A DOCTOR VISIT

I'm going to see the doctor today.
My appointment is at 9 on the dot.
I'm going to see the doctor today.
Mom says I am feeling hot.
I'm going to see the doctor today.
I hope he'll know what I've got.
I'm going to see the doctor today.
I hope I won't need a shot.

 Since this poem uses anaphora, repetition of a line, it is an easy poem to recite with two voices.  Can you write your own poem using anaphora today?  Have fun writing.

Aliens Are Coming

The aliens have landed.
they're full of laughter and mirth.
They're changing up the colors
for a more colorful earth.

I can't tell my mother.
I won't tell my dad
for to mention these aliens
they'll both say I am bad

To be telling these lies
and making these stories up.
But the aliens are in my backyard
because tall pink grass is growing up.


     See, I'm still working on poems about colors.  Crazy.  But I put my pen to paper and this is what comes out.  Put your pen to paper today and see what comes out.  Let your imagination run where ever it wants to skip.  Nothing has to be real or factual.  See where your penning takes you.  Have a happy Sunday writing your own poem.

WHAT IS POETRY?

Poetry is a radish
with green leafy top,
red cheeks
and a long white 
goat beard.
It is Mom's
beaming red cheers
and  Uncle's flushed 
with booze.
It's the brothers
and sisters,
Grandma and Grandpa,
it's all the dead poets
standing in the doorway
to watch me write,
and it's the brown
earth worm moving
round and round
making room
for the radish
to breathe.

     This is one of the weirdest poems I've ever written, but it's what has been going round and round in my head for the last few days.  The "radish" came from a poem by Linda Baie.  It was the last line of her poem and I guess I liked thinking about a radish.  Can a radish be like a poem?  Can a radish be like a person?  So here is your challenge for today--pick a fruit or vegetable and use it as a simile or a metaphor for something else--a person, a favorite pet, poetry or your life.  You've heard how people are described as pear shaped, now it is your turn to take it one step further.  This can be fun, so give it a try and let me know what you come up with in the comments below. I hope you have a grand time writing (and thinking possibilities) today.
    Oh, by the way, I had originally planned to make that cheers, another cheek, but I mis-typed.  When I went back to check the poem for errors, I saw my mistake and I had to question which word I liked better.  I decided on cheers,  because Mom would always cheer me on and the cheeks is understood.  Sometimes my subconscious knows what I should be doing before I do.

Happy Mother's Day

Sunday morning,
early and calm.
I'm making breakfast
for my mom.

Mom is waking
in her bed
and that is where
she'll be fed.

Because my mom
is best to me
it's why I want
her day happy.

POCKETS

Dad's pockets hold
his wallet and car keys.

Mom's pockets have
a tissue for her sneeze

My sister's pockets
hold a nail file
and a package of gum.

My baby brother's pocket
holds a box
of golden raisins.

My pockets hold
all sorts of things,
a rock, a beetle,
an extra yo-yo string.

There is also something
that might be a surprise.
It is a poem
I'm trying to memorize.

     What is in your pockets?  Can you write a poem about that?  Or better yet read some poetry today and try to find a poem you would like to memorize.  Write the poem out and put it in your pocket so when you have a few moments you can take it out and work on memorizing your poem.
      I'm going to try to memorize more poems this year.  Won't you join me?  You never know when having a poem can come in handy.  Have a fun Sunday.

Baby's Words

Mom heard the baby
and said "Kitchy-coo."
Baby kicked her feet
said, "Goo-goo-goo."

Daddy tickled Baby on her chin
then coughed a little, clearing phlegm.
Baby kicked the air and stared at him
then she said, "Ah-hem, Ah-hem."

Grandma cleaned out Baby's ear
Looked at her, and said, "Oh dear."
Then she patted Baby's rear.
Baby said, "Cheer-cheer, cheer-cheer."

Grandpa said, "A smell is coming through
I wonder what we should do?"
Baby held up her fingers, two
then she said, "Phoo-phoo, phoo-phoo."

"Wonder if we should call the doctor quick
to find out if Baby is sick?"
The doctor came in very little time.
said, "This baby really is quite fine
she just has a grand talent 
for making words rhyme."

      I tell you what, get out your jump rope and try saying this to the beat of your jumping.  I think it will sound better this way because the meter is really fluey.  I wrote this because the word for the month over at David L. Harrison's blog is "talent" and I wanted to write a poem using the word.  What talents do you have?
Do you want to try writing a poem about your talent?  (To see more TALENT poems, click on the WOM Adult Poems on the top of his tool bar. )

Happy Easter

My Easter pin wheel

spins in the wind

going round and round.

It whirs and whizzes

in the wind.

Oh, what a wonderful sound. 

   I hope you are having a great day.  Did you get a chocolate bunny?  I remember when I was a little girl about 10 years old the Newberry's Five and Dime store in my little town had chocolate eggs for sale and for 50 cents extra you could get the lady to pipe white frosting in your name on the egg.   I thought that was the most wonderful thing.  So I saved my allowance and bought an egg for my mom and had the lady write MOM on it.  The lady was so impressed that I'd saved my money in the first place to spend it on my mom that she didn't charge me for the piped frosting.  Do you have memories of past Easters?  What did you do or are you doing to make today memorable?  Perhaps you can write a poem to save today's memories.  Ah, you knew I was going to do that, so give it a try and let me see your creation.  Have fun with your family and friends and your writing.