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

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

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.

Dia Diaz--Spring Is Poem

We're doing a Spring Senses poem. To see the parameters, go here.

So this is my Spring Senses poem:

SPRING IS

It's a wonder anything grows in this oven!

Spring looks like the flowers on the orange trees and the chartreuse of palo verde buds opening into the wind (and the beginning of nine more months of summer).

Spring sounds like little cactus wren babies cheeping in the cactus (and people sneezing from the palo verde pollen).

Yup. The one thing that grows in our yard--a weed.

Spring feels like the breeze coming off sunbaked sand (and the searing pain of a cactus sticker poking you in the foot).

There's probably a lizard in there somewhere doing push-ups.

Spring smells like cactus flowers baking and creosote in the 10 minute rainstorm (and all the road tar washing down the street with your yard topsoil).

Spring tastes like the promise of prickly pear jam (and defeat at not killing off the wasp colony which has invaded your bird houses).

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy  

Day the Ninth--Grammar Poem--Aerogel

Today is Grammar Poem day. If, like me, you think this means a poem your English teacher dad yells at you about dangling participles during, you should go here to find out what it really is. (You like that? Two of them! And a couple of sentence fragments. Next passive voice should be added.)

Here's my Grammar Poem:

A chunk of Blue Smoke used to capture comet 
dust note the little light streaks--dust entry 
indicators

Aerogel

Aerogel

Misty and strong

Effectively catching comet dust 

Like a chunk of cloud Jello

If only I could play with some

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy  

If you want to know more about Aerogel or Blue Smoke I have a previous article on this blog which explains it. Go to this article.

Day Eight's Poem--I Am Poem--Paladin

Today I'm doing an I Am poem. This is a really nice engine to plug your words into to make that I Am poem come to fruition. You can find more information about this poetry form here.
This is my I Am poem:

Linner Falcon

Paladin

I am a paladin, a fierce defender of light and truth.

I see the form of a falcon tipping into the breeze, the sun glinting on its feathers.

I wonder what it would be like to glide above the world, looking down into the lives and hearts of the people.

I hear its keening cry and match it with one of my own.

I want to dance in the sun's light and feel the breeze lifting my hair.

I am a paladin, a fierce defender of light and truth.

I pretend to stoop like the falcon, honing in on my prey.
I feel the exhilaration of the air whipping past my face as I search for my mark.
I feel my wind-raked hair stream across my face.
I worry that my mark will move.
I cry out in fierce joy; my prey looks up in terror. I have found her out. I stoop to conquer.
I am a paladin, a fierce defender of light and truth.

I understand that I am not immune.

I say to myself that there are wrongs inherent to my psyche which cannot stand.
I dream someday of being a creature of pure light and truth.
I try to ferret out each mistake, each hidden blackness of the soul.
I hope someday to join the hosts of other creatures of light and truth, hovering on glorious sun-kissed wing.
I am a paladin, a fierce defender of light and truth.

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy  

I'm the paladin with the shield.

Day sieben,7, VII--Cinquain--Weeping Angels

Today we're doing another cinquain. This time instead of syllables we count words. If you want to know more about this poetry form, go here.

Here's my cinquain:

Angel

Weeping stone

It eats time

You blink, you die

Stare