Aloha!

This quatrain is for Fandango’s two prompts, FOWC: Precious and the Dog Days of August day 1: Trip. It’s silly but definitely describes my mood yesterday, and I would love to go on this vacation again.

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Precious memories from a trip to Hawaii:
Beaches and food trucks, a spa day with pie,
An ocean away from daily life in the city —
Feed me some pie and tell me I’m pretty!

All the photos were taken by me last year. In addition to the quiche and pot pie, we also ate peanut-butter-and-chocolate-cream pie. That was a good day! 😀

Morning Fuel

For FOWC: Aid. A Chaucerian stanza inspired by coffee (what else, this early in the morning?). 

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To aid in waking up my coffee’s there,

Its caffeine is flowing through my veins.

Its warmth is comforting, and I’m aware

That it will help me through the day’s remains.

A slump at 3 PM — my spirit gains

More motivation, energy and verve:

‘Most anytime is good to coffee serve.

Rhyme Time!

I apologize: This seems to be the only way that I can fit all five of those rhyming words in one poem. This dark limerick is for today’s Saturday Mix on MLMM.

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He’d wanted a wife his whole life,
But marriage with conflicts was rife —
So sad and defeated
He felt that he needed
To end all that strife with a knife.

Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com

 

SoCS Check

For SoCS: Check. A silly limerick for a serious topic.

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We will get a stimulus check,
But economy’s still a wreck.
With much still locked down
And COVID around,
I’ll  just say “What the heck?”

Democracy

A short poem for FOWC: Cynical

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No politician in D.C.
Ever really represents me.
Bureaucracy so big and bloated
Doesn’t care how little Me voted.
I don’t have faith in politics —
Come join the ranks of tired cynics!

 

Heavenly!

This very short story is for Tale Weaver: Blessing and FOWC: Nearly. It was inspired by the picture below, which is a random meme I found online.

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“I feel like this must be heaven!” Ellie exclaimed.

“Really?” her mother asked, laughing with amusement at her daughter’s exuberance.

“Well, definitely nearly,” Ellie said. “I bet only angels could make a cinnamon roll this big!”

When You Don’t Want to Get Up in the Morning

A silly little quatrain for FOWC: Cranky

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There blares an early alarm,

To rouse from comfy bed so warm,

There barges in a cranky mood —

Coffee will fix it, and make it good!

When All Else Fails…

This was meant to be just for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month, but then I realized — shockingly — that I could also write a poem inspired by the picture. Linking to the Weekly Scribblings, where we explore “when all else fails.”

When I feel like I’m drowning,
When my lungs pound to be let out
Of their cage, I find a place
Where I can breathe underwater.

When all else appears to fail,
Find where cats with mermaid tails
Play and swim, and simply dream:
For a moment flow with the silly whim.

 

This Poem is a Jackson Pollock Painting

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #24. These are our inspiration this week:

And here’s what my brain did with that:

When I was a kid
I didn’t have a rubber ducky,
But I did love cheese puffs,
Especially the way they made
Your fingers orange.

(Nothing rhymes with orange.)

In elementary school
I remember learning patriotic
Songs, “purple mountain
Majesties” and all that;
We didn’t know what it meant.

(I don’t know what this means.)

I hope there’s a rhyme and reason
For even the missing things.

 

Note: I am even more unsure about posting this than before I typed it out, but I’ll do it to show Linda that somebody actually used rubber ducky and cheese puff in a poem. 🙂

Nailed It

For SoCS, our word is “nail.” Sometimes my brain can be ridiculous, but that’s stream-of-consciousness, so without further ado….

All I can think about are nail salons, even though I hate manicures. Looking at my cuticles, you can tell I hate manicures. What I hate more than manicures is how many places remain closed. I would appreciate the freedom to deny a manicure myself.

painted fingernails
remind me of M&Ms
that you cannot eat