Hoary Scritches

 

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A poem-a-day in the month of April?
Is a tad bit silly; goes better in May.
But an order here I will fulfill
About what or who I just can’t say.
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The reader will have to wait in line
As the poet scritches the hoary head
Crossing the Ts and the words align
Wafting at play the slatey threads.
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I whoof off those stringy cobwebs
Sit up straight and take a breath
Thoughts pop in, then out they ebb
Some alive, others scrubbed in death.
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Cheerio! I say to anyone present
Read these lines and in between
We shall have daily times spent
A’ scribbling in this blogging scene.

Concrete Anyone?

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The old recipe for concrete was

Quicklime, pumice and ash

Add a bit of water and sand

And you had a good hard mash.

Romans used it for arches and domes

With horsehair to lessen the cracks

Some blood to make it more frost-resistant

But pouring it was hard on the backs.

Today it is a billion dollar industry

And the material most used by man

Foundations, bridges and roads

Are the biggest uses on demand.

So now you’ve read a poem

Probably the first one ever

Written about concrete

Isn’t this very clever?!

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[Concrete poetry or Size poetry is poetry in which the typographical arrangement of words is as important in conveying the intended effect as the conventional elements of the poem, such as meaning of words, rhythm, rhyme and so on.

It is sometimes referred to as visual poetry, a term that has evolved to have distinct meaning of its own, but which shares the distinction of being poetry in which the visual elements are as important as the text.]

Formatting restrictions prevent this from showing a true “concrete” poem.  ~jew

“Springing” into Action

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I cried out to you last night, Lord,
When I awoke with a fright
You sang to me a dulcet chord
And my fears anon took flight.
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My spirit aroused with adoration
Your greatness sustains me, Lord
To fight battles of every occasion
Your might is my spirit’s sword.
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You’re the joy of lithesome birds
Playfully pecking at bugs and seed;
Gracefully into the air they herd
Oh, to follow them in secrecy.
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The field is rife with weeds and clover
Plump honey bees fill their pockets
Sprinkling golden succor all over,
Showing off their shiny lockets.
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Storms overnight ravaged the view:
Marinated soil flaunts bubbly pools
Broken tree limbs, bird’s nests askew
Aborted feathered life slumped like ghouls.
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Tall corn spikes, tomatoes green lumps
Bashful strawberries hid from me
Brussel sprouts showing nary a bump
Fans of elephant-eared broccoli.
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Morning glory vines garnished with hearts
Stretched their ropes into the skies
Clinging, twisting in fits and starts
Formed a glorious, colorful sunrise.
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Orange daylilies stretch out like fingers
The hibiscus displays her dinner plate
Hummingbirds dine well as they linger
Bleeding hearts thrust tiny orbed bait.
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Rabbits have produced such a nice crop
Tiny fur balls hopping here and there
Moles and voles dine heartily; please stop!
My lovely green lawn is suddenly bare.
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The arborvitae finally gave up the ghost
All dried up, painting a brown frown
The black pines appear as if in a roast
Beetle parasite time brought them down.
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Home-made suet I hung on the pine tree
“Mrrupp,” says the red-bellied woodpecker,
Gorging on peanuts, he’s a real cutie
Also the hairy and downy woodpeckers.
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Yellow finches sporting vivid coats
Feasting on thistle seed in the feeder
Those darn blackbirds are hoggish blokes
I’ll send them off with my old repeater.
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My two spaniels and I walk and admire
So many sights to explore around here
Crayfish chimneys dot the ditches of mire
What do they live on deep down in there?


Thank you for your provisions, Lord,
The natural ambiance offers such beauty
My rake and hoe await time to afford
I love the fruit of my labors and duty.
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Dear One, You’ve truly blessed my path,
With one very pleasant enchanted day
“Top of the morning to you and your staff.”
Help me comfort others that come my way.

Purty Writing

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“Write sum’fing purty,” da good Lawd said,
Nuff glum and gloom out dere a’ready.”
So I plopped on my tinkin’ hat…reflectin’
So hard I got tired and went to beddy.

Let’s see now, springtime is here,
Dere’s lots a’ purty colorful shrubs
Forsythia, lilacs ‘n redbuds so pink
Colorin’ the yards like pinwheel hubs.

Yards are full of sparkly dashin’ birds
All decked out in nature’s brite hues.
Courtin’ one ‘nother, startin’ families
Dey got no time fer chasin’ da blues.

Red-breasted robins, how stout they be
A’building nests and gobblin’ up worms;
Thru wedder so cold or floodin’ as seas
Dey fights back like fightin’ some germs.

Look ‘it da lil’ squirrels a’flippin’ der tails
Hurryin’ here an’ dere like hopscotchin’ toys
Dey start–dey stop–den skitter up a tree
Wid a sassy attitude sorta like lil’ boys.

Bluejays do lots of screechin’ ‘n hollerin’
I tink dey jes’ like to boss everything aroun’
Maybe dey’s the neighbo’hood policin’ men
Flittin’ here and dere from trees to da groun’.

I can’t fergit dem purply house finches
Wearin’ dere finest feathers of rosy red
Dey brighten up the feeders so color’fly
As dey peck at the seeds til dey’s well-fed.

Well, Lawd, I did my best to write purty today.
No dismal tings, no gloom or grumpy glums;
Da trees and shrubs declare Yer glory
From da sassafras leafs to dem purply plums.

(Where’d You get all those purty colors, Lawd?
Musta plucked ‘em strait from dat glor’ous rainbow!)

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Hope

Woman Praying

 

 

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A little whine

A wee bemoan

A sighed whimper

That’s all I’ve sown

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The body rebels

Stabs my soul

Pains my mind

Make me whole

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Gird my loins

Chin up, I say

Today’s gone

Another day

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Hope lies there

Raw and bare

Through the fog

Somewhere

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Rest in Him

Hand it o’er

Share the pain

Let it pour

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Praise the Lord

Sing a psalm

Ask and seek

His sweet balm

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Amen

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NaPoWriMo     Day 29

A RANG MA

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A Rang Ma

(An anagrammed poem using chiefly the letters in my name, bold, CAPITALIZED and italicized.)

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I WREST the BREW

SNEER ANEW

BEWARE the STEW!

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ENSNARE BEARS!

BEAR the BANNER

SANE ANSWER

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BARE TREES

BEES and WRENS

REST SERENE

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SEE!

 NaPoWriMo    Day 25

 

© 2013 by Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

Today’s Outing

Doctor Speaking with Patient

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Newly surfaced parking lot

Soft comfy sitting room

Gracious discreet office staff–

Am stroking an aura of doom.

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Cheered into the inner sanctum

Doctor presents with a smile

Examines the mega complaint–

Encourages me after a while.

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Returned to the car, lauding

Weight lifted off shoulders

Holding new supply of remedies–

“Goodbye, darn ole boulders!”

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“May You be praised, my Father

May all the glory be Yours 

Decree over all Your Creation —

Peace and joy absorbed to the core.”

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NaPoWriMo   Day 16