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Monday, April 24, 2017

Nonet Poems--Doggy Love--National Poetry Month



It's nonet day. "What the heck is a nonet?" you ask. Stephanie answers that question here. Meanwhile I'll reveal my newest offering below:

DOGGY LOVE

Dog, streaming full out, his tongue trailing;
Airborn, he bites ball from thin air
Laughing hilariously
I call back slimy ball.
Someday I'll catch it
All on film,
But not
Now.

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sonnet--When First We Met--National Poetry Month



This is an iambic pentameter sonnet I'm writing here--the BIG guns. So even though it's Sunday and people are around making noise and doing things, I'm of a mind to try it. So here goes. Oh. If you want to know how to do this devilishly difficult poetry form, be my guest. Learn how here. And anon, I shall at it:



WHEN FIRST WE MET

The first time ere I on you did cast sight
A duck you wore upon your Jonesian hat
I thought you certainly a Bedlamite 
And that put mental paid to that

When next upon you my eyes I did clap
Your bore upon your person knightly helm
It seemed a strange way maidenly ken to trap
I thought, "The man's sanity doth underwhelm."

But when we found ourselves in grottos dark
I could not wait to call upon your princely name
My fiance all that with jealousy did mark
I could not say my heart did feel the same.

Your arrow found unerring place within my heart
From thence our Murphy history took its start.
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Free Form Poem--Denizen of the Void--National Poetry Month


DENIZEN OF THE VOID

Into the stillness 
Between waking and sleeping
A thought springs
Growing 
And expanding,
Unfurling gossamer, iridescent wings
Until it fills me 
With awe.
It grips me
With delicate pincers.
The least breath
Of disturbance
Banishes,
In the space
Of the tick of a clock,
My etherial
Intangible.
It's gone!
What once
Filled me
Has vanished 
Without a trace.
Though I mourn
Its whispy passing
And marvel at its talent
For slipping, 
Wraithlike
Through my fingers
I cannot hope to 
Bring it back.
Only lure
With night's wakefulness.
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Cinquain Poems--National Poetry Month



Today it's a cinquain poem. Here's the place to figure out how to do these.

Clark Kent
Alien man
Sent to sacrifice all
For the betterment of Mankind
Saver


Jesus
God's Son
Sent to sacrifice all
For the betterment of Mankind
Savior

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Friday, April 21, 2017

Pensee Pensiveness--National Poetry Month



Today we're doing a Pensee poem. If you have no idea what this is, but want to find out, go here. Here's my offering:

Angel
Sweet destroyer
Like Juno in your aspects
You wreak carnage in the kitchen
I wish I could tame you.


Janus
Calm/terrible
One minute sweet, the next, RAGE
Clean room but trashed relationships
How will we survive?















This next is not a Pensee poem. Just something I was pondering last night while waiting for my husband to get out of the pizza store...;o)
(Just as a side note, I notice some people putting things on there maybe a starvation survivor might add...like corn, oysters, pineapple, or squash. Let me just say, KEEP THAT TRAVESTY FOOD AWAY FROM MY PIE! That will be all.)
PIZZAMANIA
Pizza, pizza how I love you
Savory roundness pulls me in
Oh that scent of tomato-y gravy (that's what Italians call sauce)
It just dribbles down my chin

Strings of cheese span the gappage (Shakespeare made up thousands of words. I can make up one...;o)
Betwixt my chin and delicious joy
I would rather eat a pizza
Than go parking with a boy.

I load it down with pepperoni
Add the mushrooms, cheese, and sauce (clearly not in that order)
Top it off with yummy olives
Then it won't be taste bud loss

You can even leave the olives
Off your half of tasty pie
Just because I know you hate 'em
We'd have rootbeer floats close by. (His favorite)

If you really want to please me
Get a pizza pie for two (or ten) 
Take me to a drive-in movie
That is not a date we'd rue. (There are actually very few dates I'd rue--one being to do our taxes and I'm not going to the others in my head.)
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Brevette Poems--National Poetry Month



Today it's Brevette poems. I'd never heard of them either, so I went here to find out what the heck they were. Then I wrote these:

moon
l i g h t s
world


hands
h o l d
book


mother
c u d d l e s
baby



heidi
e a t s
ice cream

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Monorhyme--To the Beach!--National Poetry Month

















Contrary to what my last poem said, today I'm doing a Monorhyme. If you're clueless about what that is, go here. Now getting down to it:

TO THE BEACH!









I wish I could go down to the sea for a sail
I'd take you along so that you could help bail
From hibernating inside, my skin is quite pale
















I want to go surfing, dump sand in a pail
Jump in the water where I'd happily flail
I'd swim 'til my skin was stark white like a whale
















And we'd eat enchiladas with kippers and kale
For dessert we'd eat crumb cake and guzzle wassail
We'd lie out on the sand 'til it got time to bale
















Then home we would drive, over hill, over dale
And when we got home we would go through the mail
And wish we could carry our house like a snail
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy