Category Archives: POETRY

Poems I write, and learn to write in different forms.

Just Jot It January – Echo – Day 21

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Just Jot It January – Echo – Day 21

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 21st

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 21st is brought to you by Lady Lee! Click here to find her last Just Jot it January post and say hi while you’re there! Lady Lee’s word for our prompt today is “echo.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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The Jot word of the day is = echo. Thanks Lady Lee for the suggestion!

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There is a form of poetry called ‘Echo Poems’.

You write a line about anything you want, and just echo the last word, or use a rhyming word to go with the last word of the line you wrote. Sounds pretty simple, but it’s harder than it looks.

They are fun to do though, so I’ve tried a couple…

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Love?

A million dollars buys a bunch – lunch?

You can buy what you desire – liar!

It’s a fact you can’t buy love – dove

Pay your bills then have some fun – sun

Love will come when time is right – night?

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Aliens

Alien beings are certainly here – near

Watching over you and I – why?

Are they friend or are they foe? – know

Echoes from the faraway stars – Mars?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

 

Just Jot It January – Companionship – Day 18

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Just Jot It January – Companionship – Day 18

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 18th

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 18th is brought to you by Di! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Di’s word for our prompt today is “companionship.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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Today’s Jot prompt word is companionship. Thanks Di!

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I have had a bit of a time trying to think of something for this prompt.

So…I decided to try a poem in a form I haven’t done in a long time.

It’s called a Sevenling, and is supposed to be 7 lines long, and include elements of three things, sort of a list? It can rhyme or not, even though I try to, and try to make it make some kind of sense.

Anyway…here’s my not great attempt:

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Companionship

It’s said that three is a lucky number

A one, a two, and three

A pyramid is of three sides, the boulders they did wrangle

In fact it was an elaborate burial triangle

A trio means three’s company, a foursome won’t comply

The best companionship to have is

Me, myself, and I

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And…another try at this

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Companionship is not a boat, in the nautical sense of the word

It has no water, and no sail, no squawking parrot bird

Companionship consists of us, friends you cannot buy

But if you find that you’re alone

There’s no need to sigh

The best companionship I’ve found

Is me, myself, and I

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Not all that good, huh? Now, I wanted to check out pyramids to see if they really do have 3 sides, and nope, they don’t. There are different shapes, and the base it is sitting on is considered a side, too. So, the ones that look like triangles, are 4 sided.

The more I fall down the rabbit hole, the more I learn. And, this has taken far longer than I intended for a simple jot!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Just Jot It January – Flu/Flue/Flew – Day 11

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Just Jot It January – Flu/Flue/Flew – Day 11

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 11th

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Just Jot It January is fun! Join in and also see other entries at the above link. Thanks for hosting, Linda!

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 11th is brought to you by M! Click here to find her last SoCS post and say hi while you’re there! M’s word for our prompt today is in SoCS style: “flew/flu/flue.” Use one, use them all, use them anywhere in your post or make one or all the theme of your post. Have fun!

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PARAKEET STORY blue-parakeet-204698__180

Quite awhile ago I posted about a dream I had about a parakeet. http://wp.me/s3RE1e-parakeet

I couldn’t remember what happened in the dream, so I asked for suggestions. I did get two wonderful ideas from these lovely friends… Thanks so much! Hope you enjoy the poem/story! 🙂

Emily –  her suggestion = the zombie apocalypse

Kelly –   her suggestion = clipping wings of birds

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OF BIRDS AND HEROES

Bobby Blue, the parakeet,

Was very loud, but could not tweet.

Escaped he did, from gilded cage;

He seemed to be in an awful rage.

He flew around with a terrible squawk,

And I was shocked, when he began to talk.

He told me not to clip his wings,

As he’d heard tell of terrible things.

He wanted us to leave our home,

For Zombies were about to roam.

It was the Zombie Apocalypse…

They’d take big bites, instead of nips.

We had to run and fly away;

No more fun and no more play.

