(For Des- ERS’s social justice queen!)
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Let’s all cause a scene.
Rock the boat.
Let’s all convene.
Cut out that throat.
Let’s burst a spleen.
Cast the deciding vote.
Let’s careen around corners
demean the disorder.
It’s not mean, it’s justice,
to cause a scene!
I’m caught in a story
I can’t come out;
I’ll say I’m sorry.
But
I must stay and read
this day away,
Not really sorry to be
in need of story
(for DG) 🙂
In whatever capacity
you deal with animousity,
develop a good strategy
to sort out dreaded calumny,
then avoid falling into laxity
and resolve it with alacrity!
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Another poem dedicated (with tongue in cheek) to Outlander author, Diana Gabaldon. The phrase ‘with alacrity’ appears frequently in Outlander, and whenever it does I shout enthusiastically “WITH ALACRITY!” and chuckle. (Alacrity means haste, FYI). It’s silly, but it is not much different than throwing boxes of KD at a Barenaked Ladies concert or toast during Rocky Horror Picture Show. (Neither of which I’ve done, unfortunately, so I have to settle with shouting to a book. Kind of sad, really.) 😉
So, I was asked how marriage lasts, how years flow into years?
Oh, I was asked how marriage lasts, how do you move past fears?
Yes, I was asked how marriage lasts, how can you trust that long?
When I was asked how marriage lasts, I pondered what goes wrong.
I think how long a marriage lasts is not about romance
It’s much more: it’s faith and trust and determined acceptance.
It’s about having the faith that no matter what fate brings
You’re sticking together like the promise made on those rings
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http://www.napowrimo.net/day-three/
This prompt was for a poem with lines of fourteen syllables, ideally in iambic heptameter. My iambs are a complete mess, but here’s what I’ve got! 🙂
So why does a kilt catch all the girls’ eyes?
The risk that men run and what she might spy,
Should breeze catch a pleat and lift to the sky?
No, what catches the eye and makes hearts sing,
what makes her desire her own highland fling
is the lad’s stance and the way that kilt swings!
A man in a kilt breathes confidence, aye?
So don that kilt, laddie, make the girls sigh
when you swing those pleats as you saunter by!
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A little rhyming for you today. 😉
“It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, doo wah doo wah, doo wah doo wah!”
Dirty clothes piled in the bath room,
Plates and projects in the living room
Books piled in the dining room
Clean laundry 4 feet high in the dressing room.
Everywhere there’s work to do
and I just want to cuddle you.
A golden leaf
spins toward blackness,
buffeted by traffic,
drifting your way
then my way
above
the high way.
A Salmon Arm Roots & Blues Festival poem
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They’re dancing at the main stage
Melodies entwining in their hair
Pulses beating with the rhythm
of the musicians everywhere.
It’s been a journey of celebrations
seeing dreams unfolding
in flirtatious Twitter assignations,
watching joy unrolling
during this cinematic gestation.
And now, with keen anticipation
all around the Earth
One can feel the vibrations
from fans awaiting this birth:
an incarnation of literary creation.
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Outlander comes to television! Premieres are being aired this weekend. It has been fabulous following along with author Diana Gabaldon as she has shared the fun from the moment the papers were signed and it was official that Ron Moore was turning her books series into an epic television series. We fans were part of the excitement as each character was cast, and I particularly enjoyed watching the delight sparkle in Diana’s eyes as she told me about being on set when she had her cameo!
My joy is vicarious, but it is a very genuine and thorough joy. It is just SO GREAT to experience the adventure of favourite books being transformed for a new media!
In case you don’t know, Outlander is airing in the US on Starz, in Canada on Showcase, and in Australia on Soho. In Canada, we have to wait until August 24th. It’s going to be painful as the American fans have 2 weeks ahead of us!
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and here’s a little more information 🙂
I have lost her words
The narrative spun away
across the void of time.
I no longer hear her voice
echoing through my mind.
But here
a grocery list
a flash of history
Though mostly she is lost
to time and left
a mystery.
Shawn L. Bird 