Wednesday, April 27, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

27. Write a poem made of ten metaphors.

 OURS IS ....

He dances in the darkness
with music playing in silence
tunes from the future beckoned
he lies in the past of his dreams
buying a moments lingering breath
she grasps for his fading shadow
diving in a pool of tomorrow
to set aside the grief of happiness
all the while knowing nothing still
she lights up the floor with darkness

UMMMM... not too sure if I did this justice...

Today is W

Well to day is my 48th birthday !!!
so not knowing what I'm going to write
Here we go ....
When I was born
I was pink and wrinkled
wiggling into my parents hearts
When I grew into my teens
I wrinkled my nose, thinking
 it would attract a certain boy
when I was in my twenties
I spent hours in a hot bath
until I came out wrinkled
When I was in my thirties
I couldn't stand it at all
if my clothes were wrinkled
Now here I am in my forties
and every time I look
I'm getting more wrinkled
Wonder what the next forty years will bring !!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

26. Write a poem to your future self, but do not say it is to your future self, address the poem to a president or rock star.... OURS IS ....

A complete unknown

Your fame came late
yet you're in your prime
we knew you had 'it'
from way back in time
now everyone knows
what we knew all along
your beauty and strength
they're singing your songs
just look at you now
how much you have grown
now known by millions
not a complete unknown

Well we can always dream...tee hee hee...

Today is V

Vers Beaucoup is an enjoyable form that was created By Curt Mongold on the FanStory site.

The easiest way to explain Vers Beaucoup is that it is a 4,3,3,2 rhyme format with no more than three words PER RHYME. A lot of people get thrown off by that one It can have less, but no more than three. OURS IS...

My Prince
Let us start at the part, when cupid's dart,
hit his heart with a thud, no blood,
just a flood of feelings true,for two
love was new, now it's found
he's duty bound

From tower tall, he looked small, heard her call,
gave his all, was no good, it's understood,
no one could reach her there, maiden fair,
moonlit hair, cant be denied
that he tried

He showed power, climbing the tower,clutching a flower
in that hour of the night, such a sight,
showed no fright, untill he saw a dragons paw,
great big claw, then he fell,
straight to hell.


Monday, April 25, 2011

Today is U


When I'm tired of life
and feeling so low...
I look upward

When happiness surrounds
my heart and soul...
I look upward

I raise my hands
and sing in praise
for I know I am
in His loving grace

When my weakness shows
from all of life's woes...
I look upward

When my end is here
I'll have no fear...
I'll look upward

I raise my hands
and sing in praise
for I know I am
in His loving grace


Today is T



A tyburn is a six line poem that follows a clear syllable count. The first four lines rhyme. The first four lines are also descriptive words.
The last two lines rhyme, The last two lines are nine syllables. The sixth through eighth syllables use the words you used from lines 1 through 4. In any order, but it has to be those words. The last two lines have to rhyme with each other, but do not have to have the same rhyme scheme with the first four lines.
Syllable Count
line 1 - 2 syllables
line 2 -2 syllables
line 3 -2 syllables
line 4 -2 syllables
line 5 - 9 syllables
line 6 - 9 syllables



A missile will fissile into parts
like a whistle is wistful in hearts

LOL we tried !!

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

25. Write a poem where a literary figure shows up and tells you something and gives you something.

Shakespeare came to me in a dream
holding the secrets I've longed to know
he told me it is easier than it seems
then with painted words he did show

He spoke in riddles yet I could see
the gifts he was trying to bestow
and before too long it came to me
that it is all how the words flow

He felt he'd done what he came to do
and he began to fade in a mist
and though the dream was all through
there still was a bit of a twist

seems as I dreamt I wrote it down
yet I'd never done that before
my writing sure made my husband frown
for it was written on my kitchen floor !!

Tee hee hee... I wish !!

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

24. Write a poem that has the word “love” hidden in it somewhere. But you cannot use the word “love” by itself, it must be hidden (such as in the word “glove” or in two words like “halo venom”).



Seeing the paloverde
we had to pullover
it was in the clover
with foxglove near a pond
slovenliness with beauty
and as the killdeer plover sang
we knew we found strangelove
our happiness did spillover


Saturday, April 23, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

23. Write a poem where the last word of the first line begins with the first letter of your name, and the last word of the second line begins with the second letter of your name until you have spelled out your first and/or your last name.
Love a challenge so we are doing our whole name, First, middle and last... Just know that I prefer not to be called by my first name... so please do not use it when addressing me... Hope you all understand and thank you !