We’d find a place to stay hidden,

For Zombies are scary and forbidden.

Bobby Blue and I, that day,

Packed our bags and went away.

Even though Bobby, the parakeet,

Only squawked, and could not tweet,

He saved us from the Apocalypse,

And also avoided wings with clips.

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Parakeet photo from Pixabay

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

© 2016 BS – original posting

Just Jot It January – Sunrise – Day 10

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Just Jot It January – Sunrise – Day 10#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 10th

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 10th is brought to you by Toortsie! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Toortsie’s word for our prompt today is “sunrise.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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We have lots of beautiful sunrises here. I could probably fill up all the white space on this screen with all the sunrises and sunsets I’ve taken photos of. Here’s just a few, along with a poem I wrote a long time ago, too.

There’s just something awesome to see how the sky presents so many pretty colors and formations with clouds. It’s like looking at a huge, glorious painting, every day renewed.

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CONJURING THE WORDS

Topsy-turvy…upside-down…

Stand in the air…look up at the ground…

Forests, mountains, sand, and sea,

All I see is magic to me.

Stars, planets, sun, and moon…

Morning, evening, night, and noon…

Ever changing, dark to light,

I live in such a wondrous sight.

Up into the stratosphere,

It’s aura far, yet still so near.

Hard as ice, or soft summer breeze,

Give me more of all that, please.

I found the words inside my brain…

The horde in there, does cause such pain.

I conjure them up, to write them down…

Now, I can smile instead of frown.

Yes, you know not what I mean,

To live and breathe a waking dream.

So beautiful, it makes me cry…

My landscape is of course…the sky.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

 

Just Jot It January – Enigmatic – Day 4

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Just Jot It January – Enigmatic – Day 4

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 4th

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 4th is brought to you by Virgobeauty! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Virgobeauty’s word for our prompt today is “enigmatic.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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Enigmatic = resembling an enigma, or a puzzling occurrence, situation, statement, person, etc.; perplexing; mysterious:

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This is a poem I wrote back in 2015, and also an original painting of Ghost.

I believe there are many enigmas that people find mysterious. Whether you believe in the possibility of there being ghosts or not, you can be sure that…

Things aren’t always what they seem…

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I AM THE GHOST BESIDE YOU

Why can’t you see me?

I never planned on being a Ghost…a Ghost of myself.

Flitting around you, I beg for attention…validation…

I am me…a Soul in transition…pain…

Why won’t you see me? I am here beside you.

You look right through me…like I’m not real.

It’s so hard…so hard…I want to be heard.

I need to know you still think of me…still love me.

I am transformed…not gone, not forgotten, not dismissed or diminished as

A strange sound, a confusing coincident of you know-not-what.

I don’t mean to scare you. Please feel no fear. I need your warmth…your love.

I ache to be near you.

Am I the cold chill you feel when I reach out to touch you?

Yes, it’s me.

Am I the wisp of mist you think you see, from the corner of your eye?

Yes, it’s me

Am I the moaning sound you think is the wind through the cracks?

Yes, it’s me.

I’m screaming out to you. I have been here all along.

I have not forgotten you. I give you signs…

Give me a sign that you still care…that you recognize that sudden small flash of memory.

Yes, it’s me, recognizing you in that moment.

I had to leave this life, this mortal realm.

It wasn’t my choice, you see. Please believe me…believe in me,

As I am still here with you…as I am.

I live in your heart, in your thoughts…I am still me, loving you, with all my Soul.

Am I the silence, when you sense that you’re being watched…yes, it’s me…I am near.

Yes, it’s me…still loving you with all my Soul…I am me…

I am the Ghost beside you…

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Pure Love -Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Ask Someone Else

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Pure Love – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Ask Someone Else

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 29/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ask someone else.” Either ask someone for a prompt word or, if you can’t, turn on a TV or a radio and choose a word from the first sentence you hear. Enjoy!

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This should be interesting. Linda has asked us to find a prompt word/words from someone else today. Thanks, Linda!

