Théoule Sur Mer
To learn from the sun
To shine, it’s just begun,
Let’s not forget fun
Antoine Burgos
My Earth Day’s haïku
Tag Archives: Fun
The Photograph
The photograph around the edges blurs.
Inside of me, though, all emotion stirs
when looking at the portrait. Wedding day
of grandparents shows formal pose that May.
He, dapper, fine, professor-like, and she
in silk, aloof, no smile. What can’t I see
upon that face? She, always secretive,
would never offer, no, would never give
up hints to her persona. We remained
a bit apart from her. Silk-dressed, she trained
us well in manners and obedience.
I always wished that she’d let loose and dance!
Our grandpa played with us, provided fun,
but Grandma frowned. “Of this I will have none.”
Still Life With Discarded Magazine Pages & Other Collected Objects
Limerick
Hello fellow 20 Liners and everybody in between, how would you all like it if we try ourselfs in writing Limericks?
i meant to to do for a while now, but never had the courage….
this is what i came up with so far, though i think i didnt get the rythm right(and thats the most important part…)
There once was an old maiden named Rosy
Who was truly quite nosy
She shatterd her truck
Peed in a sack
While watching her sister buying a posy
We attended a PUMPKIN Stroll
The recreation department in our town held their Third Annual PUMPKIN STROLL
The children came in beautiful costumes
They brought Carved Pumpkins for the contest
Vendors set up tables with items for sale but they all had candy to pass out to the children who also were Trick or Treating(dress rehearsal for the 31st)
We had a table with lots of candy as well and our raffle items for the Garden Club fundraising effort.
Yesterday
Palindrome
gnomes striking
upon gushing strawberries
suddenly
strawberries gushing upon
striking gnomes
Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger
anothere try, even sillier
Eco.no.mics
I don’t care if the demand curve is downward sloping,
and the supply curve- upward,
I wonder why do I need to learn production function,
even when I am not producing a single thing.
I don’t care if the foreign exchange reserves get exhausted,
and when the balance of payments is not favorable,
I wonder why do I need to know about the budget,
even when I never adhere to it.
Ah! I wonder why do I need to study Economics,
because I have an exam, Ah! The answer is here sneering at me.
P.s.-
I have wasted three of my four prep holidays,
now I have got my exam
What can I do but laugh at me
And right silly stuff about Economics.
Other Mothers
Other Mothers say
‘Yes’
and ‘All right then’ and
‘Fine’
and not ‘We’ll see’ and
‘If’ and ‘But’ and ‘Definitely No’.
Everybody Else can
and will and has already
without having to stamp a foot
or shout.
Other Mothers don’t fuss so.
OVID says…
Since I’ve been talking of and showing art, plus poetry, I thought I’d leave you with a quote from Ovid -
Of its own accord my song would come in the right
rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.
Well lucky Ovid!
Sometimes my ‘song’ comes in the night,
and sometimes rhymes,
but mostly if it comes out right …
the rhyme marches in thyme
internally
Sorting the Currents & Seams
What craziness has befallen me?
I sit and concoct, I think in blocks.
I have some random thought
and try to think in rhyme.
Where did this come from.
abab ccdd. Where was I when this was taught?
Certainly not paying enough attention.
While driving, I have a thought.
Where’s a pen?
I won’t remember that perfect, tidy gem.
I certainly hope those blessed with verse,
have the sometimes writer’s block.
Because I suffer it from the outset.
Sorting all these seams, currents and rapids
of how the words are suppose to flow.
Nothing smooth in my flow, boulders abound.
Did Sandburg, Whitman and Wordsworth imbibe
to so well inscribe upon our minds.
Perhaps a glass of vino
would help the words flow.
No, it isn’t so.
Layers
I wrote this thinking about how I felt taking my new step to join a group of people I don’t know after my husband passed away. In an effort to not stay in a small corner in the house I pushed myself into joining a social group and tonight is the first meeting…..
Blindly the layers of my existence are removed
leaving me exposed, one by one, taken away
Left only is a breath of pure honesty, fragile
whisper thin, cracks forming like spider webs
Reaching out to grasp at any solid hold it can
A dream of what is to be wraps around my body
and covers the naked fear of the unknown
Ashamed to bare the truth of what is below the surface
afraid to face the road that looms beyond the bend
Ignorant of the wonders once the veil is lifted
A Blogger’s Haiku
A Ghost of a Post
skims across your day to leave
the faintest shadow.
Obscured
We clean our glasses, we clean our windows
we must, after all see where we are, where we are going
Wouldn’t it be helpful if we could clean our minds
of all that grit and grime that obscures the view
of where we must go, get too, arrive?
Because there are, I’m told, better places to see, to be,
than to waste time sitting in a car wash taking pictures!
Shades of Seuss Challenge
Maggie has suggested we do a challenge based on Dr. Seuss style poems, and I think it’s a great idea. I had almost done it when I posted that poem this morning. So what do you think? How about attempting to write a poem in the style and spirit of of Dr. Seuss. I thought it would be fun to make it just for the sake of the challenge…no voting on favorites, but just an exercise for people to have fun with. So go for it! Here’s a link to my poem, “Shades of Seuss”. Have fun! :)
Practical Magic
Becky hated shopping, but she needed socks. Her others were full of holes. She smiled at the young man behind the counter and he rewarded her with a beam in reply. Then she blinked, for he seemed to twinkle and for a second he reminded her of a character in an old fairy tale. Only the spotlights shimmering on his bald head, of course, and the sparkle from his multi-studded ears, eyebrows and lip, the dazzle of his white teeth. She fancied she heard a jingle as he smiled. She was tempted to lean over the counter to see if he was wearing baggy pants and turned up toes on his shoes.
She plumped for five pairs of practical black socks and then she spotted them, the silver pair glittering amongst the black. She picked them up with a laugh. They weren’t for her. Too flashy, and they would be scratchy – they looked scratchy – but instead they felt like silken webs.
“Magical, aren’t they? Can you resist?” The young man folded his arms across his chest. Becky thought she heard a trill of music accompany his twinkling, but there was only the roar of the crowds and the dazzle of his ironmongery.
At home, she laid the silver socks on her dressing table. They glistened gently.
“You look like something from a fairy tale,” she muttered. “Do you grant wishes?” She laughed at the preposterous notion and heard the voice of the young man from the department store whisper back.
“Your wish is my command.”
