I made banana bread yesterday with left over bananas. This morning, as I was cutting a slice for breakfast, I was thinking about today's poem. I came up with a couplet, and then I thought about other couplets, and I ended up with a game for myself. Would you like to play too?
Little girl, her nickname is Red,
her favorite food is banana bread.
Little boy with eyes of blue,
his favorite food is Irish stew.
Basketball player with skinny legs,
his favorite food is scrambled eggs.
Granny Horton with skin like a snake,
her favorite food is carrot cake.
Gloria Jean, eyes with a gleam,
her favorite food is chocolate ice cream.
Silly Suzie loves to tell jokes,
her favorite food is artichokes.
Alice Ann won't tell a lie,
her favorite food is apple pie.
Bobby Bolton wears blue jeans,
his favorite food is Boston Baked Beans.
Charlie Carter, his hair is sandy,
eats a lot of hard rock candy.
OK, so can you see I'm starting to follow the alphabet? Now it is your turn. Take an initial from your name and see what you come up with. Have fun writing couplets today. If you want to play, leave your couplet in the comments. Thanks.
I'm off to find "J" foods, or I might slip into sports.
Joyful Joy stepped on a pin
when she hurled a javelin.
Jone is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup, thanks Jone. You can find more poetry here: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=509905
Showing posts with label rhyming couplets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhyming couplets. Show all posts
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
HAPPY 2015
It is 2015
and I'm so happy.
I was up really late.
I need a nappy.
Oops, I'm not so sure this poem works because in Great Britain a baby's diaper is called a nappy. But, I mean a little nap.
On my walk this mornig I had the local radio station on listening to music. As often happens a line of music will stick in my head. The line was something like--put your sexy on. As that rolled around in my head, I got to thinking what putting your happy on would look like. Using all five senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste; what is happy?
I'm Happy
I'm happy as the mud on a hog.
I'm happy as the fleas on a dog.
Happy as bubbles in your bath.
Happy as a popsicle split in half.
Happy as a pumpkin on the vine.
Happy as a cowgirl dancing in line.
Happy as a preacher saying grace.
Happy as the smile upon your face.
Happy as the grass covered in dew.
I'm so happy I know you.
Happy to write poems and bring cheer
Happy to start a new year.
I'm so happy with friends like you.
In 2015 what makes you happy too?
This poem is written in rhyming couplets. Can you practice writing a few couplets? What makes you happy? What are happy smells or tastes for you? If you'd like, you can leave your couplets in the comments below. If HAPPY doesn't work for you, try this same format on other words like grateful, excited, smart, pretty, or a word of your choice. Have fun writing your poem.
and I'm so happy.
I was up really late.
I need a nappy.
Oops, I'm not so sure this poem works because in Great Britain a baby's diaper is called a nappy. But, I mean a little nap.
On my walk this mornig I had the local radio station on listening to music. As often happens a line of music will stick in my head. The line was something like--put your sexy on. As that rolled around in my head, I got to thinking what putting your happy on would look like. Using all five senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste; what is happy?
I'm Happy
I'm happy as the mud on a hog.
I'm happy as the fleas on a dog.
Happy as bubbles in your bath.
Happy as a popsicle split in half.
Happy as a pumpkin on the vine.
Happy as a cowgirl dancing in line.
Happy as a preacher saying grace.
Happy as the smile upon your face.
Happy as the grass covered in dew.
I'm so happy I know you.
Happy to write poems and bring cheer
Happy to start a new year.
I'm so happy with friends like you.
In 2015 what makes you happy too?
This poem is written in rhyming couplets. Can you practice writing a few couplets? What makes you happy? What are happy smells or tastes for you? If you'd like, you can leave your couplets in the comments below. If HAPPY doesn't work for you, try this same format on other words like grateful, excited, smart, pretty, or a word of your choice. Have fun writing your poem.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
ANOTHER WISH
I wish I were a butterfly
a flitting through the sky,
then I would come to visit you
and make your dreams come true.
Hey, I've changed the rhyming pattern. This quatrain verse is written in couplets. I hope you are having a great Sunday. Can you find time to write a couplet today? How about something with wishes or dreams? Think big and have fun writing. Happy poetry.
a flitting through the sky,
then I would come to visit you
and make your dreams come true.