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Here’s what I did…I asked each of my family members for a random word – one each. Here are the words they gave me…and what I did with them.

Weird

Petulant

Dew

Love

Tiger

Armadillo

 

Pure Love

Weird and odd as it may sound

I asked for random words all around

Fresh and new as the morning Dew

This is my poem I give to you

A Tiger being Petulant

Growled as he began to rant

An Armadillo passing by

Stopped to ask the Tiger why

“What’s the problem, oh Tiger dear?”

He asked when Tiger shed a tear

Tiger gazed into blue skies above

I just really want someone to Love

Now, it may sound Weird, but as the Dew

Evaporated as Dew will do

Armadillo and Tiger became good friends

But, that’s not where their story ends

Because like the peaceful, pure white dove

They got what they needed…everlasting Love

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❤ words provided by: 2 daughters, 2 sons-in-law, 1 grandson & 1 grand-daughter. Thank you all so much!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Christmas Chaos

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Christmas Chaos

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Here it is again, my re-posting of a poem I wrote back in 2006. If you’ve seen it before, wonderful! If it is new to you, hope you enjoy the humor in this one! 🙂

Funny reindeer on a bench at the mall

 

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CHRISTMAS CHAOS

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house

The paper was flying, the place was a mess.

Where’s the ribbon, where’s a box, where’s the tape, I don’t know –

And outside the window, it’s beginning to snow.

When I in my flurry, was running around, remembered “Oh-no, I have to go back to town!”

I have to mail packages, to those far away. How long will it take – a week or three days?

There’s munchies to buy, and a dinner to plan…and what, oh what, can I get for the “man”?

The pets all need feeding, and what could be more? The neighbors are here, with a knock at the door.

They come bringing cheese balls, and cookies galore.

I say thank you, then usher them out. Then I turn around and say with a shout, “I have to make gifts for those on our street!”

But, I’m about to collapse from the heat.

Get up and go, let’s do the day right. Put on some music, and candles to light.

A box of cards, my cup of coffee…should I eat that last piece of toffee?

Christmas ideas are really quite lofty, and really, at heart, I’m such a softie.

I’ll wrap a few gifts, then do some leg lifts; look at the snow – it’s now making drifts.

Put lots of presents in pretty paper, and think up some clues, for a Christmas caper.

Pull on some mittens, put on a scarf. If I hear one more carol, I’m going to barf.

I jump in the truck to go do my shopping; the stores are all crowded…the places are hopping.

On Target, and K-Mart, and Hastings, and Penny’s…Now United and Wal-Mart – can we stop at a Denny’s?

No – get it done – there’s no time to waste…I need to get home…hurry, hurry, make haste.

And then to the wondering eyes of those there, I manage to put some dye on my hair.

Some coffee, some milk, is all that I ask…to put my feet up, before my next task.

To watch my soap opera, would be a nice break. I think I’ll do that, and also eat cake.

I just settled down, and there goes the phone; I, of course don’t answer, I pretend I’m not home.

And now it’s time to do some more wrapping. We’ll put on some music – our feet will be tapping.

Merry Christmas to one, Merry Christmas to all…What’s that you say? Another trip to the mall?

I don’t think I want to…I don’t think I can…but, wait, I still need a gift for the ‘man’.

We must keep it even, we must keep it straight…I need another gift for my mate.

What shall it be, something big, or much smaller? As I walk the halls of the mall, I do holler.

I need to find a gift that is right – before I call it quits for the night.

So, I go to the mall, and the stores…and stand in long lines, before I get out the doors.

The aisles are all crowded, the cart’s in a jam…say “Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me, Ma’am.”

At first, we’re polite, when we go to town, but as frustration mounts, we’ll mow you down.

When there’s only one more shopping day…you better move fast, get outta my way.

Can’t find the right size, can’t find the right gift, then stop by the Starbucks to get a lift.

Give me caffeine right now, I say, got to get on with this frantic day.

