Category: Poetry

Some of my first creative endeavours...

11/28/2020

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I found a journal from way before... talk about a time machine!

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I am not ignoring the prompt, but merely deferring it until another time in the future. It is an intriguing prompt that I wish to devote some time. Later, so I will use this opportunity to share two poems that I wrote in Aug. 2019 for an entry into a local art walk.... our local art gallery, Carnegie Gallery in Dundas, Ontario does an annual Art Walk, during Art Week, in which they team up with the Tower Poetry Society. Poets choose artworks to inspire poems and both are displayed on a walk through Dundas BIA.

Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

I peer into the murk and see many me’s,
And reflections of trees.
The trees are upside-down,
And so is my frown;
When I look into the swamp.
I listen with my eyes:
Water waves with a splash
and there’s just a flash
as you dash away;
To where the wild things are,
in the dark, dark wood.
And I wonder where are you, now?

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

So much unseen amongst your green leaves.
In your proud boughs
you gather all the creatures
that I see with my ears:
Squirrels crunch nuts;
Blue jays squaw and screech;
Chickadees chime in;
Cicadas preach;
Interrupting the blackbird’s speech.

Leaves sway,
And they give away
the spot where you play

A tree is a house, an umbrella and a playground,
interconnecting
the lives that exist within and around.

Ouch, a chestnut knocked upon my noggin!
And, I know that if a tree branch crashes to the ground,
it certainly makes a sound.

Can you see the forest for the trees?

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 24

5/1/2020

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Opticks

The prompt was ‘fruit’ and this somewhat recent and unshared poem has an apple in it, so I count it(;

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NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 23

5/1/2020

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The prompt was to play with the alphabet (more or less). I was going to cheat and use a poem from when I did this before. Instead, I tried a new one, and Aha! I like it, but I also like the other one, so here are both...

A is for Apocalypse

Architect of anarchy, asshole archetype; And
another apeshit angry anti-asshat holy epiphany --

Aaaaarrrgghhh --

After all the awesome angelic altar-egos
effectively alienate the aliens, isolating with the best of ‘Em,
but only if it’s after eight
and, only if you’re arboreal, all upright and sturdy strong,
can you truly see all that’s wrong.

Ardent animalistic instincts above all else — so I attack,
aggressive and artfully with much ado.
Ammunition needed to amass amenities amongst
the average anomalies in this after-lifetime of allegorical irony.
No glory, like getting schmucked by a lorry, asterisk...
It might have been a bus, but it doesn’t matter when I’m dust --
Awesome August allergies in April —

Aaaachoooo --
Boo hoo. Me too.

(April 24... first write/word gathering, April 25, 2020... arranged, edited, finalized, again Apr 30/May 1)

Mouthful of Marbles

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Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

4/30/2020

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It’s “Poem in your Pocket” day.... Check it out, here!
... aside from writing poetry all month, I’ve been trying to read more poems and find poems that speak to me — having time to do this is definitely a plus to these Pandemic Times — today, I read the saddest & loveliest poem...

RIP Miss Punga 💕

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

4/30/2020

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one

one sun
many moons
one love
many tombs
one earth
many rooms
many fumes
few blooms
many ruins
go boom
with doom
now gloom
it looms
fill the saloons
escape tycoons
big goons
human hoodlum unions
loosen delusions
or grow illusions

as we consume
do not assume

hope
floats
like 99 bloated red balloons
going by
before they deflate
as laws dictate
it’s innate
relate, mate ?

one faith
would be great
too late
many fates
many hates

one earth
one sun
one love

one hope

(March 8, 2019)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 20

4/28/2020

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Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus

Monsoons, floods, showers
Deluges for May flowers
‘Brella overturns

Holy crap, wind gusts
Out of nowhere, scared kitty.
Tornado paper swirls

Moist and mushy mud
Gurgles around galoshes
Slurpy and sloppy

Deceitful sun with
false promises. The cat knows;
Warmest through windows.

Might as well just #stayhome

Mud stanza first conceived Mar. 27, rest written April 25, title sorted April 28, 2020)

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Some of my first creative endeavours...

NaPoWriPo2020 - Poem 28

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 27

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 26

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 25

Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 24

Opticks

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 23

A is for Apocalypse

Mouthful of Marbles

Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

RIP Miss Punga 💕

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 20

Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus

Today is a great day to create a great day.

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BeverlyIn response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

HiddenIn response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

Opticks

A is for Apocalypse

Mouthful of Marbles

RIP Miss Punga 💕

Canadian SpringAll the Seasons in One Day One + Four Haikus

Today is a great day to create a great day.

Archives

Categories

Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus