Day #13, Doggerel, socks on the floor anyone?

Definition of Doggerel

A Doggerel is a light verse which is humorous and comic by nature - often viewed with disdain as containing little literary value.


so this is SUPPOSED to be bad... so you are forewarned!

Socks Astray

Have you ever seen a sock

lying on the ground

not an ordinary frock

not one lost and found

but conveniently discarded

next to the laundry bin

all courtesy disregarded

and your patience running thin?

You find yourself grabbing at it

putting it in its place

but suddenly your husband isn't

finding so much grace.

The lowly sock can ruin

more than one good day

but a Godly woman

knows just what she should say,

What a lovely home I'm blessed with

my blessings do abound

and today and here to forthwith

this floor is Holy ground.

So if your leaving socks

next to the very thing

meant to hold such frocks

you'll be doing your own washing!

Seriously this isn't too big a problem in my house but let's say it has been a phenomenon a time or two... my husband does better than most at picking up after himself, the 8 year old is learning though!

Day #12, Dactyl, I am so not feeling it...

Dactyl Poetry Type

The Dactyl Poetry Term is a metrical foot of three syllables, one long (or stressed) followed by two short (or unstressed), as in 'happily'. The dactyl is the reverse of theAnapaest. An example of the dactyl from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred Lord Tennyson is: Half a League, Half a League, Half a League, onward.

A modern example is the Beatles song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds":

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with

tangerine tree-ees and marmalade skii-ii-es.

Naptime's Bliss Is

There's a piece of a day that surrenders

a moment that's quiet bliss.

Sleep has stolen his voice

toys have quit spilling over.

Thoughts plunder our brains

One little hour can do

what eight in his presence can not

nap times sweetest gift is 

the luxury of a thought.

Day #11, in honor of Z

Free verse, in memory of Zachary Bolton and so many other tiny souls. What special babies and what special mother's to share these little one's with us. At least for me, I know my heart is a trillion times bigger because of it, in that good but hurty way. You have all of my admiration.

A to Z
Z is a letter at the end
of the alphabet
but it sits
in front of one mother's heart.
And on her table is the 
Z that always reminds
me of love's hidden strings
and the missing pearls
that gleamed the brightest.
That held the most hope
but rolled away from our present
and I think of "the Gate",
the pearly one
and of loss and grief
and hope and eternity.
And a chance to shake off the cloak of grief
to embrace a new reality
where every smallest pearl that seemed lost
greets us at the door
and we know joy
and forget the sadness
for we can see
the whole of His creation
from A to Z.

Day #10, Couplets, only 355 more days to go...

Okay so a "Couplet" is not  a type of poem but rather an element in one, still worth exploring. Probably gonna go cheesy though as it rhymes... PS www.rhymezone.com rocks when you need some help rhyming!

Definition of Couplet Poetry Type and Term

A Couplets is a Stanza of only two lines which usually rhyme. Shakespearean (also called Elizabethan and English) sonnets usually end in a couplet and are a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. William Shakespeare makes use of couplets in more complex rhyme schemes. Think The Night Before Christmas!

Dream or Memory?

I dream some things I wish I wouldn't

thinking things I know I shouldn't

Waking up, I try not to remember

but every dream is a burning ember

singing my day with a vivd mark

every memory seeming so stark

not white or black but technicolor

and real life seems much, much duller

because every night I lay down my head

praying even, that nothing is said

that will haunt me or taunt me or plague my day

these dreams I call memories, why must they stay?

if you don't know me I dream all the time and it is worse lately. We think it may have something to do with the heart valve. I just don't get the kind of sleep I should but I can wake up in the morning and write for 30 minutes on the things I dream and some of it just isn't that pleasant. On the other hand some of it is stinking hilarious...

 

Day #9, Conceit

Conceit Poetry Type

Conceit Poetry Type is where an image or metaphor likens one thing to something else that is seemingly very different. Poets often use a far-fetched simile or metaphor in this style. An example of a conceit can be found in Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?".

Didn't I already do this, it seems awful similar to analogy?!


Maggots?
Oh the bother of it! These slinky little maggots called bills.
They creep in from the furthest corners, breed
indeed they are pestilent! 
and I am powerless to the printed ink that states
You OWE, you owe...
Do I? Did I buy that? Viral they are.
Once you've been slapped with one
they all start coming in. One fly lays a million eggs
a million squirmy disgusting progeny
all bent on taking as much as they possibly can.
Maggots.

It's bill day if you couldn't tell :)

Day #8, Free Verse, because I wanna!

Definition of Free Verse

Free Verse is a form of Poetry composed of either rhymed or unrhymed lines that have no set fixed metrical pattern. The early 20th-century poets were the first to write what they called "free verse" which allowed them to break from the formula and rigidity of traditional poetry. The poetry of Walt Whitman provides many illustrations of Free Verse including his poem "Song of Myself".

Magic Made Here

There is magic made here and

I forget too soon

that I have left no room

for it. My mind has filled

to overflow with worries

and silly things and 

so I build these towers 

but do not see.

He takes a train and counts them out

One. Two. Three. Four.

His plump little hand slowly rolls the cars

carefully through each giant tunnel

I see the excitement in his smile

So slow, so reverent.

So absolutely two, so absolutely right.

There is magic here.

The trains race through these giant tunnels

so tall and the wandering ant

has everything at a standstill

because the engine is afraid

and Charlie grins, Uh Oh!

Whoo whoo and he giggles and the frightened train 

slowly begins again and continues through

always looking behind for the feared ant

and suddenly I feel the surge of it,

the way my stomach lurches when we 

go under the tunnel because it is so tall

but not so sturdy and any moment it could fall

and like falls smokey air wafting in the wind

the tingle of  danger, of adventure and magic find me.

Day #7, Cinquain poem and a recipe!

Cinquain Poetry Type and Term

Cinquain Poetry Type has five lines.

Line 1 is one word (the title)
Line 2 is two words that describe the title.

Line 3 is three words that tell the action

Line 4 is four words that express the feeling

Line 5 is one word that recalls the title

Cinnamon

Cinnamon

heaven's dust

swirling, floating, coating

hope flavored by past

Savored.

I had a moment today making cinnamon toast, I just love the stuff and if you ever google cinnamon images, let me tell you... you will be hungry for the rest of the day!

Click here for Chocolate Cinnamon Cookies Recipe!!!!!!!!!