Day 30 and final day of April Poem-A-Day Challenge! Today's prompt at Poetic Asides is, "When I leave here...." This 30th day of doing a poem a day found my brain a bit fatigued, but I had to finish what I started, right? So here's my final (though feeble) response.
When I leave here,
I will be there,
In the car and
Out of my chair.
When I arrive
In another part of town,
I'll head to son's deck
And sit right back down
With fresh air and sunshine,
Maybe too much to eat,
But all in all,
A much better seat!
With the warmth of
Family, friends, and sun
I know this afternoon
Will be fun!
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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Ode to Books
Day 29 April P-A-D Poetic Asides prompt: Write an ode....not necessarily formal. I really hit a brick wall with this prompt, but I finally came up with this.
You take me to places I never thought to go,,
You take me away from the pain of today.
You bring me knowledge, helping me grow,
You give me more than I can ever repay.
You make me laugh at myself and others.
You give me the means to loose my sorrow.
You replace boredom with hours of pleasure.
You let me encounter many lovers,
You give me hope for a better tomorrow.
You, my books, are the pearls of my treasure.
G.K.Bostic - 4/29/11
You take me to places I never thought to go,,
You take me away from the pain of today.
You bring me knowledge, helping me grow,
You give me more than I can ever repay.
You make me laugh at myself and others.
You give me the means to loose my sorrow.
You replace boredom with hours of pleasure.
You let me encounter many lovers,
You give me hope for a better tomorrow.
You, my books, are the pearls of my treasure.
G.K.Bostic - 4/29/11
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The World Without.....
Day 28 April P-A-D prompt from Poetic Asides: "The world without something" My response for today is a few senyrus.
The world without you
would have no meaning for me
would have no meaning for me
my beautiful sons
**********
Without tornadoes
Alabama would not know
such devastation
our hearts and our minds
stop mundane meanderings
to send prayers of hope
**********
This world without love
would be a nightmare beyond
would be a nightmare beyond
imagination
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Day 27
The Day 27 P-A-D prompt: "In the blank of blank"
IN THE CLASSROOM OF LIFE
IN THE CLASSROOM OF LIFE
In the classroom of life you will learn
There is much that you can discern.
There’s wisdom to hear
If you open your ears
As sure as the world’s going to turn.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I Will Lead You
Day 26 April P-A-D prompt: Write a leader poem.
Let me guide you in your search as you
Enter upon the path to understanding
And follow the way of the peaceful warrior.
Dare to let go of futile search for happiness
Ending disappointment and frustration to
Rediscover the joy of now.
Let me guide you in your search as you
Enter upon the path to understanding
And follow the way of the peaceful warrior.
Dare to let go of futile search for happiness
Ending disappointment and frustration to
Rediscover the joy of now.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Day 24 - Wordle Words
For Day 24 I decided to try Brenda's Wordle Words Challenge. Thanks for the Challenge Brenda!
Tenderly wrapped in tissue
Of denial
Her heart lay protected
By opted amnesia,
Shielded from sharp pain
Of promises not kept,
Sweet promises of
Eternal love…
Yet memories of the
Piquant, cheap perfume
Creep back to haunt
Her dormant senses.
Visions of dark-haired siren
With pinwheel tattoo
Upon her nape
Diminish protective shield
Stealing peace of forgetfulness,
Squeezing the hand of
Betrayal ‘round her heart,
Replenishing the hate.
Remembrance leads her to
That aching path
That will alone
Quench her thirst
For revenge.
Tenderly wrapped in tissue
Of denial
Her heart lay protected
By opted amnesia,
Shielded from sharp pain
Of promises not kept,
Sweet promises of
Eternal love…
Yet memories of the
Piquant, cheap perfume
Creep back to haunt
Her dormant senses.
Visions of dark-haired siren
With pinwheel tattoo
Upon her nape
Diminish protective shield
Stealing peace of forgetfulness,
Squeezing the hand of
Betrayal ‘round her heart,
Replenishing the hate.