Most people love their first name, Justifiably,
I however, do not and though it is Unusual
I'd rather be tied to a truck and Drug
than be called Judy, call me Yoo-hoo

Or you can just call me Lynne
that will help stop my Yattering
on about how I hate my Name
you needn't know all the Nakedness
that comes with my long Explanation

JL is my name, to me, it fits me Dandy
and though my Momma would Object
she loves the name she gave her Daughter
changing my name, she couldn't Grasp
but she has come around, Eventually

Think this sounds kind of more like a rant than a poem...LOL

Friday, April 22, 2011

Today is S

Sand sculptures on seashores

Soothing waves slapping shores
sending children screeching
sandaled feet sinking slowly
sucked down in salt waters

starving artists seeking attention
sand castles on shinning shores
sculptures slowly taking shape
sharks and surfers sharing spotlights

sunshine sparkling on sand
stylishly stunning displays
simple sweet summer days
of shimmery silvery seascapes


NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

22. Write a poem that only has five syllables in each line. Give the poem a long title.
We'd sit on the seawall and feel the cool air off the ocean

memories of us
linger in my mind...
Our toes in the sand
the wind in our hair
seagulls in the sky
sun shining brightly...
we ran to the waves
salt on your tan skin
I kiss you so hard
we fall in the waves
laughing at ourselves
you held my hand tight
you fell to one knee
promise forever

I miss you more now
while the sun light fades
alone on the shores
where you still linger

in the seagulls cry
and the soft sea breeze
the sun melts away
in all I see you

In my mind lingers
memories of us....


Thursday, April 21, 2011

Today is R


A rictameter is a nine-line poem. Each line has a specific number of syllables. The first line has two syllables. The next line has four. The next line has six. The next line has eight. The next line has ten. And we work our way down again (8,6,4,2)  The last line is the same as the first line... OURS IS...


See me
engulfed in written words
fulfilling a poetic dream
to be loved for the words I've chosen
creeping into the heart of you
lingering in your mind
where only you
see me


NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

 21. Write a poem with the opposite hand that you write with or if you type your poems on the computer, use only one hand to type... LOL now now now , do it... one handed !!
OURS IS ....

Typing one handed
     is hard for me now
        but I sure remember

            not long ago
    hunt and peck
         was the only way
              I was able to type....


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Thank you is never enough !!

But we still thank you all so much !!!

Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe  has honnored us with our third award !!!
It is so nice, we are at a loss for words... GO FIGURE !!!


Today is Q

Today we are trying a Quinzaine... an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. The word comes from the French word quinze, meaning fifteen. The syllables are distributed over three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line, and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.
Quaint is the mountain life.
Who needs the city...
Or the smog??

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

20. Remove your shoes. Write a poem that celebrates your feet.


Born with two, so happily
I've learned to walk tall
dancing in the falling rain
kicking up my heals in the fall
I've stubbed a toe a time or two
and wiggled them in mud so cool
I'm glad they carry me so strong
I love my feet... THEY RULE !!


NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

19. Close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you. If the sounds are peaceful, write a poem with a violent word as the title. If the sounds are loud, write a poem with a kind word as the title.


Televisions blaring the same old news
killing in the streets hearts being used
for once in world can we please find
a way to bring peace, is anyone kind?
No more to hear that same old boring *hit
For once I would like to hear silence a bit
so off I went to the garden one more time
and silence filled my heart and my mind !

This one was another struggle ... hope you all like it !

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Today is P

Today we are doing a Pleiades...this form has a title with a single word. The poem itself has seven lines. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title.
Pajamas with paisley patterns
Pancakes with peanut butter spread
Pillows of down soft and comfy
Peaceful as the day begins
Porch swing in the shade
Puppies playing with frogs
Perfect place for pleasurable moments

Monday, April 18, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

18. Write a poem about something small that is only 5 lines long... OURS IS...

Delicate winged furry
with colors vivid and bright
all the tiny hummingbirds
sipping nectar in the light
so fast their wings are blurry


Today is O

WOW O already !! going by fast isn't it ... OURS IS...


Overnight the weather turned
from Winter into Spring
just like that flowers bloomed
and birds began to sing

It would have been a perfect day
for the conditions were just right
but my whole world changed
unexpectedly overnight

It was an awful feeling when
your hand slapped my face
when loving emotions overnight
with hurtfulness were replaced

The darkness then surrounded
all of our happiest days
and overnight I wanted you
to die in very unusual ways

I thought of deadly ways
to make me feel much better
and overnight I hoped that
you were gone from life forever

I never thought of the consequence
of what my hopes would do
or that my hateful hurtful thoughts
would ever really come true

Then overnight my world of love
was forever changed by fate
for you were taken overnight
into heavens golden gate

Now Spring has lost its meaning
though it is still a beautiful sight
It will never take away the hurt
of what happened overnight


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Today is Sunday...NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

So we have to take a day off from the A-Z challenge....Bummer !

BUT... For the NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011 Today is ...

17. Write a poem that includes these words: bamboozled, bloodlust, bibliography. Have the title include one of these words: contradiction, constellation, cranberry.


The bibliography of the constellation
was only half of the tale
for many were in contradiction
of how the story did unveil

They were at peace for most of their known time
or so this story goes
until a bloodlust dominated, leaving
Cranberrian's with woes

But the fact is they were bamboozled
into a bloody war
by the Blazer constellation
the rival's next door

The Blazers wanted  everything that
the Cranberrians had
so they hatched a plan that got
them fighting mad

And when the war was over
and the Blazer's got their prize
what they thought they won
was nothing but lies

So in lies the contradiction
did they get what they deserved
or was the Cranberrians way of life
ultimately preserved

HUUUMMMM... not sure about this one, but it is what it is today...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

16. Make a list of ten images of things you have seen in the last 24 hours. Use all of them in a poem.


While leaving the mountains
is not my cup of tea
I wanted to go to play
just my Momma and me

So we bought a news paper 
and looked in the map
to see all the places
the yard sales were at

We first went to Alpine
its close to our home
then in to El Cajon
we decided to roam

Breakfast at Denny's
is our special treat
then fighting the traffic
on the hot city streets

We had a great time
and spent a few hours
But I was glad to get back
to my cool garden of flowers


Today is N


What does it take to be neighborly
a warm hello across a fence
a helping hand when needed
or a smile the brightens
Barbecue invites
or just being
as quiet
as you


Friday, April 15, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

15. Write a poem that describes the wallpaper on your computer or the image on the last postcard you received.



A childless mother is what I am
for my body has long since been barren
but mother to her, pet lovers understand,
so I snap shots of her with my Cannon

One of my favorite things to do
is to get her in a pose
though most times I have no luck
she usually turns up her nose...

But this time I was luckier
than most times I had tried
I used a flower to pull her out
of the place she likes to hide

So as her attention was drawn in
her image I did capture
now it is my wallpaper
I really love her stature

Love my baby girl !!

Today is M

We are trying our hand at a Monotetra

The monotetra contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables.The last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have one stanza or many stanzas. Poem format:
Line 1:8 syllables
Line 2:8 syllables
Line 3:8 syllables
Line 4:8 syllables with repetition


Dont need to be a superstar
'cause I love you for who you are
so what if you have an old car
you play guitar, you play guitar

Short and sweet !!!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Today is L


Living in luxury
in my trailer park home
it may not seem luxurious
but for me its next to none

My rent is within my means
which these days that's hard to find
and I have a garden that many say
is really one of a kind

so in my mind its a luxury
to have the life I've got
and for this hard core country girl
it really means a lot !!

LOL... the nutty one, that's me !!

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

14. Think of the nicest thing someone ever said to you. Write a poem about a rainy day and something flooding. End the poem with the good thing someone said.

LOL ... OURS IS ...

Rain was coming in torrids
and there was no end in sight
we had hoped it would subside
but it worsened overnight

Yet all is well within my world
for in my house I'm safe and dry
and my husband just said to me
I'm the apple of his eye !!

Tee hee hee

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Today is K

Today I'm going off the grid a bit
for a moment of bragging rights
so try to enjoy these photos we sent
because we worked this with all of our might !!


Today we are doing the clean up but the majority of the job is done...


NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

13. Run around your house and grab 5 items that all begin with the same letter. Write a poem as an ode to one of these items or that includes these items.
We will do ours in a English ode with the rhyme scheme of ABABCDECDE.



There you are waiting once again
for a strum or a pluck to hum
like a greeting card from a faraway friend
or a discarded piece of chewing gum

Your cords rain glitter in my mind
and glue all thoughts together
bringing sweet peace to my soul
more time with you I'd like to find
our harmony ringing true forever
to play you guitar, is my goal

Ok so I'm not quite awake just yet LOL

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Today is J

Just us

In the morning
as I rise
the coffee made
the kisses
the peanutbutter toast
I am so grateful
for the love
just us


NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

12. Turn on the radio to any channel. Write a poem inspired by the first thing you hear (lyrics to a song, a commercial, etc.)
MUD ON THE TIRES/ Brad Paisley



Mom had a hard time keeping me in a dress,
I loved dirt so much I was always a mess,
digging dirt was fun I would have to admit,
but when water was added she'd have to forget it,
cause this tomboy was in it clear up to her nose,
there's nothing like feeling mud squished thru toes,
mud puddles and mud pies, mud art dried in the sun,
oh the memories of times with mud were such fun !!!