Hey, I've changed the rhyming pattern. This quatrain verse is written in couplets. I hope you are having a great Sunday. Can you find time to write a couplet today? How about something with wishes or dreams? Think big and have fun writing. Happy poetry.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The Crocodile
A young man from Montreal,
liked to play with his basketball.
He'd dribbled along the banks of the Nile
and lost himself in a crocodile.
Now the only thing to see
is that ball
wedged in a tree
and a smile
on the crocodile.
Oh my, it has been a crazy day. My sister just telephoned and said, "Do you know you haven't posted a poem for today?"
I didn't know, until she reminded me. So then I sat down to write, and of course, I came up blank. I opened my rhyming dictionary and started to write a limerick, but this ended up as a rhyming couplets instead. I apologize, this is what you get for today.
I've included two geographical locations in my poem. Can you write a poem that includes the name of your home town? Have fun writing. See you tomorrow.
liked to play with his basketball.
He'd dribbled along the banks of the Nile
and lost himself in a crocodile.
Now the only thing to see
is that ball
wedged in a tree
and a smile
on the crocodile.
Oh my, it has been a crazy day. My sister just telephoned and said, "Do you know you haven't posted a poem for today?"
I didn't know, until she reminded me. So then I sat down to write, and of course, I came up blank. I opened my rhyming dictionary and started to write a limerick, but this ended up as a rhyming couplets instead. I apologize, this is what you get for today.
I've included two geographical locations in my poem. Can you write a poem that includes the name of your home town? Have fun writing. See you tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
PROGRESSIVE POEM
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.
WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light. --J. Patrick Lewis
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
It's dandelion puffs tickling my nose.
It's a penny tossed in a wishing well.
It's the cackle of a witch casting a spell.
It's roasting marshmallows over a campfire flame.
It's squirrels in the poplar trees playing a game.
It's mermaids on a rock, combing their hair.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's you and me having a good time
finding words and making them rhyme.
It's taking our words and creating a verse
that includes our world and the whole Universe.
That's what poetry is to me.
Good bye April. Come on May. I'm really sorry to see the end of this poem. I hope you've enjoyed it and thank you to everyone who supplied ideas. Oh gosh, now what shall we do for May? Oh good, I just had an idea to start the month off. Tune in tomorrow to see what poem I have to start a new month. Your poetry challenge for today is to write a short letter poem to the poem you want to write. Is that confusing? Let me see if I can supply an example.
Dear Poem,
Thank you for the ideas
you give to me.
Thank you for the laughter
and the fun.
I'm so glad you're a part of me.
Aren't I the lucky one?
Turn the page on your calendar and I'll see you here tomorrow. Have fun writing.
Monday, April 29, 2013
PROGRESSIVE POEM
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.
WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life. --William Hazlitt
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
It's dandelion puffs tickling my nose.
It's a penny tossed in a wishing well.
It's the cackle of a witch casting a spell.
It's roasting marshmallows over a campfire flame.
It's squirrels in the poplar trees playing a game.
It's mermaids on a rock, combing their hair.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's you and me having a good time
finding words and making them rhyme.
It's taking our words and creating a verse
I'm looking over the rhyming couplets I have used in this poem. I notice two of my favorite rhyming families have been left out. I haven't used the "at" family, or the "ight." I really like these two families and feel like I over use them. I guess I didn't in this poem. So your poetry challenge today is to pick one of these families and write your own poem. Do have fun. And if you don't like my idea, think of one of your own. Keep writing.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
PROGRESSIVE POEM
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.
WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is truth in it's Sunday clothes.--Arthur Unknown
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
It's dandelion puffs tickling my nose.
It's a penny tossed in a wishing well.
It's the cackle of a witch casting a spell.
It's roasting marshmallows over a campfire flame.
It's squirrels in the poplar trees playing a game.
It's mermaids on a rock, combing their hair.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's you and me having a good time
finding words and making them rhyme.
Can you write your own list poem today about things that make you happy? Have fun writing.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
PROGRESSIVE POEM
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.
WHAT IS POETRY?
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree. --Terri Guillemets
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
It's dandelion puffs tickling my nose.
It's a penny tossed in a wishing well.
It's the cackle of a witch casting a spell.
It's roasting marshmallows over a campfire flame.
It's squirrels in the poplar trees playing a game.
It's mermaids on a rock, combing their hair.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.
It's you and me having a good time
What do you do when you are having a good time? Can you write a poem about that today? Have fun writing.
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