Remembrance leads her to
That aching path
That will alone
Quench her thirst
For revenge.
Here are the Wordle Words:
tissue, sharp, cheap, squeeze, replenish, creep, steal, quenching, pinwheels, tattoos, piquant, diminished, eternal
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Why Worry
Day 23 April P-A-D prompt: Write a quit doing what you're doing poem.
Worry? Why?
How does it help?
And who?
Does it stop wars,
Cure disease?
Does it prevent the drought
Or stop the seas?
Does it keep a child
From foolishly erring?
Does it stop the moron
From drinking and driving,
Destroying too many lives?
If worry could heal,
If worry could change the tides,
Still the winds,
Stop the ground from moving.
If worry could protect the child
From harm and suffering,
Keep fools from causing pain,
If.....
Worry? Why?
G. K. Bostic - 4/23/11
Worry? Why?
How does it help?
And who?
Does it stop wars,
Cure disease?
Does it prevent the drought
Or stop the seas?
Does it keep a child
From foolishly erring?
Does it stop the moron
From drinking and driving,
Destroying too many lives?
If worry could heal,
If worry could change the tides,
Still the winds,
Stop the ground from moving.
If worry could protect the child
From harm and suffering,
Keep fools from causing pain,
If.....
Worry? Why?
G. K. Bostic - 4/23/11
Friday, April 22, 2011
You
Day 22 April P-A-D prompt: Write an "only one in the world" poem.
Divine creation
There is only one of you
Honor your spirit
Thursday, April 21, 2011
On Second Thought
Day 21 April P-A-D prompt: Second Thoughts
Alarm is set for half-past five,
Busy day ahead.
First a walk,
A brisk 5K,
Back again,
Quick shower then
Coffee, eggs, and fruit
For fuel,
Throw a load of laundry in,
Answer email
Check new prompts,
Write a masterpiece or two,
Scribble a sestina...
Or
Should I just sleep in?
4/21/11
Alarm is set for half-past five,
Busy day ahead.
First a walk,
A brisk 5K,
Back again,
Quick shower then
Coffee, eggs, and fruit
For fuel,
Throw a load of laundry in,
Answer email
Check new prompts,
Write a masterpiece or two,
Scribble a sestina...
Or
Should I just sleep in?
4/21/11
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Message in a Bottle
Day 20 April P-A-D prompt: write a message in a bottle
Solitary life
Until my savage Friday..
Strange reality
Words
Day 19 April P-A-D - Just a couple of Cinquains
Words
Like pearls
Strung together into
Beguiling choker of dignity
Mockery
Pearls
Words strung
Together wrap around
Mind’s heart with passion
Gemstones
Monday, April 18, 2011
Like an Angel
Day 18 April P-A-D prompt: Write a poem with the title, "Like a ____"
Innocent newborn
Petal soft skin touched by God
Your soul’s legacy
G.K.Bostic - 4/18/11
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sevenling
Day 16 - Trying a form I've never done, the sevenling. Poem inspired by the Travel Channel: Man v. Food - Carnivore Challenge In Baltimore
Baltimore’s great beef challenge
With steaks charred on the outside
Pink within, and juices flowing
He digs into 74 oz. of meat
Beginning with gusto, slowing halfway,
Stumbling near the end
The weight is killing us…
4/16/11
With steaks charred on the outside
Pink within, and juices flowing
He digs into 74 oz. of meat
Beginning with gusto, slowing halfway,
Stumbling near the end
The weight is killing us…
4/16/11
Friday, April 15, 2011
Need For Peace
Day 15 - Instead of the usual prompts, I used a word list from a challenge at Apollo Blessed for this one.
I need the taste of peace
To take away this bitterness.
Seething rage saws
With razor sharp claws
At these prison bars
Made of need to please.
Hidden anger begs to speak
Before the ground lays claim
To the object of my ire…
Coveting calm yet
Tormented by turbulence
Of unspoken wrath.