Have a nice day, be jolly, be merry…if I hear it again, I’ll commit hara-kiri. It’s my ‘pleasure’ to serve you,

Uh-huh, yeah right…you probably make faces, as I pull out of sight.

Finally, finally get back home, where I just want to sit and moan.

My feet hurt, my back hurts, my nerves are all jangled…and how do you wrap a box that’s tri-angled?

Back at home, I start wrapping, all the critters are napping…

The oven is cooking the breads, how merry, but now I need another cranberry.

Merry Christmas to me…let’s trim the tree…and now the cats are OOC (out of control)

Happy to make your Christmas surprise, waiting for the bread to rise.

Christmas morning comes awfully early; no wonder everyone is so surly.

Buying spending – oh, what fun…we’ll all be glad when shopping is done.

The stockings are ready to hold all the goodies – maybe some candy or nice warm hoodies.

Light candles, fill stockings, with striped candy canes. Look out the window, hope it won’t rain.

Sweep the floor, wash the dishes, deck the halls with Christmas wishes.

There’s potatoes to mash, and take out the trash…as for me, I think I’m about to crash.

Finally, everything looks really pretty, Charlie (the tree) is ready, and still little bitty.

Now, take a picture, and go to our beds. I hope no one forgot to take their meds.

When morning comes, we’ll all get to say…we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then, I look in the living-room, and what do I see? One of the cats is eating the tree. I holler and yell, but then, what does it

matter…I’ll just have to clean up the mess later.

She enjoys Christmas her way…I prefer mine…

So Merry Christmas to all…from our family to thine.

Just one more thing I’d like to say – Happy Holidays to all and Have a Wonderful Day!

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First written on December 20, 2006

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© 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 31

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 31

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Poem # 31

SPIDER DANCE

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Weave your web of love around me

Seduce me with your words, sublime

Silken strands to hold and bind me

Capture me…I’ll call you mine…

Spin your web in sticky spirals

I’ll never want to flee,

Lure me with your lyrics, love…

Come closer…come get me.

Dance with me, my Spider…dance…

Be wanton with your wildness,

Pierce me with your poisonous lance,

Our rebel love is reckless.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Countdown to Halloween – Day 30

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 30

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Poem # 30

IF WE LIVED IN THE WOODS

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If we lived in the woods,

What would we do?

Watch out for wolves,

And practice “Hoo-Doo”.

If we lived in the woods,

It would never be dull.

We would pick mushrooms and

Light up the Skull.

If we lived in the woods,

We would not have a phone.

We could bake a cake, and

Visit the Crone.

If we lived in the woods,

We would have to be focused.

We’d have to watch out for

Bats and the Locusts.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d light a candle.

It would never be too much

To Handle.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d sit and converse,

With the flora and fauna, and

Things of the Earth.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d chant and invoke,

Spirits of those of whom

Time Never Spoke.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d never be sad.

The rest of the world will

Call us Mad.

If we lived in the woods,

We’d play ‘neath the pines.

We’d make our peace with the

Spooks and the Signs.

If we lived in the woods,

We would howl at the Moon,

And dance in it’s light

From August till June.

If we lived in the woods…

If we lived in the woods…

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

Countdown to Halloween – Day 29

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 29

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Poem # 29

WITCHY FUN

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From Oz to Salem, to suburban mayhem,

The witches entertained us all.

The witch of the west, was creepy at best,

And Glinda was belle of the ball.

Samantha twitched her nose,

Whenever she chose, and

Sabrina’s cat talks to her, it is true.

Elphaba was wicked,

Endora was vivid…

They all were an interesting crew.

The Sanderson sisters were funny and camp,

The witches of Eastwick were duped…

They all used their craft, and a bit of their vamp,

But Morticia’s my all favorite champ.

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Shows referenced = Bewitched, The Wizard of Oz, The Addams Family, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Hocus Pocus, The Witches of Eastwick, and Wicked (broadway play)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS