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NaPoWriMo - 2. Days 4 to 7
April 4, 2016
Time Passing
The sands of time do swiftly flow
Leaving me more past than future
I hope my time left is brighter
There’s so much more I want to know
I’ve sown the seeds I had to sow
Wasted my time reading Chaucer
Never was much of a dreamer
Time now for my spirit to grow
Patience and insight teaches us
To look for the glorious Spark
See beyond the hopeless blackness
Do not be afraid of the dark
Live your life with daring fierceness
A journey on which we embark
Day 4 Prompt:
Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.
January’s bite is cruelest
Midwinter storms and heavy snow
Leave us in shades of black and white
Oh, where did all the colour go?
In this, the bleakest month of all
I'd rather hibernate not play
Snuggle under my eiderdown
Keep this desolate month at bay
January I'd rather skip
And the rest of old winter too
Give me summer's rainbows and warmth
I'm ready for a barbeque!
April 5, 2016 A couple of silly limericks my style.. probably not great form.
There was a young man named Tim
Who’d never been to the gym
So off he went
And he met a gent
Who kissed him on a whim.
There was a young man name Ike
Who never rode a bike
He bought one today
And he was heard to say
I think I’d rather ride Mike.
Prompt for Day 5: Today, I challenge you to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities.
Summer's Rainbows
Oh, how I long for summer's bounty
Gifts from our overflowing garden
Beautiful things like apples and pears
Vegetables that make my mouth sing
But what most reminds me of summer
Are thick-stemmed heirloom tomatoes
Their wonderful colours and odd names
Like Old Yellow, Green Sausage, Pink Grape
I await their appearance with joy
Watching their colours slowly appear
From the laden branches we'll pluck them
Serve them sliced—rainbows on our plates
April 6, 2016 Acrostic ... there's a little message in this.. the first letter from each line put together contains a message... frankly it's just nonsense... but it made me chuckle.
Happy is he who knows his mind
Ever, he is more than kind
Little things he wants to share
Like the gray in your hair
Oh don’t slap him very hard
All can tell he’s no bard
Let’s all tell him what we think
Leave him alone, or give him a drink
Day 6 Prompt: Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general.
Lunchy Brunchy Limerick
There was an invitation to brunch
But isnt’ that just fancy lunch?
You said no it’s not
But as long as it’s hot
I’ll be there to munch.
April 7, 2016 More non-serious goofy stuff.. Todays prompt.. well its a rough one and I'll work on it ...
Hard and Growing
I love men that you know
They have things that love to grow
How dare I, is what you say
I’m not sure, you know I’m gay
But I like them long and firm
Oh does that make you squirm?
Stop those mucky thoughts your thinking
But this is fun, and I’m only joking
But I think we should remember
It is time to plant cucumber!
Meat
I wait.
Dressed in denim—hiding nothing
My t-shirt skinny and threadbare
I am sex for sale.
I stand.
On display, yours for fifty dollars
Use me, abuse me, throw me back
I am only meat.
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