I Am Back!

Hey followers and readers, I started this blog because I like to write poems about any and every topic. It started out well and was very popular, but I signed up for the NAPOWRIMO, which is the National Poetry Writing Month and wrote a poem a day.  It was a good. I did great but when it was over, I was done! Like dinner. Nothing in the tank.  Depleted.

I took some time off.  Didn’t want to think of another poem.  Then it happened!  This morning I jumped out of bed excitedly.  And way to early for a Saturday morning. I had poems in my head! They had to get out! I was back!  I am back!

Thank you my faithful followers for sticking with me and not jumping ship.  For you new readers, fasten your seat belts.  I am here to stay.  I am digging in!  No more deserting the troops.

I am back!

 

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Blaming It On Napowrimo

Napowrimo made me ill
And months after, I’m ailing still
Writing poems every day
Finding things I had to say
Now I’m all poemed out
Nothing cometh from my mouth
Napowrimo is to blame
Napowrimo, what a shame!

Maybe I wasn’t deep enough
Life as a poet can be rough
I was just a part time poet
And maybe that’s just what did it
I probably drained my poetry tank
A negative amount in my poem bank?
Napowrimo, if this is true
I’m sorry for putting the blame on you

BE BACK SOON…STAY TUNED

I don’t care

I used to care

what you think

but now I don’t.

Thought I would be

in despair

but I won’t.

What you think

is really not

a big deal.

What’s more important

is how I make

myself feel.

Life’s too short,

I can’t afford

to fret and worry.

I don’t care.

and I must say

I’m also not sorry.

*************

The Author.  April 30. 2013.

Final entry for National Poetry Month! I am not sure what inspired this poem.  I was just writing as I go, which basically is also how I write just about all my poems.  I hope you enjoyed the poems as I enjoyed writing them.  I am glad it’s over though!

Hockey Playoffs!

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The place is alive!

Palpitating.

You can feel it

reverberating

throughout

your being.

Noise.

In waves it comes.

The smell of food.

Splashes of beer

everywhere.

Sounds.

Fast tempo music.

Rocking classics!

Team Jerseys.

Home-made signs.

“Crosby Sucks!”

“Ovie Rocks!”

Players’ beard

announcing

The Playoffs are here!

 

 

The Author.  April 29. 2013

Good Morning!

In they come, all three of them.

Is it that time yet?

I’m still fast asleep

in la la land.

but who cares?

Who cares that it is

Saturday morning

and only six o’clock?

Daddy! They shouted and jumped

on me.

Bringing me from the depths of sleep

to full awareness.

Oh no…please, a few more hours!

I beg to no avail.

My bed-turned-bouncer

is alive with jumping boys.

My room, a once quiet sanctity

is transformed into

a playground.

Good Morning!

 

 

The Author. April 28. 2013

Self-ish

I was talking to Myself

about Himself

I said,  “You should take care of Yourself.”

Myself said Himself

“You don’t  love Yourself

because you think that’s being Self-ish.”

Sometimes Myself

Just keeps to Himself

Like stock on a shelf.

I can see Yourself

looking at Himself

While I talk to Myself.

“Are you mad at Yourself?”

I asked Myself

Shouldn’t he go and play with Himself?

So now Myself

Is off to play with Himself.

How about Yourself?

 

 

The Author  April 25th 2013

The Storm

As I lay in deep slumber,

oblivious to the distant thunder,

lightning pierces the darkened skies

but not the eyelids of my eyes.

Pitter patter goes the rain

drumming on my window pane,

and while the moon looks down and scowls

as if in pain the wind it howls.

The clouds as if in sympathy weep

but I miss it all for I’m fast asleep.

 

 

The Author.  April 24th 2013

 

 

Dying Laughing

If I die laughing

at your humor,

is it murder?

If my joke

splits my side,

and I die,

is it suicide?

*

In a world so sick

where laughter is lost

Kill me at all cost

If not, I will fall

on my own sharp wit

and impale on it.

*

Murder or suicide?

Your joke

or mine?

Either would be fine.

Laughing like a clown

as I leave the world.

Goodbye all.

*

 

 

 

The Poets’ Prayer

As I sit me down to write

I pray the Lord to see the light.

Let relevant ideas come to me

And let me write great poetry.

If the poems that I post

Are not liked the very most.

Let me take it all in stride.

Teach me not to run and hide.

Bless my computer and my pen

In your holy name, Amen.

The Author.  April 22.2013