NaPoWriMo Day 24 thru 30

Day 24

They said he was ferocious,

with big sharp claws,

and gnarly teeth.

He took out two

of my men

before he latched

onto my throat.

We should've known

better than to mess

with that rabbit.

Run away, run away.

Day 25

She

runs quickly

inside the house

trying to escape him,

but he catches her, again.

Day 17 - 22

Day 17

Step lightly, young deer

through the dark

a branch breaks,

you see me.

Were it light, you'd stay,

but I cannot see you,

quickly you jump,

leaping away,

leaping away.

Last spring,

were the fawn,

playful, dancing,

so close, I

could almost touch them,

but you,

keeping a close eye,

and I understand.

Teaching them

to be cautious,

to listen, to see,

to leap away.

Leap away.

Portmanteaus (Day 18)

Have you seen them?

I've'nt, have you?

I have not seen them either,

what will we do?

We could start by looking

where we saw them last,

but it will be a long journey,

they came from the past.

So why come now?

What did they say?

I've'nt a clue, and

now they've gone away.

Day 16

Dear me,

How the hell have you been?

I've been thinking about you.

Are you still looking for a new job?

What about women, anything new?

I thought you were going to start

exercising more, lose a little weight.

What about going back to school,

weren't you going to take a few classes?

Anyway, I just wanted to catch up,

we should get together soon.

I really think we should talk.

We're not getting any younger

and there is a lot that needs to be done.

Don't you agree?

Sincerely,

Me

NaPoWriMo Day 14 & 15

Clerihew (Day 14)

Oh that Lizzy Borden,

born on a July morning,

always sharpening her axe.

I wonder what she plans to do with that?

NaPoWriMo Day 11 - 13

Bop (Day 11)

So colorful,

the eggs lie

on the ground.

But how do

we get them all?

So many to be found.

Hippity-hop, bippity-bop.

Maybe if we

had a basket.

Yes, that's what

we could use.

Our problems

would be solved,

not one egg

would we lose.

NaPoWriMo - Day 10

And if he not a man

as much as he be,

would I have turned out

as well as he raised me?

Arms of steel, he worked

his fingers to the bone

We didn't have much, but we

had food, clothing, and a home.

And as I grew up,

and then moved away,

he'd come around and teach me,

even to this day.

One night tragedy struck,

he became very ill,

but he has a lot of fight,

a lot of perseverance and will.

So now we sit and talk,

and he says life's not half bad,

“I guess neither is mine,

especially since you're my Dad.”

WLM 4/10/17

NaPoWriMo week 2

Day 8

The train whistle blows,

drowning out,

as down the track it goes.

When it reaches a station,

it signals loud,

the intention to reach its destination.

With passenger or package,

the train clacks along,

clack, clack, clang.

Whether day or night,

you know when its near,

even when out of sight.

Sigh (Day 8)

Oh, this pie is delicious

After such a lovely meal

Ohh, but let's call it a night

I just want to rest, but

Ohhh, you have other plans, right?

Ohhhh, don't start, I have to get up by five

Ohhhhh, you know just how to touch me

You make me feel so alive

NaPoWriMo Week 1

Day 1 

And so it

begins,

needles and

pins.

All year

we wait,

it seems so

late.

Protecting

your heart,

the hardest

part.

It's alright

if you do,

even if you

don't.

You can,

if you want,

but surely

I won't.

Recipe for wonder (Day 2)

Take one 19 year old male,

one 17 year old female.

Sprinkle with young love,

throw in a dash of lust.

Shake well,

and an ounce of fun,

a few beers,

and the backseat of a car.

Lightening strikes,

hold tight.

Bake for nine months,

a seven pound baby girl.

But like an egg,

the relationship separates.

She says she is not yours,

you've no reason not to believe.

NaPoWriMo 2017

April is National Poetry Month. I always enjoy taking the time, each day in April, to jot down a few new poems. I will be following the prompts on http://www.napowrimo.net/ 
I am a few days behind, but I will catch up. For day 5, here is a poem about nature.

As I round the bend, I know I am almost home.

Soft pines hang along the roadside,

while rock hard mountains reach for the sky.

In the spring they are covered in green,

in the fall they wear a much more vibrant coat,

and of course during winter they shiver in white.

The bridges that stretch out along the Hudson

offer easy passageway to either side.

I've crossed them thousands of times on my journeys.

The smell of the upstate air is a bit sweeter,

not heavy like the city, nor salty like the shore.

It seems to fit in place, a warm compliment.

Whether driving, flying, or arriving by train,

the ground beneath can be giving in some spots,

hard in others, but always solid and welcoming.

The night sky is one of my favorites.

I see Orion's belt, I see my sign; Taurus,

and I imagine the battle to protect the Seven Sisters.

Maybe I don't think about it everyday,

maybe because it is too familiar, but when I stop,

I don't have to think; my senses tell me I'm home.

WLM 4/5/17