Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Zoë



Dozens of naïve, though
Intelligent kids took
A hiatus to quiet their brains. When
Evening came, they
Reignited their appreciation for
Essentially two dots. They
Soon cooperated and
Indeed composed a
Single poem for polyglots.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

46



When
In
Search of clever
Expressions,
Consider
Reactions
And
Consequent
Kaka.

On the other hand, not taking things personally is quite liberating!
 

Monday, April 28, 2014

45


Music of the Renaissance has always struck a deep chord in me. I love the krummhorn’s buzzing tones, a call across the mist-clad moors.

Krumm is the crook in
Renaissance horns that even
Umlauted vowels
Might scorn; they
Make a sound somewhat forlorn.
However, like
Oboes, they have two
Reeds that buzz oh so
Nicely, as one drinking mead.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Sneeze


Some nonsense sun for a Funday…

Umbrellas falling from a cloud;
Nuts and raisins thinking out loud;
Apples that, when bitten, cry;
Widdershins as a lullaby;
Alphabets that start in the middle;
Random words hot off the griddle;
Every day brings something new;
Surprises happen...HACHOO!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Hmmm...


If
Darwin’s theory of
Evolution,
Of how we humans came to be here,
Lined up with the beliefs
Of organized religion, would your
God be happy?
You be the judge.

Friday, April 25, 2014

"Said the flea to the fly…"


Floating Dutchmen, out for dinner,
Let the organ pipes’ lipped wish
Undulate the air with magic.
Encore! cried the captured fish.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

41


As a reminder, I choose these words randomly, not looking as my fingers dance in the dictionary, guided by who-knows-what-band, and lands on the wordplay focal point.

Zydeco dancers get all
Yeasty as the music grows
More festive; as the washboards
Agitate and catalyze the
Sugar into something stronger;
Everyone has a great time!

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Who knew?


This can be moiré or plain woven cloth; or
A Southeast coastal mix intended for
Building, of lime, sand, and oyster shells;
Brought to us from an old Baghdad ’burb, it’s
Yes, also a kitty with striped gray fur.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Er det mulig?


Can the runes play
Aye or nay with life?
Shed light on
Twisted fate?

Monday, April 21, 2014

Off to LaLaLand


Quaff in celebration of those
Uniquely creative people whose
Industrious endeavors
Lure us with love and color
To dreamland’s wonders.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Grace


I promise that I did not contrive to choose today’s word. And I find it very interesting that this happens to be the 37th poem of this project. The numbers ‘three’ and ‘seven’ are very significant in Christian doctrine.

Hear the frustrated cries of
Earth-loving souls, who don’t
Adhere to man-made faith;
Their intention lies in
Honoring the world of
Ever-teetering,
Natural grace.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

#36


The name of this two-wheeled cart, notoriously used during the French Revolution to convey people to the guillotine, is derived from the verb ‘tomber’ meaning ‘to (let) fall.’

Trembling in indignation
Upon the wooden
Make-shift cart, the two doomed
Brothers believed the
Revelation that an
Elysian
Life was already in their hearts.

Friday, April 18, 2014

ka-thump, ka-thump...


Apparently, ‘sparteine’ is a “class 1a antiarrhythmic agent.” The rest of the chemical explanation was beyond my comprehension. When I first played with this word, I was going solely on its definition, i.e., “a bitter, poisonous liquid alkaloid.” Perhaps I am proposing another way to deal with the heart’s irregular beats?

Sweeping that
Poisonous old
Attitude away, I
Rid my precious
Today of
Envy or dread. I let my ego’s
Ichor drain, so
New thinking can
Easily spread.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

34


Because of several
Unhinging events,
My ability to
Focus on dollops and cents was
Untimely
Zigzagged. At
Zero percent my savings
Lacked interest,
Eluding the pie.



 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Poem 33 in Year 59


During Diane Rehm’s conversation with Akhil Sharma regarding his book Family Life, he stated that he hoped his book would help others, as he himself had been helped by writing it. This is how I feel about my ebook     I Pity the Man Who Marries You, found at this link:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/372369

Today’s poem reflects a nugget of what I learned while writing my book.

“Grounded”

Placing first my
Left, then right foot,
Always full sole on the ground, I
Need the earth with
The fullness of my heart.
In my mind
Grows the gift of
Renaissance,
A walk of
Day-by-day, moment-by-moment
Existence.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Ancient CPAs


When I was considering a word for the ‘q’ line, I came upon ‘quipu,’ which seemed perfect for a poem about sequence. ‘Kipu’ is the Quechua (KECH-wah) spelling of the word. Poetry is about sound, so here are the pronunciations of words in order of appearance: KEE-poos, HOKH, EES-kai, KEEN-sah, wah-RAHN-kah.

Six or seven Inca people
Encoded their accounts on
Quipus. Huq, iskay, kinsa,
Up until perhaps waranqa;
Every colored knot meant something.
Never think they were not
Clever, those ancient folks, in their
Endeavors.

Monday, April 14, 2014

41414


The Universe is an interesting entity. Today’s random word inspires poem #31, that is, the completion of a Gregorian calendar month’s worth of wordplays!

Every nineteen years, the
Pace of solar and lunar months
Aligns. Could the expanding universe
Change this course? Only
Time will tell.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday dinner


This was a tricky one. Rather than with the economic principle, I played mainly with the Greek root ‘opson,’ which refers to ancient gastronomic traditions.

My old Auntie
Olive bought relish from her
Neighbors. She purchased
Only one kind,
Preferring its fishy flavor.
She knew an
Opsophagos, who
Nabbed a whole
Year’s worth to savor.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Potluck is the answer!


Once, when a friend of mine wore a button stating “War is not the answer!”, a man asked her, “So, what is the answer?” Her instant reply: “Potluck!”

Animosity
Causes
Those involved to behave
Irrationally.
Obstacles such as this will
Never allow for peace.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Poem #28


On this misty-moisty morning I believe that gremlins are indeed at work. The automatic capitalization of the first letter of a sentence (also the first letter in a new line of text) is not working. Hmmm…

Gee, can we
Really believe that
Electronic
Malfunctions are
Linked to
Invisible imps?
No…and yes.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Poem #27 in Year 59


Another palindrome date!

“>>41014<<”
 
Vipers wind majestically
In and out, through limbs and leaves;
Reflective, and most masterfully
They merge their image with the trees.
Unsung, is that they symbolize the
Old, old notion of rebirth;
Sinister they are not, but excellent,
Offering a different view of earth.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

26th letter in Year 59


For this Wordplay Project of Year 59 I decided the words would be randomly chosen, but that I wouldn’t repeat an initial letter in a 26-poem cycle. Today’s word marks the last letter of the first cycle of this project. Interesting that it would be ‘n’ on the 9th of the month. I figure that by the time I turn 60, I will have gone through the alphabet 14 times!

“Purls of Wisdom?”

Nellie knitted everything from
Evening gowns to knickers. When
Everyone made fun of her, she
Deftly repelled their snickers. She
Let their words fly away in the night,
Eventually, mere flickers.
 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

#25 in year 59


“The room spins…”

Many muddy moons ago
I rained in innie-outie space; I
Needed help from loony spoons, who
Duly dabbed with silver grace the
All-too-knowing eye; I
Laughed my ear- and nose-hairs out
Then flew off to a crazy place where
Every musical, musing moose
Regaled me till my limbs were loose—
In fact they fell right off.
Now I’m not sure where I’ve
Gone, but I’m swimming through a watery trough.

Monday, April 7, 2014

I scream in Year 59


Very few options
Attain the same degree of
Nudity flavor-wise;
Indeed, this ice-cream seems to
Lack a distinct personality,
Luring enhancements, such
As fudge, nuts, and a cherry on top.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Light the fire


Kindly
Inquire of the
Neighbors if they
Desire more
Lightwood,
In case they
Need better to see their
God.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Another week begins in Year 59


Quirky and
Ubiquitous,
Ideas
Cannot be
Kept
Secret for long.
In their essence
Lies a
Vibrant
Energy not 2b
Regarded as right or wrong.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Pure silliness in Year 59


Perhaps the only oratory- or tirade-like part of this poem is the opening “Do Not…!” and the exclamation points. While the ‘clam’ part comes from a Latin verb meaning to ‘cry out,’ I had to play with it out of context. On this Friday, I am jonesin’ for some CHOWdah!

Do not
Exclude, remove, or denude the
Common clam!
Like all the creatures,
And even mankind, these
Mollusks deserve
A life of peace! In
Truth, found
In Iceland was a 507-year-
Old ocean quahog
Named Ming!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

#20 of Year 59


Today’s word is a ‘real gas!’
 
Xenophiles and xenophobes,
Enrooted in strangeness,
Never notice the different,
Odorless, gaseous, group-0
Neighbor they cannot see.


 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Poem #19 of Year 59


Today’s word is neither duckling, nor swan, which would have been perfect for the anniversary of Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday. This bird, being an inhabitant mainly of the Continent of Africa in the 1800s, might have seemed exotic to the compassionate Danish storyteller.

Om mani padme hum. I
Send you peace, dear bird.
The routine, wealth-driven
Ripping out of your feathers
Indicates not whether, but just how
Cruel we anthropocentric
Humans can be.

I do understand the interplay among species of this world. I just wish we humans could be more mindful regarding all that sustains us. I wish we would look more closely at our needs as opposed to our wants. What is rushing us so much that we don’t take time to think?

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

4114 in Year 59


The history of this word connects so many interesting points: navigation, the earth, revelry. Of course, the rumba is a dance more structured than movement in response to other kinds of music. It’s all good for the soul.   

Rhythm
Hums in
Undulations along
Magically magnetic strings, bringing
Blue zephyrs to my qi.

Interestingly enough, another term for rhumb line is ‘loxodrome’ and today’s date is a palindrome. The first is a slanting course, while the other is an again course.