Happy Monday! I think today we’ll read some poetry… Here are a couple of pieces I wrote, as well as a couple from some featured bloggy-friends. Enjoy!
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Very Short Poems
From the book Rhythm and Rhyme Lifetime, by Steven R Roberts
Ode to a Cat
If you get a cat beware
He’ll change your heart, steal your chair
This furry mop with an attitude
Will put you in permanent cat servitude
Digging Dentist
They call him Dr. Tooth
And cavities he’ll pursuth
He’ll think you’re a bit uncouth
If he digs out an old piece of Baby Ruth
Steve Roberts has written six books, two non-fiction and three action adventure novels, as well as many short stories, poems and songs. His newest book, scheduled to be released in the winter of 2012 is Honor Bound about a man’s race to kill a terrorist initiated war before he dies. He has spoken to groups about writing your first book, surviving Cancer and presentations of his books. More information on Steve’s writing can be found on his website. For more of Steve’s poetry, check out his previous guest post.
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PERSONIFICATION
The trees are not embarrassed in their nakedness
They shiver and shake in the cold, never bending and twisting their limbs, in vain effort, to cover their bare spots.
I hate personification. It isn’t fair.
Carol Jay Levy is the author of A PAINED LIFE: A Chronic Pain Journey, and writes a blog called “A Pained Life.” An advocate for women in pain awareness she moderates the Facebook group “Women In Pain Awareness.” She is also a certified hypotherapist.
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And last and most definitely least, a couple of my own… 🙂
Nowhere to Run (An Acrostic)
Never before, never again – or so I said; trapped like a rat, a mad thing,
Over-eager to be free to be away to be out.
Why am I here again, stuck in this place,
Heart pounding, adrenaline racing –
Every sense on high alert, waiting for the other shoe to drop,
Ready to run to escape to gnaw off my own arm.
Everywhere I look I see a wall.
The exits are not clearly marked, the aisles are not clear;
Open windows all have bars, open doors all have locks.
Running is not an option.
Until now I never thought “fight or flight” was a literal choice;
Now I know better.
In an Instant
What does it mean, to truly love –
To find the person you are meant to find?
The one whose life fits yours like a glove,
Who turns two ones into a matched set, a two of a kind.
Suddenly a rosy-red sunset, a flash of lightning in brilliant blue-white,
The grace of a soaring flight of birds –
These things take on new meaning when you know it’s right;
Clichés are magically no longer just banal words.
They represent the wonder and amazement, the awe, the bliss
Of all that you feel. The words themselves are no longer the point –
All that matters is the hope, the spark, the kiss,
The touch of the divine, whose spirit deigned to anoint.
It happens in an instant; the Other suddenly is the central part.
From just a piece they have become the very fabric of your heart.
I totally love this post! Great job.
Thanks for the very nice welcome to Book Blogs. I enjoyed your blog and the poetry!
Thanks for leaving me a message on Book blogs. I’m now following you via GFC Leanne109 and Network blogs.
Thanks for visiting Kirsten and Leanne – always happy to see some new faces, and welcome again to Book Blogs! And Dana, thanks – I have been surprised at how much I’ve enjoyed the poetry… My AP English teacher (who is retiring this year, eek!) would be so proud! 😉
Love the poetry. Thank you.
You’re so great Franclemom – you are, without a doubt, my most consistent reader!! Thank you for that… 🙂