With frail strands of sanity fraying
Need for love too great
To let rage escape
And risk rejection,
Isolation,
Loneliness…
I beg for peace.
4/15/11
(Word list: frail, taste, need, love, turbulent, wrath, claws)
Note: This piece is not autobiographical. ;)
(image from: http://wallpapers-diq.com/wp/11__Centurion_Rage.html)
I need the taste of peace
To take away this bitterness.
Seething rage saws
With razor sharp claws
At these prison bars
Made of need to please.
Hidden anger begs to speak
Before the ground lays claim
To the object of my ire…
Coveting calm yet
Tormented by turbulence
Of unspoken wrath.
With frail strands of sanity fraying
Need for love too great
To let rage escape
And risk rejection,
Isolation,
Loneliness…
I beg for peace.
4/15/11
(Word list: frail, taste, need, love, turbulent, wrath, claws)
Note: This piece is not autobiographical. ;)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Is It Time?
Day 14 April P-A-D prompt: Write an "ain't none of my business" poem.
NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt: Write a sonnet
How do I know it’s time to take a stand
When watching mother hurt her little child?
I want to speak, to lend a helping hand
But fear prevents all but a gentle smile.
It’s not my business how a parent treats
Their child is it? Will interference cause
The child more grief...intended help defeat?
And so instead of stepping in I pause…
I tell myself the child will be okay
Return to life I know of calm and peace
Until I see the child another day,
See bruises, proof abuse will never cease
Until someone steps in and takes a stand.
I know that now I must extend my hand.
4/14/11
NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt: Write a sonnet
How do I know it’s time to take a stand
When watching mother hurt her little child?
I want to speak, to lend a helping hand
But fear prevents all but a gentle smile.
It’s not my business how a parent treats
Their child is it? Will interference cause
The child more grief...intended help defeat?
And so instead of stepping in I pause…
I tell myself the child will be okay
Return to life I know of calm and peace
Until I see the child another day,
See bruises, proof abuse will never cease
Until someone steps in and takes a stand.
I know that now I must extend my hand.
4/14/11
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
My Always Friend
Day 13 April P-A-D prompt: "Write a poem that remembers an old relationship."
So many turns in life
You’re up then you’re down
You find someone...then they’re gone..
You move on...
You're dealt a bad hand
You don't understand...
Another comes along
It’s good,
It’s true…
But death comes along and takes it from you…
Yet you go on,
Perhaps all alone.
So what gets you through
What’s always there for you?
It’s the sounds and the music
The music in your soul
The words of the poets
Paired with perfect melody…
Music and song
That carries you through
Always there helping you mourn
Giving you strength
Celebrating love and success
Through the pain and the joy
The suffering and the silence...
Companion through it all.
Notes: Rather than a person, I chose to write about my relationship with music.
So many turns in life
You’re up then you’re down
You find someone...then they’re gone..
You move on...
You're dealt a bad hand
You don't understand...
Another comes along
It’s good,
It’s true…
But death comes along and takes it from you…
Yet you go on,
Perhaps all alone.
So what gets you through
What’s always there for you?
It’s the sounds and the music
The music in your soul
The words of the poets
Paired with perfect melody…
Music and song
That carries you through
Always there helping you mourn
Giving you strength
Celebrating love and success
Through the pain and the joy
The suffering and the silence...
Companion through it all.
Notes: Rather than a person, I chose to write about my relationship with music.
Sir Speedy
NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a fast poem in five minutes or less. This took about two! ;)
One special bunny
Easter's hypersonic hare
delivering eggs!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Re-Birth
NaPoWriMo gave a prompt to write a one-sentence poem of at least 40 lines. Here's mine.
One spring day
As I meandered
Through my greening world,
And listened to
The sounds of birth
Surrounding me,
I observed a song,
A symphony of life
Springing from
The dormant fields
In colors of
A new season
Filled with violets
And hues of yellow and pink
As an artist’s brush
Lavished his canvas
With impressionistic
Beauty,
And the waking earth
Held murmurings
Of awakening life
As birds sang,
Dogs barked,
And children played
Together
Like all the players
In the symphony
Collaborating
To create a spring
Concerto,
And the music
Rang through the trees
Dancing with the breeze,
A waltz
Circling round
And round
While a single bird
On the rooftop high
Sat wrapped
In feathers and sky.
