Friday, April 25, 2014

Gladiator. NaPoWriMo 3 25



He entered the arena early
For the first engagement of the day,
Mentally prepared for success.
Studying the scene, puzzling;
Certain equipment was unavailable,
Or in adequate at the least.

Assured by his handlers that
All was well; just routine.
He proceeded to prepare his weapons
Skillful, with precision--

The battle engaged, he was on the defensive
from the first parry.  None-the-less,
He held the upper hand, precariously;
fainting, dodging, thrusting,
disaster at bay.

The deficit noticed early
Came to bear near the
conclusion of the battle-- the winner
left the arena the loser.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

One can never step in the same stream twice. NaPoWriMo #24


A trek, a cavalcade
Two streams crossed
In the wilderness--
A cameo surrendered.

Like magnets, not once, not twice,
Heraclitus was mistaken,
For fate it was, they crossed trice;
Each encounter the pull stronger.

Until the third confluence,
Co-mingling current roiling
To tumultuous climax, then
Diverge without a backward glance.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Welcome. NaPoWriMo # 23

Welcome
 


Baby kittens fall
Chasing butterflies on shore.
Pussy willows sprout.

 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Evaporate. NaPoWriMo #22

Resilient, fragile--
Through fogged lenses life hangs
Evaporating.
 
 

Monday, April 21, 2014

Night sounds. NaPoWriMo # 21

Night Sounds
 

3 AM, Awake, quiet eludes--
Night orchestra plays to
A sleeping audience---
Accompanying dreams.

The whir of electric's current,
Water's swoosh, emitting warmth,
A passing motor growls,
Tires hum along the Macadam.

All these are drowned
Out by the tympani,
Voices of the celestial
Chorus.

Solitude is the sound your
Thoughts make to muffle Nature.
 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter morning. NaPoWriMo # 20

Brisk Easter Morning
Robin sings her nesting song.
Rabbit springs to woods.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Ode to a cluttered table. NaPoWriMo #19

Ode to a cluttered table

O' cluttered table;
You soothe my soul,
Lift my spirit.
I find comfort in your
Presence.

A florid runner, rosy
And lacy-- lays
Buried beneath the potpourri
Of words, tools,  synapses
Connecting thoughts, ideas,images.

This jambalaya seems random
Until the inked paper comes
Alive. Meaningful messages caress
The page; breathing life,
Newborn, alive?

Whimsical gallimaufry sates my libido.
Whether scented candle, Korean inscense,
I am free to amuse myself
With silent meditation,or
Smile, in the mirror?

First draft.......

Friday, April 18, 2014

The List NaPoWriMo # 18

The List
 
Books, always books; poetry books, how to,
lessons to follow.   Dog-eared, bookmarked.
Magazines read and unread, reread.
Brass holder to keep pages open.
Candle lantern, crossword calendar
Puzzle-- Note calendar
Moleskins, Kindle, scattered reminders;
grocery list, todo, opening lines.
Pens; fancy, plain. #2 pencils
Coasters, place mat, assorted bill receipts.
Cough drops and crumbs;
Crumbs of last night's repast.
 
 


Thursday, April 17, 2014

A proverbial adage. NaPoWriMo # 17



Birds on a cliff flock together
Better late than in the river.
Black berries in your hand are worth more than on the bush.
Haste is the mother of all waste;
A little learning is a good start for
Those who live in glass houses; should wear clothes.
It's better to lick honey covered flies than
To catch a curious cat or
Kill a book with a clouded cover. So
Don't write your proverbs by the batch.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Liars, lies and confabulation. NaPoWriMo #16


The planet earth is a fictitious plan
dreamt by a scientist from cosmos' black hole.
She was Isaac Asimov's daughter, Hera.
Her crowning achievement; planetarium--
Into which she placed a petri dish
Inside a crystalline terrarium
Populated with cartoon characters
Called lawyers; principled entities
Entrusted to facilitate justice,
Equality, liberty for themselves.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Blood Moon. NaPoWriMo # 15


CNN photo


Hiding behind a gauzy negligee
   Of filmy clouds,
There you were
   As predicted,
In your scarlet glory
For all who care to stare.

Yet it was I, alone,
Who ventured out of my
   Cozy loft
      To witness your display.

You rewarded me,
   Displaying your beauty
For my private viewing.

Monday, April 14, 2014

early riser NaPoWriMo # 14

 
Before the sun could reach
 horizon's rim--
I was out of sleep's clutch
 yet again.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A weekend. NaPoWriMo #13


Berries, juice, and breakfast bars
Dancing, swimming and Grandpa's lap
Biking, running, watching for cars
Ice-cream cones, home for a nap.

Tree sticks, icebergs with gulls atop
Minnows (millions) swim by the shore
Hiding Easter eggs; "am I cold or hot?
Papa, "pull your finger off some more".