Monday, April 11, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

11. Write a poem that begins with the last thing you can remember someone saying to you today or yesterday. See if you can use that line two or three times... OURS IS...

Goodnight honey, I love you...

Each night I am blessed, once again,
by a hug and a kiss from my loving man,
'Goodnight honey, I love you', I know he means,
as he slips of to bed and starts his dreams.

He has never lacked to bless me with this,
for if he did, things would be amiss...
such a lovely simple and sweet thing to do,
'Goodnight honey, I love you'

'Good night, my husband, sleep well tonight'
then I kiss him again, and hold him tight,
a ritual, made just for us two,
'Goodnight honey, I love you'


Today is I


It was a moment of youthful bliss,
a snapshot of wonder, felt in a kiss,
flooded with feelings too hard to resist,
it was infectious

Lifted in lovely temptations of life,
asking her, 'wont you please, be my wife',
a smile that took away all of the strife,
it was infectious

Turning the pages, their love had no end,
their family branches started to extend,
of happiness they could not pretend,
it was infectious

They lived their life full, all hand in hand,
and to the end, together, they did stand,
their love of one another was so grand,
it was infectious


Sunday, April 10, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

10. Write a poem about one of the deadly seven sins that only contains seven words a line.

a rapacious desire will take you in
  personal gain is where it will begin
with all you have, you want more
Greed got under your skin for sure

betrayal and disloyalty are not far away
soon manipulation will slip into each day
hoarding and scavenging to get your needs
in the name of your selfish Greed

Greed will only lessen your heads clarity
though you try disguising it with charity
unless you give up, you wont win
Greed is one of the deadly sins

OOO we found this to be a challenge...

Today's Prompt is Sunday...


And we are supposed to take Sunday off from the A-Z challenge but that doesn't mean we are slacking off, we still have the NaPoWriMo 30 day challenge, One Stop Poetry, Acrostics Only and our other blog Dodge Writes, so keep up and have fun... Our 'I' will be up tomorrow...


Saturday, April 9, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

9. Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet.

Zephyr lilies are so fair
zebras run in herds
your a letter filled with zestfulness
(zither is an odd word)

Zucchini's make an awesome bread
Zinc is good for my body
I really love my niece Zeara
although she kind of thinks I'm Zany

Taurus is my Zodiac
Zenith my television
I guess I better zip this up
And go listen to Led Zeppelin

LOL what ?? you all know we are a bit nutty !

Today is H

Add caption

Happy Husband

He is the rock I lean on
He is the fix-it man
He is sweet kisses, always
He is my happy husband

He is a hardy laugher
He is my best friend
He is a good dancer
He is my happy husband


Friday, April 8, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

8. Turn your paper so that it’s in the landscape position. Write a poem about God or the universe or the horizon of the ocean with longer lines and see what happens... OK how exactly do we do this???? LOL ... OURS IS...

upon the horizon where the sun sets in gold,
near the edge of the universe, where God is we're told,
in oceans of blue and stardust of light, the moon is rising with all of his might,
and as the Earth turns from the shade of the sun, leading the way to our beloved one, we sleep in our awareness, allowing time to fade,
hoping we find one more day we can trade
for the moment of life times to share when we're old,
upon the horizon where the sun sets in gold.


We want to thank Deirdra Eden-Coppel for our very first award .... how exciting !!

Today is G

(guess you saw this one coming)

Gardens overflowed at my Grandma's place
her love of each flower showed on her face
in each she could see the beauty and grace
 she loved to see Sweet pea vines interlace 

Many a flower were fair by her growing
her delicate touch she was always bestowing
I learned much while her knowledge was showing
I hear her voice in the soft wind blowing

Advice she passed down when I was a child
into my memories they are filed
with old fashioned words soft and mild
the way that she looked as she cracked a smile

'A green thumb is grown like plants in the yard'
'to nurture and grow you have to work hard'
'of mite and snail you must keep guard
if not your flowers growth will retard'

although I pulled more than just weeds back then
it seemed never to raise her adrenalin
she'd put them in a bucket giving a grin
and her poor flowers were planted once again

Grandma was a gardener without a doubt
she knew each flower as they popped out
that's how my green thumb came about
she planted the seed, I am the sprout

Miss you Grandma !!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

7. Find a favorite recipe. Now write a poem inspired or in the style of that recipe about a family secret, yours or someone else’s... OURS IS ...