G.K.Bostic - 4/11/11
One spring day
As I meandered
Through my greening world,
And listened to
The sounds of birth
Surrounding me,
I observed a song,
A symphony of life
Springing from
The dormant fields
In colors of
A new season
Filled with violets
And hues of yellow and pink
As an artist’s brush
Lavished his canvas
With impressionistic
Beauty,
And the waking earth
Held murmurings
Of awakening life
As birds sang,
Dogs barked,
And children played
Together
Like all the players
In the symphony
Collaborating
To create a spring
Concerto,
And the music
Rang through the trees
Dancing with the breeze,
A waltz
Circling round
And round
While a single bird
On the rooftop high
Sat wrapped
In feathers and sky.
G.K.Bostic - 4/11/11
Special Memory
Day 12 April PAD prompt: Write a form poem. I chose the lune, 13 syllables -- 5-3-5
NaPoWriMo Day 12 prompt: Find an old picture that brings back memories and write a poem about them.
NaPoWriMo Day 12 prompt: Find an old picture that brings back memories and write a poem about them.
Photo reminder
of fun with
Easter Bunny
Process Notes: The young man in the picture is my grandson and he will be nineteen this month. This picture brought back memories of the time I took him to the mall to see the Easter Bunny. Well, Mikey got the giggles sitting on the bunny's lap and we both laughed and laughed. It was a wonderful day for Grandma!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Maybe Tomorrow
Day 11 April P-A-D prompt: Maybe (blank) A Haiku
Maybe tomorrow
vernal equinox will be
hope's reality.
Never Again
Day 10 of April P-A-D Prompt: "Never again....)
He pushed from the table,
No chips to cash in,
Walked toward the door
Saying never again...
With paycheck all gone
How could he explain
To his wife and his kids
That he knew he would win...
Filled with remorse
He walked toward the car,
But stopped when he saw
Something green near his door.
Three gorgeous green bills
Worth one hundred each,
A bit of salvation
Placed within reach.
With bills in his pocket
And hopeful once more
He let foolish hope
Take him back in the door.
Forgetting his promise
Of never again,
He asked for more chips
Knowing this time he'd win.
G. K. Bostic - 4/10/11
He pushed from the table,
No chips to cash in,
Walked toward the door
Saying never again...
With paycheck all gone
How could he explain
To his wife and his kids
That he knew he would win...
Filled with remorse
He walked toward the car,
But stopped when he saw
Something green near his door.
Three gorgeous green bills
Worth one hundred each,
A bit of salvation
Placed within reach.
With bills in his pocket
And hopeful once more
He let foolish hope
Take him back in the door.
Forgetting his promise
Of never again,
He asked for more chips
Knowing this time he'd win.
G. K. Bostic - 4/10/11
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Two O'Clock
Day 9 April P-A-D prompt: Write a time of day poem
NaPoWriMo Day 9 prompt: Write a poem backwards. Start by writing out an old saying that takes the form of a declarative statement.
Two o’clock
Surrounded by
Ghostly presence
Haunting emptiness
Getting up
Sitting down
Walking in circles
Searching
Holding on to
The promise of healing
From painful farewell…
It doesn’t come…
Three o’clock…
Keep watching the clock
Pain will soon ebb
Just hold on…four o’clock
To the promise…
Time heals all wounds.
G.K.Bostic - 4/9/11
NaPoWriMo Day 9 prompt: Write a poem backwards. Start by writing out an old saying that takes the form of a declarative statement.
Two o’clock
Surrounded by
Ghostly presence
Haunting emptiness
Getting up
Sitting down
Walking in circles
Searching
Holding on to
The promise of healing
From painful farewell…
It doesn’t come…
Three o’clock…
Keep watching the clock
Pain will soon ebb
Just hold on…four o’clock
To the promise…
Time heals all wounds.
