National Poetry Month--Day 26--Bookspine Poems

 

 We're doing bookspine Poems today. If you want to learn how to do these, go here. And now for a big explanation:

We decided to have the rule in our family (after remembering the shenanigans we and our sibs got up to in our youths) that after the kids turned 12, they would spend the night in their own beds unless it was with parents home, that we knew WELL, or some kind of church thing like scout or girl's camp. Our youngest daughter was utterly disgusted with that rule and wrote a whole angry diatribe book about how she hates Mom and Dad and THE RULE. We found it hilarious and keep that book in our box of memories along with other fiance blackmail pictures and items. So this poem is all about what I think my privateer (so pirate with permission) forebear might have been thinking since he NEVER (that I know) mentioned his parents or even the country of his birth.

By the way, the author of the angry diatribe book has grown up a LOT and is no longer livid about spending the night in her own bed...;)

So I suppose this poem would read something like:

I hate Mom and Dad

I'm the eldest rebel

A soul so rebellious

Now seeking the Spirit

As my inheritance

John McKusick
 ©2022 by H. Linn Murphy

National Poetry Month--Day 19--Book Spine Poetry--

 

Today we're doing Book Spine Poetry. It's not really the Rhymey kind, but can be fun. If you want to know about it further, go here. Otherwise, TA TAAAAAA:

Here's my more serious one:

 

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

National Poetry Month--Day 18--Spine Poetry

Today we're doing Spine Poetry. If you're wondering about needing a chiropractor, check here. If you just want to look at my spines, voila. Spines:

Thomas S. Monson to the rescue!

He prophesies

Sunrise in the west 

And an ingathering 

Of saints.

At nightfall

A ten second kiss

Holding wonder 

Scattering stars

What Rhapsody!

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy

The Winter King

Brings snowdrifts

The snow is rising

Our passport to survival?

Stand a little taller

And a pillar of fire. 

Stand a little taller

Daughter of destiny

Daughter of God

Our Elder Brother, the Mortal Messiah 

Has the power of deliverance

Out of darkness

And into the light

Family power!

These Spines of Mine--National Poetry Month

Today I'm doing Book Spine Poems. If you want to know how to do these, go here. I think the one above is my favorite. But here's another:

Now I keep thinking of more and more of these, but I actually have a life beyond this computer. Maybe. I have to go give blood soon. Good afternoon.