Family Secrets
(breaking the hold)

Molded in fashion
iced to keep
seep in many fears
to eat while you sleep

Take a grain of knowledge
add a pinch of  mistrust
drop in some tears
bits of regret are a must

fold in some years
to fester and mourn
add those days you
wish you weren't born

keep old wounds
open and sore
observe how they make
you grieve even more

Now take a moment
to see what you learn
the mess that makes
each cried tear burn

open the closet where
these secret are kept
let them be broken
have no more contact

burn them to ashes
move on with your life
and those festering secrets
will no more bring you strife

YEP...  all gone !!

Today is F

Today we are going off the usual poetry and sharing a short story... a sentence starts the story prompt using the line THE DOOR WAS CLOSED...ENJOY !
The door was closed. That wasn't stopping him though; he blew through it like it wasn't even there. Anger does that, gives an adrenaline rush that even the best drugs can't compete with. He wasn't a very big man, five-foot-ten one-hundred-ninety pounds, but he had the strength of a gorilla when he was angry. She stood in the closet of the tiny bedroom, hoping the open window would make him think she had escaped through it. She held her breath as he passed by the closet and stuck his head out of the window, cursing aloud and banging his hands on the windowsill. He rushed out of the room, and she slowly let her breath out.

When she heard the door to the house slam shut, it sent shivers up her spine. She had made it through this one with out as much as a scrape, so far at least. Now comes the hard part, actually getting away. She opened the closet and walked over to the window, giving a quick look out to make sure it was safe. Seeing nothing out there she headed for the front door, picking up her purse and keys along the way. As she reached for the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. Someone was out there. She saw the shadow pass as he walked up to the door. So she turned the deadbolt instead and the other three locks on the door, hoping it would give her a little time. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911. The operator came on just as the living room window exploded towards her. Shards of glass flew everywhere as she did a duck-and-run maneuver and headed for the open window in the bedroom.

The 911 operator was on the job and was already calling for back up, asking over and over if the caller was okay.

"Hello caller... Are you still there? I have the police on the line, can you give me your address...caller....caller?"
"There's a man with a gun. He's breaking into my house..." She spewed out an address. Not the one she was just at, but the one she memorized, just in case this had ever happened.

Knowing this route like the back of her hand, she ran at full speed, not looking back even once. She could feel him behind her, and he was catching up. She hoped that she would be able to make it to the safe house before he caught up to her. She turned the corner and started hitting a button on her key ring. A door three houses down popped open. She pushed herself a little harder to open the distance between her and the man chasing her. She made it through the door and quickly put all the locks in place. She went to the jacket closet in the entry way and flung open the door. She pushed the coats aside and found the button on the back of the wall. When she pushed it, the wall opened up to show a stash of weapons. She grabbed the Colt .45 and the clip and snapped them together. She ran to the safety point she had set up, tucked herself in and waited for the worst.

He tried the door first and then another window crashed open. She took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself, like the instructors at the shooting range had taught her. It seemed like an impossible task, because her breath could not be caught, and her heart was beating so fast it exploded in her head.
'Point and shoot, keep your eyes open, look at what you are shooting, point and shoot'.... She kept repeating the mantra over and over. It did little to calm her though, her hands were shaking and she was more scared than she could imagine.

He had broken the window out with a potted plant that was on the porch. Now he was climbing through the broken window, pushing the curtains aside and looking into the dark room. He could see her in the corner tucked in behind the overturned 4" thick oak table. She had him dead in her sights, slowing her breath to take the shot if necessary.

Then it was as if time itself had slowed. Things happened in a snapshot fashion. He raised the gun he held, pointing it in her direction. As she raised hers, he pulled his trigger, but he missed her as the bullets penetrated the oak table she had placed as protection in front of her. Three more shots rang out in the room. None of them hit her, or came from her. Her assailant fell to the floor, gasping for breath and spilling his life all over the carpet beneath him.

The officers were in the house now. They kept repeating for her to drop the gun. She did as they instructed, putting her hands up over her head. One of the cops slowly approached her. She couldn't hear much. The shots were still ringing in her ears. A cop was wiping her assailant's blood off her face. He kept asking her if she was hit, but it felt like a dream she was trying to wake up from, and wasn't sure herself if she was hit or not.

After she was given a good looking over from the EMT, she was placed in the patrol car and taken to the station. They asked her what seemed like a million questions and then released her. As she was leaving the station, the officer that shot her assailant put her coat over her shoulders. He reassured her that he would be there if she ever needed someone to talk to. She thanked him again for coming to her rescue.

As she walked away, she realized that she finally felt safe for the first time since her ex-husband vowed to kill her or die trying. Smiling, she thought, At least that was a vow he kept.