A Fatherless Figure: Day 20 – National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14

“I’m Sorry that I wasn’t a good Dad.”
My father ~ one I hardly did know.
“I’m Sorry that I made your Mom mad.”
Faded Polaroids ~ a handsome beau.

“I’m Sorry my checkered life was plaid.”
A life filled with extreme highs and lows.
“I’m Sorry my namesake makes you sad.”
Your face I never saw it aglow.

“I’m Sorry nightmares of me you’ve had.”
The day you died no tears did flow.
“I’m Sorry I wasn’t a good Dad.”
The father I have, his genes I sow.

A fatherless figure, I’m glad I didn’t need.
The father I have, is Rich with love indeed.

Day 20: NaPoWriMo Prompt: A Poem In A Family Member’s Voice

Striped Engina’s Angina: Day 19- National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14

I’m black and yellow or sometimes white
I move real slow, through crevices tight.
Though I’m peaceful, I’m a carnivore
But when I’m hungry, on snails I bite.

I don’t speak much, I can be a bore
Sand and rock, make up my Ocean’s floor.
At night my angina, is the worst
When I’ll die, I’ll end up on your shore.

You’ll pick me up, my shell is your first
A great life I lived, but now I’m cursed.
In your pocket, I rest with wet sand
Funny your pocket, is now my hearse.

But when we get home, I’m in your hand
My shell now cleaned, no longer I’m damned.
My life as a shell, it will be grand
Better than being, a snail that’s canned.

Photo source

Day 19: NaPoWriMo Prompt – Sea Shell Silly Sonnets

High Tea: Day 18 – National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14

I’m holding Grandma’s cup of tea
bone china, gold rimmed flowery.
I close my eyes and touch my chest
rubbing my chin, grey hairs stubbly.

To teach me honor, was her quest
my time spent with her, I was blest.
She loved her tea, spiced of Darjeeling.
Hours – in me – she did invest.

Soft words spoken, never snarling
never heard her once quarreling.
Only a smile on her face
as ’twas true, I was her darling.

Some say time heals, but can’t replace
Grandma’s splendor of high tea graced.
Nor the touch of her warm embrace
Nor her touch of the warm embrace.

Day 18: NaPoWriMo Prompt: A Persian Ruba’i Poem

Death Becomes Her: Day 17 – National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14

Tombstone TPP
I have seen Death.
She came in all different ways
Natural deaths and suicides
Accidentals and homicides.
She eventually turned to grey.

I have heard Death.
She grasped a straw for one last breath
Her death rattle ~ one lost battle
Many funeral homilies.
She sung a quiet lullaby.

I have smelled Death.
She had a musk of rotten eggs
The noxious stink of gassed bloaters
She was a fowl-like floater.
Charcoal fired ~ undesired.

I have touched Death.
She had blowflies that were hatching
Maggots crawling ~ nibbling on flesh
Dermis slipped off translucent skin.
With my hands, pieces I picked up.

I’ve tasted Death.
A smorgasbord of grey knowledge
She was a welcomed buffet feast
Since I have cared for the deceased.
One day someone will care for me.

Day 17: NaPoWriMoPrompt: The Five Senses

“What Are You?…Ten Lies” – Day 16: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14

I’m sixteen years old that’s “totes magotes” old!
I’m short and stout and I never do pout.
I’m not a guy and I’m rather quite shy.
I’m a Belieber, not eating beaver.
I’m bad with money and not that funny.
I’m no Tweeter, but a Walmart greeter.
I’m not your friend and I’ll never pretend.
I’m a bad Poet, sadly that knows it.
I’m all alone, with just me and my poems.
I’m a thief and The Product Poet’s grief.

Day 16: NaPoWriMo Prompt: Ten Lies

Terra Firma: Day 15 – National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo14


My tongue does suck
nibbles her ear
licked lips of duck.

Thinking thoughts clear
My hands caress
Holding her dear.

Love to profess
Hearts to shatter
A broken mess.

Picking up the pieces one day at a time.

Day 15: NaPoWriMo Prompt: A Terza Rima

Minnesota Twins Ticket Giveaway Winner: @TeamRachel3


So I had a lot of fun with my Minnesota Twins ticket giveaway today. I had some really great #TwinsHaiku and I “met” some really great new Minnesota friends.

The winner of the four tickets was Rachel, who goes by the Twitter handle @TeamRachel3. She told a funny story of how she was trying to convince her husband that it’s supposed to be really, really cold tonight and that if he was really, really sure he wanted to go to the game.

Rachel was a great sport and even sang the Twins song as she walked in to my local Caribou Coffee.


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