December 6

Morning Ritual

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After waking up

Before you head for coffee

While I still slumber

You walk around the bed and

Touch my foot, my heart is thrilled

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As I tip toe by

Letting the darkness stay dark

I gather my clothes

Letting my love sleep her sleep

Until the spoon makes her wake.

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My alarm goes off

Gather my clothes then head down

My shuffle is slow

The clang of the spoon wakes her

With her I start the new day

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Eyes closed but aware

You are starting your long day

Before it begins

You lovingly touch my foot

Then creak down to make coffee

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(A Somonka Poem)

Two versions:

1st = me then he

2nd = he then me

December 5

The Nation that Destroys its Soil Destroys Itself

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The root of life is beneath our feet

Nation building from pebbles and rocks

That form humanity’s foundation

Destroys illusion that we’re complete

Its bits of dust are the building blocks

Soil equalizes expectations

Destroys notions of superiority

Itself leveling all authority

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

December 4

Honk if you Exist

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Honk honk geese fly in a vee southbound

If you stop and think it is profound

You gather family and friends around

Exist to trek wholly weatherbound

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

December 3

I Brake for Interesting Cloud Formations

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I am fascinated by the sky

Brake ferns May also preoccupy

For all of Nature is intriguing

Interesting until fatiguing

Clouds and stars testing imagination

Formations -Constellations – Salvation

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

December 2

Who Would Jesus Execute?

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Who designed capital punishment?

Would you acknowledge our ignorance?

Jesus knows enough are innocent

Execute mankind’s indifference.

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • May or may not be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

November 26

Sunday Sounds

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The game is on in the background

The woodstove clicks warming the home

Soft padding as the kitty roams

Dominoes clatter marking next round

Loved ones chatter, glasses clinking

A great Sunday to my thinking.

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(A Spanish Sestet or Sextilla)

November 25

Sunday Games

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Playing games on Sunday afternoon

No one will win anytime soon

Twelve more rounds of this game to play

Keeping our dots incognito

Until our turn at dominoes

Family chatter causing delay

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(A Spanish Sestet or Sextilla)

November 23

Winterizing

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So clever are these furry squirrels

Tails twitch, swirl, gathering food

So rude, around branches they twirl

Hurling leaves, nuts from altitude

Barking with attitude, spunky

Chunky things, feeder invaders

Compost raiders, birdseed junkies

Charm school flunkies, hawk evaders.

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(A Wreathed Octave)

November 22

Burnt Sienna

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A new box of crayons waxy points undented

Deep in my mind the fragrance is cemented

It’s wasn’t until I saw a bald cypress tree in fall

That I had any idea what burnt sienna was at all

Detours out of thick black lines once lamented

In reality my vocabulary augmented

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My world is colored by crayolas pigmented

Names partnered with hues gave me the wherewithal

To precisely describe my world big and small

Into my memory these colors are cemented.

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(A Sonnetina Quatro)