G.K.Bostic - 4/9/11
Friday, April 8, 2011
Celebration
Day 8 April P-A-D prompt: Celebration
Time to celebrate
For Johnny came marching home
From dreadful war zone.
Safe again, my son
Fills my empty waiting arms
Wooden Willy
Day 8 NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a nursery rhyme. 4 to 6 lines, 3-5 accented syllables per line
Wooden Willy rode a filly
Dora Doll said “You look silly!”
So he rode upon a bunny
Dora said, “Now you look funny!”
Wooden Willy pulled her hair,
And rode off on his teddy bear!
G.K.Bostic 4/8/11
Wooden Willy rode a filly
Dora Doll said “You look silly!”
So he rode upon a bunny
Dora said, “Now you look funny!”
Wooden Willy pulled her hair,
And rode off on his teddy bear!
G.K.Bostic 4/8/11
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Carpe Diem
I hear the forsythia sing its yellow song.
I weep with the willow in its birth.
Spring cuts a path in my memory
To another time,
To another place..
Running outside with
Francine by my side..
To years of green beginnings
With the promises they bring,
Sweet smell of apricots and mangoes,
Aspargus in chantilly lace
Soft music for the eyes.
Why must we wait so long
For this day to arrive?
Carpe Diem...
Let your heart soar!
G. K. Bostic - 4/7/11
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Don't Go Daddy
Day 6 April P-A-D prompt: Don't blank blank
Don’t hit me again,
I promise to be good.
I’ll try harder to do what I should.
Don’t leave us,
I know it’s my fault.
I promise I’ll change whatever I’m doing wrong.
Don’t hurt Mommy,
She was just trying to help.
I’ll be good so you don’t have to fight.
Don’t cry Daddy,
It will be okay.
We’ll all try harder if you’ll just stay.
Don’t forget us Daddy,
I love you, and we’ll be right here.
I’m sorry I made you go.
Bye-Bye Daddy..
Please come back for my kindergarten play.
I promise I won't cry...
Image taken from unrelated article at http://ourhaitianjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/adoption-disruption.html
G. K. Bostic - 4/6/11
Don’t hit me again,
I promise to be good.
I’ll try harder to do what I should.
Don’t leave us,
I know it’s my fault.
I promise I’ll change whatever I’m doing wrong.
Don’t hurt Mommy,
She was just trying to help.
I’ll be good so you don’t have to fight.
Don’t cry Daddy,
It will be okay.
We’ll all try harder if you’ll just stay.
Don’t forget us Daddy,
I love you, and we’ll be right here.
I’m sorry I made you go.
Bye-Bye Daddy..
Please come back for my kindergarten play.
I promise I won't cry...
Image taken from unrelated article at http://ourhaitianjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/adoption-disruption.html
G. K. Bostic - 4/6/11
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Silly Me
Day 5 April P-A-D prompt: Write a silly poem OR Write a serious poem
I went with silly. :) (..with a bit of a serious message about me) ;)
I should run
I should walk,
But all I want
To do is talk.
Not my voice
But computer keys
Keep me chatting
If you please,
Sharing poems
All day long,
But lack of movement
Is just wrong!
Guess I'd better
Take a walk,
But before I go,
Can we talk?
gkb-4/5/11
Monday, April 4, 2011
Counselor
Day 4 April P-A-D - Write a poem about a type of person
Listening in love,
A mantle of acceptance
Ensures disclosure.
Guilt and rage released
With no fear of being judged
By your kind spirit.
With simple guidance
You take our hands and lead us
To a better life.
G. K. Bostic - 4/4/11
Picture in my Mind
For Poetry Potluck Prompt: Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia
I have a picture in my mind,
my Mama by a window,
I had to see her through a screen.
They would not let me near her.
They feared if any closer
That I too might get sick
I'm sure she felt an emptiness
A need for her child's touch.
I was only four or five..
