Epicly infinitesimal

Miles and miles away

A feebly cry, barely a whisper

A mighty boom, the impact

Like a thunderous clap.

Teeny, all of eighteen inched

But filled in full, many hearts

All of six pounds weighed,

But weighty was the joy.

Ounces and milliliters,

The measures spoken

But in gargantuan doses,

The love was lapped.

Those hours and days,

In it, held a lifetime

That tiny smile could

Ever outshine the sun.

The pint sized arms wrapped

Around in a tender embrace

Priceless is the love

That engulfs the soul.

Warped

A portrait of someone
A disgrace to human race
I paint with displeasure 
A burden on my space.

Egotistic nincompoop, with
Utter disrespect for others
Sloth like and snacks away,
the dreams of many, he smothers.

A cynic and a skeptic,
disparages and condemns,
Single handedly sets out
to create total mayhem.

A llama is convincing
Brave is a chicken
A sheep has great spine,
To him, you liken.



Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you.
A twist on the prompt ... contrarian prompt

to the ninth

This ninth day of the month
brings continuity in its wake
A feeling of establishment 
while fingers begin to ache
Memories are drudged up
and gone over a rake
Many a words are spewed,
Some just for it own sake
Now moving on to the tenth.


Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.

Alliteration - not repetition

The shush of annoyance
at my repetition of a tale
His defensive justification
and the conflict was veiled.

It was just this, I cried out
It was just that, I said then
Every one of the times though
It was just something again

This frivolous banter irks him
While I dismiss it as human
I decry his frustration, I say
to each, its own, their acumen.




Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word

In tune with nature

The ocean, the vast expanse, the horizon
Amidst my busy days and rolling lists
of things to attain and accomplish
This moment of tranquility exists.

I wait and squint as far as I can,
There's the end, I presume it to be
I readjust the focus and lose it
There's non or so it appears to me.

The shades of blue vary in degrees
Navy blue, cockle shell or blue bell.
Trying to gradate them in half baked ways
But the grays are all, it seems to foretell.

The approaching storm threatens to
roil the calm tones of the blues
Mixed inseparably with brown sand
it takes on some angrier hues.

I stand glued to the majestic fury
portending some times of turmoil
I shall run to seek shelter
But first, its wrath, i shall assoil. 


prompt for Day Five (as always, the prompt is optional). In honor of Mary Oliver’s work, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.

Formulation

I need a brew to mint some money,
I searched high and low, for the recipe

A wise old man, with a silver mane
promised me the trick, if I stayed sane.

He said, they were tried and tested,
And, one that could not be bested. 

So, here goes, for what it is worth. 
Maybe for your own mirth. 

A gallon of hard work added,
With a pinch of smarts padded. 

There's two ounces of polite,
And, a pinch of one's own might. 

Mix it well in the work blender
till the dough id firm, but slender

Puff it well, for success
Then, there you have the access

That is all that goes into the pot,
if boatload of money was what you sought. 

Today, I’d like you to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe!

Savored sustenance

Concocted, a meal

Prepared in great pomp

Traditional menus created

In a jiffy, bowls are filled.

 

The courses are many,

Flavors, loads of them  

Tangy, tart and spicy

Sweet, ripe and mellow.

 

Elaborately served in

The majestic banana leaf

In grace, it is served.

In artful sequencing

 

For each, a place and

Rightfully so. The flavor

Smacking deliciousness

Of gastronomic chow

 

Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net

A flowery tale in heirlooms

Inspiration list: http://www.rareseeds.com/store/flowers/ http://www.rareseeds.com/store/flowers/

 

 

The Canterbury bells ring

every day at four o' clock

when the lassie panting

in a baby’s breath

fox gloved and in cotton

run across being

love in a mist, awaiting

the lads, prim in their

bachelor’s button, for the

kiss-me-over-the-garden

the customary rite of love

in the morning glory

of the day after

black eyed Susan vine

remained a wallflower

in the Chinese houses

while the bells of Ireland

rang in the cosmos.

 

 

Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net

Luminary

 

 

You can do no wrong

In my books, at least

In a pedestal I place

You, the highest among

 

Flawless, in demeanor

The flawed are others

Not a speck of dust

In your spotless life

 

It is just a game

They all seem to say

At the top echelons

You always stay

 

Stoic and solid, you

Barge ahead in grace

Accepting defeat in

Same breath as victory

 

Lasting, your legacy

Shall remain. A spot

In the world’s history

At the very lonely top.

 

Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net

 

Chip of the block

A little bit of both

I am, I have heard

My father stands tall

My mother in gird

 

Of the same mold

And chip of the block

I seem to be of my

Parents, in chock

 

What I shall become

Shall feature me

The launch pad is

Solid, as it can be

 

The lessons are from them

Theirs, the values imbibed

Gently propping me up

While victories to me ascribed

Prompt Courtesy: NaPoWriMo,net

The beginning

Launching my pursuit

Poetic
With zeal and passion