Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ PROMPT #283 – BETTING THE OVER/UNDER on 23 Feb 2020.
Form prompt: cinquain
Over joyed
Sometimes,
other people’s
put on smiles and forced mirth
have a bit more of an “Odor
to Joy.”
Form prompt: tanka
The Under Overlord
fools fear the night for
they believe it is the time
when he holds most sway
but the false safety of light
simply makes him more subtle
Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event
Day 10, July 10th
Prompt: Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
(form: cinquain)
Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 21, 21 Apr 2014, topic: back to basic
(form: cinquain)
Two out of three ain’t bad?
I try,
and fail, daily,
to get back to basics.
Reading? Math? Yes, but often fail
to write.
(original)
I try,
and fail, daily,
to get back to basics.
Always get to read. Often fail
to write
**I liked the flow of my original better, but I really liked the title. Yes, I’m a Meat Loaf fan. Also, it fit the fact that math is part of everyday life, as well as reading, but I frequently find myself not having written anything…nothing creative, anyway. So Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic…the basics, the building blocks of education. I get two out of the three, but wasn’t sure if it was obvious enough in the original poem what the basics were, so I made it more explicit in the revised version I submitted to the Poetic Asides PAD. If you’re so inclined, drop me a note about which version you prefer and why. Thanks.
Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 13, 13 Nov 2013.
Topic: self-help poem
(form: cinquain)
¡Salud!
Self-help.
Do-it-yourself.
People love their projects,
but miss the most important one:
their health.
Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3, 3 Nov 2013.
Topic: “the last time I was here”
the last
time I was here
I was in much the same
position and racking my brain
to write
the last time I was
here I was
also there, yet not
Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 228, 17 July 2013. Topic: old poem
(form: Cinquain)
Serendipity
A brief,
chanced encounter.
An airport bar. Two men.
A raucous hug. An easy chat.
Old friends.
Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.
Day 14, July 14th
Prompt: Picnic
(form: Lune)
Seaside Meal
Lying on the beach
crabs and gulls
munch my bloated corpse
Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.
Day 9, July 9th
Prompt: Boats
(form: Lune)
Extravagance
I want not a boat
unable
to host a chopper
(form: Lune)
Waiting for high tide
My boat will make sense
in Des Moine
when the ice caps melt
(form: Cinquain)
Modern Day Pirate
I raid
ice chests for rum.
Surrender the booty!
Arrgh! I’m a pirate, sans cutlass
and boat.
Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.
Day 4, July 4th
Prompt: Independence Day or fireworks
(form: Shadorma)
To be young again?
Ah, the young…
celebrate the 4th
pounding beers
getting burned
tattoos and bikinis of
red, white, and blew chunks
(form: Cinquain)
The Hangover
shrill shrieks
and bright flashes,
popping, thudding, bursting
future reminder of tonight’s
fireworks
Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.
Day 1, July 1st
Prompt: Aloha, welcome poem
(form: Cinquain)
Lazy Days
sand, surf,
warming sun rays,
gentle ocean breezes,
welcome to the beginning of
lazy
Wanna Get Published, Write! 
Summer Solstice
singing
leaping, twirling
laughing, weeping, loving
in euphoric summer welcome
moondance