She left our world soon after.
She was too young to leave us all
With nothing but her picture.
I have lived now twice the years
Of my long departed Mama
I got to see my sons full grown
As I'd truly hoped I would.
If only I had known my Mama
As my sons have known me
So I could have sweet memories
Not just a photograph to see.
I looked up through that window
Took a picture with my mind
Or is that sight within my heart
G. K. Bostic - 4/4/11
Puppet
Haiku Heights prompt: Puppet
Puppet no longer
freed from demon's sadistic
manipulation
G.K.Bostic - 4/4/11
Sunday, April 3, 2011
I Was Here
Day 3 April P-A-D (Imagine the world without you) and NaPoWriMo (Use the titles of 3 books in your home in the poem) Challenges:
A single life lived quietly
Is barely one of note,
And yet perhaps a mark’s been made
By time upon this earth
Taking the Way of the Peaceful Warrior
Fighting the war of abuse
Reaching a hand to the desperate who
Suffer the Weight of Silence.
While the Other Side of Me
Raised a Band of Brothers
Who grew and touched so many lives
Loving hearts forever.
I learned to Eat, Pray, Love and dream
Not always sure it mattered
Yet looking back at what I’ve done
The truth is now revealed
Of innocent victims cruelly defiled
No longer walking in pain,
And the greatest gift I gave the world,
Loving spirits born.
I can’t imagine what life would be
Without these three fine men
So I won’t give another backward thought
To what if I hadn’t been.
G.K.Bostic - 4/3/11
(Book titles included: Way of the Peaceful Warrior, The Weight of Silence, Other Side of Me, Band of Brothers, and Eat, Pray, Love)
A single life lived quietly
Is barely one of note,
And yet perhaps a mark’s been made
By time upon this earth
Taking the Way of the Peaceful Warrior
Fighting the war of abuse
Reaching a hand to the desperate who
Suffer the Weight of Silence.
While the Other Side of Me
Raised a Band of Brothers
Who grew and touched so many lives
Loving hearts forever.
I learned to Eat, Pray, Love and dream
Not always sure it mattered
Yet looking back at what I’ve done
The truth is now revealed
Of innocent victims cruelly defiled
No longer walking in pain,
And the greatest gift I gave the world,
Loving spirits born.
I can’t imagine what life would be
Without these three fine men
So I won’t give another backward thought
To what if I hadn’t been.
G.K.Bostic - 4/3/11
(Book titles included: Way of the Peaceful Warrior, The Weight of Silence, Other Side of Me, Band of Brothers, and Eat, Pray, Love)
Postcard
Day 2 of April P-A-D Prompt: Brief postcard type poem about where you are
Here in PA the sky is gray
While you lie warming by the bay.
Nothing here but more cold air
Wish you were here..and I was there!
Here in PA the sky is gray
While you lie warming by the bay.
Nothing here but more cold air
Wish you were here..and I was there!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Blue
This is National Poetry Writing Month and the NaPoWriMo Prompt today was to write a poem with a color as its title but to write against what people associate with it. (Blue=Sad) We are also to invoke the name of the poet (as in a ghazal) and to use a form. (I chose the terza rima) Finally, we must use a form of water in the poem. So, here it is:
Blue sunny skies, marshmallow clouds
Blue
Sweet summer days for thee and me
We’ll lie upon the soft hot sand
We’ll lie upon the soft hot sand
And bathe in warmth of azure sea.
Blue sunny skies, marshmallow clouds
Like parasols in party drinks
Replace the cold of winter’s shroud.
We’ll weave our turquoise tapestries,
And savor sunny season’s heat
Enveloped in the tropic breeze.
Before return of winter’s drape,
We should move where it’s always warm.
So Gloria why don’t you escape?
G.K.Bostic - 4/1/11
The Gift
Written for April Poem-A-Day Challenge at
Prompt for Day 1 - "what got you here"
Painted memories
Years of tears and ecstasy
Brought poet treasures
G.K.Bostic - 4/1/11
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