Free Verse: They…books are also me

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They…books are also me

Walking down the road of my life
many have had their influence
from parents to my many friends
and all the lovely books I’ve read…

I started out with Dr. Seuss
and with his funny hatted cat
I remember green eggs and ham
and all the laughs and fun I had…

Later came the small Borrowers
The Bobsey and the Boxcars twins
“The Pink Hotel” my first mystery
“The Hobbit” when I was thirteen.

“The White Lotus” made me ponder
the powers of non-violence…
“Walden’s Pond” on contemplation,
with Frost and his “Road Not Taken”.

Years tumbled by, I stumbled long
And each author left me something
From Lao Tzu to Dalai Lama
Buddha entered into my life

Karl Marx, Hegel, Heidegger, Stein,
Nietzsche and Freud, Jung and Wilhelm Reich
Chomsky, Zinn, Jared Diamond
and Capra…are a part of me.

If  Baricco and ms Nothomb
influence my daily thinking
Don’t forget Agatha Christie
And that French master Daniel Pennac!

Terry Prachett (he’s my hero)
and his witty friend Neil Gaiman
made me laugh and made me shivver…
(Neil even wrote for Dr Who)!

I could go on, and on and on…
So many have I encountered
Each one a contribution made
To who I am and soon will be.

OctPoWriMo 2013:  Day 29


Quatern: Peace



Walking down this gloomy pathway,
Asking why mankind has no peace.
I watch as greed, envy and war,
Smile and compliment each other.

Ideals born in our greedy past,
Walking down this gloomy pathway,
Defined our freedom as mere gain,
And our rights as buying power.

Each man looks out just for himself,
Thinking that he is mighty Ra,
Walking down this gloomy pathway,
Yet mortal is his true nature.

One day surely there will be peace.
When we see that Earth is homeland,
To all mankind and we’ll stop
Walking down this gloomy pathway.

OctPoWriMo 2013: day 28
Dungeon Prompts Week 11: Peace

A Sunday Walk – Diatelle Poem: Daring

The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.



To try
To free fly,
No parachute,
Went a regular guy!
He put on his pink striped sweat suit.
Thinking:  “what a great way to pay tribute,
to Mercury! airy god who loved a fun dare!”
So he drove off to a high mountain butte,
To perform his daring debut!
A feat that would defy
Minds too minute.
In the sky:

Written for OctPoWriMo prompt.

Terza Rima Sonnet: Summer Heat

Terza Rima Sonnet

Summer Heat

T’was hot as though it were a summer’s night!
I tossed and then turned seeking his Lordship Sleep…
Heartless, elusive, though seek him I might.

I was in Morpheus’ valley deep,
When Hades call came for me to come out…
Sweat covered  I was no longer asleep!

Once awake there was really little doubt,
African heat has come visiting us.
From flooding we’ll soon feel the autumn draught.

Last week snow and now the desert’s red dust!
‘Tis true the saying that the weather is king…
And in those nobles you cannot place your trust.

So I’ll hear the blackbirds and sparrows sing!
(Take note: I’ll remove the duvet first thing.)

n.b. it may because I had a sleepless night as related in the poem, but I found this a difficult poem to write 😉

For Cubby’s Challenge entitled Circus of Dreams

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 26

Quatern: Dawn

rainy dawnQuatern


First light, rain falls and raven crows
What a strange morning it has been
Entombed silence but noise within
Dawn arises to life’s greetings.

Here then is the morning’s wtness:
First light, rain falls and raven crows.
The birds have begun their singing,
Courtyard is shadowed in color.

Uncertain is the Sun today,
Life goes on as it often does…
First light, rain falls and raven crows,
Yes, life goes on its merry way.

Each day, a miracle to me,
Nor cry I now to see these clouds.
Listen…the sounds of life, observe!
First light, rain falls and raven crows.

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 24

Tetractys: tempering temper


tempering temper

two three
four five six
you’re wondering
what is she doing now and I’ll tell you
breathing, counting just holding my temper
counting before
oh well

OctPoWriMo 2013 day 23 prompt

n.b. I don’t know about you, but counting to keep my temper never works…in fact I usually just feel more frustrated 😉

Free Verse: poetry submission

Free Verse

poetry submission

what a prompt!
submit a poem
to the home
of some magazine
to see if they will consider
the best poem
you’ve ever written
maybe they’ll be smitten
by my poetry
though I’ve got no illusions
’cause I know
there are millions
submitting everday
in every way…
ain’t got no agent,
ain’t got no fame…
and they?
they ain’t got no time!
But my friend
Sahm King
he set us a challenge
and everyone knows
once challenged I show!
I sent out the poem to:
New Yorker…
The Atlantic…
and a new Mag…
Everyday Poems
hell…one never knows


OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 22