Mexican. quesadilla, some beans and rice
Ice water, straws, cerveza to swill
A trip to el bano is always nice
Scarf it all down, except what we spill.

Italian for breakfast
Yard work for sooth
"Frozen," saved for last
A stop at Wegman's, then the toll booth.



Friday, April 11, 2014

Signs of spring. NaPoWriMo # 12

signs of spring abound:
First inning; yanks against the Red sox.
Harleys growl on Main Street,
The sunset silhouettes my shadow
as I grow taller, heading home.
Two young drunks solve their world's drama
behind the local bar.
Neighbors kibitz on front stoops  by the way,
and sip a beverage, discuss the game.
A father skims the detritus
from the  newly uncovered pool.
Five teens play their own version
of march madness; street basketball,
While redwings cheer them on.
The trill of nature's choir greets the blooming
purples--yellows breaking through the sod.
The cold of ebbing winter
fades from our memory as we embrace
by budding elements of spring.

What to wear, what to wear. NaPoWriMo # 11


 Day's beginning creeps
   coldly over the horizon,
Chilling my nares;
What to wear, what to wear?
   besides underwear.

"Tis sap weather:
   Cold nights, warm days.
Maple serum fills an evaporator.
What to wear, what to wear?
   besides underwear.

Brisk steps glide me to my stop,
   A mile plus a third,
At refrigerator temps.
What to wear, what to wear?
   besides underwear.

Better to be nippily in the AM
   Than soppy later on.
Bring your backpack for stuffing
   Over what you wore;
And nothing more.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

He lives life to the fullest. NaPoWriMo # 10

 
Il croquet la vie a pleines dents

No matter the weather
Every person and season
Are welcomed with
A smile and embrace.

Hugs, like vitamins
Nourish the body,
Mind, and soul.
Free and easy health producers.

He smiles at the gentle-fellow
Who grins back from the mirror.
Their circadian rhythms link
together to think; day, let me
Make you shine.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

When the sky is your umbrella. NaPoWriMo #9

 
When the sky is your umbrella.....

I've walked in the rain,
Played in the rain,
Sung and danced in the rain.
  I fought a war in the rain. 
Cooked breakfast over a camp fire
 in a cast iron skillet full of grease
 and rain water in the rain.
Run miles in the rain,
Planted a garden in the rain.
Bathed naked in the summer rain

Rain drops on the roof. NaPoWriMo # 8


Rain drops on the roof

Dreams mean something,
Sometimes
Though often they are
No more
Than the thumbing through
Of a Sci-Fi
Story-
Bizarre and puzzling;
Fodder for a poem.
 
 
 

Monday, April 07, 2014

New Day Dawns. NaPoWriMo #7


Now, in 8.3 minutes, comes the light,
Emitted from our sun.
Wondrous thoughts born anew.

Departing night fades
Away.  Misty dreams unfulfilled
Yet, must be written or lost.

Decameron reworked for 100 nights,
And we come to see nothing new
Will be born in our minds.
Nothing, or everything rethought.
Savor the newness of old memories.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Old photos. NaPoWriMo #6 a triolet

Old photos our memories hold
  Of our DNA passed on down.
Does my son possess my mold?
Old photos our memories hold,
   Our great's and grand's stories told,
with twinkling eyes, uncomely frown.
Old photos our memories hold
   Of our DNA passed down.

Saturday, April 05, 2014

NaPoWriMo #5

NaPoWriMo #5
I once had a cat named Kitty
Who was black, sleek & pretty.
She said with a meow,
As I fed her her chow,
No mouse? What a pity.

Friday, April 04, 2014

NaPoWriMo #4 Daniel Parrish

Appearances are a misrepresentation
     of the truth,
if not outright,
     a lie.
To not know a truth
     is one thing.
presenting facts differently,
     a falsehood.
Adage has it:
     A leopard can't change its spots
Inveterate liars are doomed
     then
to live a lie;
his only truth being his birth
     and death.

His life is but a
     sham,
without substance,
     immutable?

     But,
You say;
what if he had a child?
     Is that not a truth?

A child claimed is a legacy
     of legitimacy.

Thursday, April 03, 2014

NaPoWriMo #3


It's a place with
         plenty of age;
Dusty tinted aroma
         of other's lives/
Stories.

         Amid the chaos,
Serenity of mind
         Imbues my soul.
A relic of the past
         Holds

Hieroglyphs for the future.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

NaPoWriMo
Day # 2
April 2nd

 
 
 
 
Just ahead, under
the icy glow of the
Streetlamp,
health and longevity
lay;
Interrupted rudely by
a man and his dog.

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

NaPoWriMo:
April 1st

Spring lifts it's petals
to the promise of sunshine
through inches of snow.