Poetry Here (Mostly)


Night crept out

window’s mouth,

scented breeze

singing trees,

early morn

coffee warm,

again.

Grabbed a cup,

toast popped up.

paper news,

ink-black views,

daily chores,

then outdoors,

again,

again.

Walked with dog,

ravens called,

flowery scene,

southwest green,

season brings

near same thing,

again,

again,

again.

Evening mixed

dinner fix,

greet, speak, eat,

watched TV,

minutes gone,

day moved on,

again,

again,

again,

again.

 

 


Stretched lake breeze,

ten thousand trees,

continuous bay,

milky waves,

lonely twinkle,

solitude hills,

daffodils pensive,

golden thoughts.

 

——

The Daffodils

William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Sometimes before falling asleep in bed

I tune in people who now are long dead.

Glamorous actors from last century

look stylish in dramas or comedy,

film noir, or high jinks of action frolic

city bustle or somewhere bucolic.
Cinema loved a storybook romance

feelings expressed in a well-rehearsed dance.

Entertainment sang on Hollywood lots

before stars got cast into dark, final plots.

On my screen they shine without special effects,

computer zombies, or uncomfortable sex.

Limericks (Day 5)


Found random words to rhyme about:

lazy, lout, pig, snout, sauerkraut.

I’ll doggerel combine,

in limerick time,

to put off scrubbing my bathroom’s tile grout.

 

That lazy Lout guzzled vermouth,

showed potbelly and looked uncouth.

A picture of sin,

with bottle of gin,

and when not drinking, he fed his sweet tooth.

 

As to a snout, little I know,

it’s needed for truffles to go.

You might ask French hog

or look at his blog,

Couch Lout’s likely viewed an animal show.

 

It might taste good but sauerkraut stinks,

spread on hot dog or sausage link.

Meat made from pig snout,

“Goes with beer,” burped Lout,

then, grease on his shirt, he died in a blink.

 

Limericks are completely done,

such silly lines but I had fun.

Now, I am sincere,

I had no Lout here,

and thanks, but no thanks, please don’t bring me one.


What’s inside contains

the same. However,

before the journey,

to be marketed,

like people, eggs get

grouped by their color.


F-R-I-E-N-D

Fabulous,                   Funny,                            Friendly,

Responsible,                   Reconcilable.                   Ready,

Interesting,                            Inclusive,                            Ingenuous,

Expansive,                                     Empowering,                           Eccentric,

Natural,                                           Nutty,                                              Nice,

Dependable,                                          Distinctive,                    Demanding

Life: Humdrum Phenomenon


(Day 2: Face alliteration)

Affectionate, folksy farewell,

including youthful fiasco

Fresno to Frisco, then elderly

fun with a friendly finch, plus

facts on a near-forgotten

fight for freedom in France.

 

Photographed face featured

flat above phrases flippant,

or funereal, flattering, though

possibly fatuous, fashioned

by family or forever friend,

for a few lines in a newspaper.

 

Haiku prompt:water


Hangs out a pink sign
Short pants draw my attention
Dry dog needs water


When Sun took a shine to Moon,

her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,

interested, he reflected.

 

They rarely saw each other,

Moon struggled to rise early,

he got tired but stayed up late.

 

Moon had never felt so hot,

but as darking time approached

Sun necessarily turned cold.

 

Clouds comforted lonely Moon,

vapors caressed her features

and tinted their pearly feathers.

 

West Wind carried Cumulus,

rosy makeup painted sky,

pale Moon stared at colorful scene.

Way to Go


You visited the city

where I have long resided,

not so easy getting ‘round,

neither one of us can drive.

 

First strolled through my neighborhood,

showed you all the grocery stores,

then, together, walked my dog,

obviously, you wanted more.

 

Had to visit those locales

in your glossy bright brochure,

places tourists must not miss,

I’d forgotten their allure.

 

We took the number 7

through areas of working class

high school kids, screaming babies,

long ride, bus did not go fast.

 

But, the Park destination,

wild woods and cultivation,

peace of Japanese gardens,

surpassed your expectations.

 

Handy to have a senior’s

pass, good for the trolley too,

Little Italy, Hillcrest,

we could have gone to the Zoo.

 

35 to Ocean Beach,

then to the Reservation

had mountain view, big buffet,

and blackjack conversation.

 

You’re home from your holiday,

happy for our excursions,

I’m glad getting where we went

worth effort of exertion.

 

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