetry, eh? It does its own thing!)
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poem-be happy pantoum November 7, 2020
Another demo pantoum written with an English class. 🙂
I wish we were happy
I wish we were glad
This poem will be quite sappy
But it will not be sad
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I wish we were glad
I wish we were silly
But it will not be sad
Though the weather is chilly
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I wish we were silly
That election is scary
Though the weather is chilly
The situation is hairy!
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That election is scary
But koalas are cute
The situation is hairy!
But I bought new boots!
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Koalas are cute
Mac and cheese comfort food
I bought new boots!
Folks, don’t be so rude!
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Mac and cheese comfort food
Make this poem quite sappy
Folks, don’t be so rude!
I wish we were happy
poem-forgotten day November 6, 2020
To write a poem each day
requires a better memory than I have
A hole in the calendar.
An attempt at restitution.
Something
is not always better
than nothing.
poem-then they peeled back their faces November 5, 2020
then they peeled back their faces
Read this
you said to me.
I poured over words
with the focus of any girl
trying to impress her crush.
Oh, how the story spoke hidden horror!
Everyone in disguise.
No one revealing their true selves.
Forty years meditating on those masks.
2020! Society in masquerade!
Kindness, care, concern: all fake.
The true horror’s been revealed.
poem-I came into myself November 4, 2020
After forty
came freedom.
No one relying on me
My dreams became
priority.
Embracing fun and beauty:
Shoes that make me dance
VW Bug that makes me laugh.
Writing stories and poetry,
then releasing them to readers.
Studying for that masters degree.
No one to stop me reaching.
No tethers constraining me.
After forty
possibility
became reality.
poem- blind November 3, 2020
She falls for
kindness,
talent,
good humour,
joy.
Is so surprised when
people point out skin,
when he wonders if she can handle
The Problem.
She squints to scrutinize for trouble,
but can’t see past the laughter
in his eyes,
the love in hers.
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I suppose that’s privilege, too, isn’t it? The ‘not noticing colour’ has a positive connotation, but a negative one as well. What are your thoughts?
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poem- Covering my ears November 2, 2020
la la la la la
I can’t hear you.
Shouting louder?
I’m not impressed yet.
Media black out:
Ahhhh.
(It’s better than a spa).
poem- committing November 1, 2020
if I think I will
I’m often wrong.
if I say it aloud
sometimes I will
if I tell you I will
then I usually will
if you say that I can’t
then I will.
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Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo and on many years, that’d mean I’d be busy getting out my 1667 words, but I came to the realization that I produce really crappy books in the pressure of NaNo, so instead, I am going to endeavour to post a new poem every day this month.
As well, I plan to get some pieces submitted, so my goal to submit or publish 20 pieces in 2020 is achieved. So far, 11 submissions, 9 to go. If I can find a few places that accept simultaneous submissions, I might manage to get all 9 off in a day! Stay tuned.
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poem- Sibling Rivalry October 29, 2020
| The air was crisp |
| The sky was damp |
| My brother hissed |
| Under the lamp |
| The sky was damp |
| My sister screamed |
| Under the lamp |
| Its powerful beams |
| My sister screamed |
| The monster’s eyes |
| Its powerful beams |
| Her soul it fries |
| The monster’s eyes |
| The horror grows |
| Her soul it fries |
| Its hot breath blows |
| The horror grows |
| More monsters lurk |
| Its hot breath blows |
| My brother smirks |
| More monsters lurk |
| My brother hissed |
| My brother smirks |
| The air was crisp |
This was a demo pantoum written with my class today when they were introduced to the form. It took an unexpected turn! 🙂
If you scroll to the bottom, WordPress will probably link to a couple of other pantoums written with my classes in previous years. They are entertaining.
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Shawn L. Bird 