Deus volt; Deus mittit me.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Sixteenth of the Month--If I Were And You Were poem--Delusional

Today we're doing If I Were And You Were poems. If you'd like to know what that is, go here.




Delusional
If I were a puppy
And you were a shark
I'd dog paddle towards you
And joyously bark

If your teeth were enormous
And incredibly strong
I'd still want to kiss you
And we'd swim along

Sometimes I'd dive under
And give you a lick
And you wouldn't bite me
And I wouldn't kick

But after a while
I'd get tired in the waves
And I'd have to swim down
To the deep water caves

And there we'd have dinner
On lobsters and fish
And there would be dancing 
And you'd grant my wish
And then I'd wake up
In my small puppy bed
You'd be in the ocean
And not in my head





I know these are silly
Ridiculous dreams
Instead of warm kisses
You always bring screams

Sometimes in the darkness
I'd lie there and wonder
If the idea of "us" might
Be a horrible blunder
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy







Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Day the 15th--Prose Poem--Harbinger Moon

I'm doing a prose poem today. Actually I did it during the eclipse last night. So here it is in all its glory:


Harbinger Moon


I saw the moon die
It dimmed
Until only a Cheshire Cat smile
And then it blinked 
Out.
The hole it left
Washed the sky
In blood.
Sailing through a
Stygian firmament
Igniting a million billion scattered sparks
The harbinger moon
Lay waste the sky on its demise
Comets streaked across black velvet
Burning out in 
The blood-silver galleon's wake.
Yet wait!
A tiny spark ignites
And sets the rim aflame.
The orb, 
In dread majesty emerges
Once more to set the sky,
Its domain,
A-light.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Monday, April 14, 2014

Day 14-- 5W's Poem--Lady in the Park

This is a 5 W's Poem. To find out what that is, go here.
So this is my poem:







 Lady in the Park

The little old lady with twinkling eyes and a brilliant smile
Walks every day, rain or shine, in a dress
In the chilly darkness of the park
When the rest of the world is still asleep in their beds
She greets the morning with a kiss on each cheek.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Day Thirteen, XIII, dreizehn--Couplet--Lament of the Barrel O' Monkeys

Since I don't write for blogs on Sundays, I've done this one in advance and am choosing my own poetry form. This time it'll be couplets.

 Lament of the Barrel O' Monkeys

We're all alike said the monkey named Nate
As he hopped up onto the rim
I look like Jack and he looks like Bill
And Jill looks a whole lot like Jim.

We don't do a lot in that barrel o' fun
But tangle together and sit
Sometimes the boredom just builds up inside
And I want to just haul off and spit.

The last time we ventured outside the barrel
The children were tiny and fun
But now they've grown up and they don't want to play
With a red plastic barrel of mon(keys).

What's a monkey to do when he looks like the rest
And he wants a good place in the sun?
He can't take vacations or go to the zoo
And he can't paint a picture or run.

Then Monkey Nate had a sit-down to think
About life and the great outdoors
He decided that life really wasn't 'bout fun,
Who has what, or who doesn't, or scores.

What matters the most is whatever you do
With the lot the good Lord has given
And when all is said when you're quick and you're dead
Is did you make the most of your livin'.

Then Monkey Nate hopped up on the rim
And surveyed all the landscape around
His red plastic face bore a satisfied grin
For his worth and his joy he had found.

So whenever you feel that life's letting you down
And you think you will die of the blues
Recall Monkey Nate and his barrel of mates
And like him pay attention to clues.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy




Saturday, April 12, 2014

Day the Twelth--Haiku--Hackers & Romeo and Juliet

I did another poem for yesterday but my whole Internet was bogged and I lost it. So today I'm doing a haiku. You can see the form here.

Okay this first one was because I just had to spend all day re-doing all my passwords because of hackers. I think they are black-hearted, they rot, and I'm so done with them:

Hackers
Hackers make me sick
Stealing from the mind's domain
Some day you shall pay.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy
And here's another less angry non-diatribe:

Romeo and Juliet
Little lost children
What know they of Eros' love
Who throw life away?
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Friday, April 11, 2014

Day Go Ichi (11)--ABAB Poem--Wind and the Neighbors

Here's my poem for the day. I have no idea what the form was for today and I'm busy writing on my LETTERS FOR STEPS book, so I'm just going to write a simple ABAB Poem and let it go at that.
Here it is in all it's majesty...:o)






  


WIND AND THE NEIGHBORS
The West wind is blowing like crazy
It's blown all my clothes off the line
I wish it were balmy and hazy
So I'd not have to go claim what's mine.

My sweatshirt is down at the neighbor's.
Three socks and some pants are there too.
I hate to go down through their arbor
There's a mean dog and piles of dog poo.

I guess I'll just bring all the clothes in
They are stinky and nastily wet
But I'll drape them all over with clothespins
And hope meeting the Browns is a bet.

I don't really know why I worried
The Browns were uncommonly nice
They brought me some lunch while I scurried
T'was a sock and some chicken and rice.

And now when I think of that fam'ly
'Bout their dog and it's piles of poo
I think it's 'bout time to be ambling
Down the street to give back to them too.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy


















Dear Browns, can you please bring back my undies? Thanks for the delicious lunch. Hugs, Me



















Thursday, April 10, 2014

Review of Golden Blood

I'd like to take a little time off from word-smithing poetry to review a book I just finished. GOLDEN BLOOD by Melissa Pearl was a fantastic read!

I loved this book. When it ended abruptly I did something I rarely do. I went straight to my bookseller and bought the next book, which then jumped my prodigious book queue to become next on my list. Yeah. Pretty gripping.

 GOLDEN BLOOD is about a girl with powers, a powerful family, a powerful love, and a powerfully deep ocean of problems.

Gemma has lived her whole ice queen life fearful of getting too close to anybody. But when perfectly normal human, Harrison, sits up and takes notice, she begins to thaw. The problem is, if she tells her parents, they'll most likely ground her for the rest of her life and kill their budding romance.

For a short time they fool everybody. But little by little the chinks in their "ice castle" wall grow bigger until all heck breaks loose.

Their time-hopping shenanigans result in serious life-or-death situations made infinitely worse by the icy eyes of her parents.

I give GOLDEN BLOOD a thumb's way up. Thanks, Melissa.