Saturday, April 30, 2011

Surprise! Surprise!


Surprise! Surprise!
(posted for NaPoWriMo – National Poetry Writing Month)

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Surprise! Surprise!
An Acrostic in Rhyme

Some squirrels may be wiser than gents,
Untempted to toss their two cents –
Refusing to bend others’ ears
Pretending, denying their fears.
Ridiculous as it may sound,
I wonder, when no one’s around:
Since squirrels scurry fast out of sight,
Each girl may find squirrels more polite.

So what is surprising in that,
Unless we consider a chat?
Respect most resistant may flee,
Perhaps like a squirrel up a tree.
Reminders send tails in the air;
I wonder if folks even care.
So sudden may scurriers race,
Eluding maturity’s face.
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Red Squirrel
Photo by Red Eye
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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ask Sue Veneer


Ask Sue Veneer
(posted for NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month)


When Trash and Trinkets Become Treasures



Tomorrow, the world will look to London for the much-anticipated royal wedding, when Kate Middleton will marry her own Prince Charming, William of Wales. In the meantime, opportunists are seizing the chance to score a few bucks with mementos of every sort.


Got any questions?




Ask Sue Veneer


The carpet of red is in place,

With grins marking every face.

Outside, hawkers vend

And try to pretend

Their merchandise dares not disgrace.


From china to condoms and more,

The marketing mavens may roar.

Hot tea bags, fake jewels

And paper doll fools

May mimic the wedding top drawer.


Perhaps we have little to fear
From  matchbooks and mugs for foamed beer,

For Will and his Kate

Are merely the bait

Of tackiness from Sue Veneer.


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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A Zillion Zigzags

A Zillion Zigzags
(posted for the A to Z Challenge)

Z is for Zillion … and Zigzags.

A Zillion Zigzags

Zipping and zooming,
Every signal sends us off,
Soul-borne GPS.

Who will call us home?
What magnetic pole directs,
If the arrow fails?

Footfalls may deceive,
A zillion zigzags mark time.
Destination lost.

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Gyro Compass
By Hannes Grobe
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Note: Like a haiku, a senryu contains three lines with a set syllabic pattern (5-7-5). The main difference is thematic. The haiku examines nature and universal truth, while the senryu focuses on foibles of mankind and often irony. Many people use the terms interchangeably, but poetic purists mark the difference between the two verse forms.

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Monday, April 25, 2011

Yea or Nay


Yea or Nay
(posted for the A to Z Challenge and a limerick prompt from Mad Kane Humor)

Y is for … Yea … Yoke ... Yell ... and Yesterday.

Yea or Nay

A filly who loved a good fight
Got hitched to a heel just for spite.
But that heavy yoke
Was never a joke,
So maybe her family was right.

He’d bicker and bellow and bray,
With never a sure “Yea” or “Nay.”
Unbridled, he kicked;
He pecked and he picked
And drove everybody away.

She wrestled with worries for years
And bathed in her barrels of tears.
Till one day she bucked,
Then packed up and trucked
And left with her laugh in his ears.

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Heavy Load
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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Extolling Exhaustless Extravagance

Extolling Exhaustless Extravagance
(posted for the A to Z Challenge)

X is for … Extolling Exhaustless Extravagance

  Extra! Extra! 
Read all about it. Jesus is alive!

Exceeding and Completing

No heavy stone could hold him long,
Nor grave clothes bind the Savior’s song.
Three days in doom,
Sealed in a tomb,
He waited, righting every wrong.

The earth exploded overnight,
The mount, it shook with Heaven’s light.
The rock was rolled,
And truth was told,
As Jesus lived, and ills took flight.
 
Redemption won, He stood again,
To resurrect the souls of men.
His promise kept,
Disciples wept
As angels echoed the “Amen.”

Our Lord has risen, once for all,
The heavens echo with His call.
Come see; He stands.
Touch nail-scarred hands,
And in His mercy fairly fall.

Rejoice! The King now reigns on high.
His love awaits all that apply.
Bow knee; raise hand
In every land,
Where open ears may hear His cry.

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He Is Risen!
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