Birthday Word Doodles

It was my friend’s birthday the day before Valentine’s day.

We were challenged to write birthday songs for her.

Here were some I came up with:

roses are read
sandwiches are hammy
happy birthday to you
miss Tammy

Roses are red
Said the cranky old possum
All I know is
Tammy is awesome

back to the drawing board
the words are not coming
there are only so many
things that rhyme with running

tammy is my friend
the end ♥

roses are red
violets are blue
I don’t want diamonds
just give me running shoes

roses are red
violets are blue
bring back the storylady
because the library fucking sucks without her.

violets are blue
red is a rose
who’s the one
who snorts coffee out her nose?

books are read
by our tammy
all that running
gives you a nice fanny

roses have thorns
violets are stupid
valentine’s day is over
you’re a pain in the ass, cupid.

roses are crimson
violets are violet
probably this poem
will end up in the toilet

the cadence is off
the rhyming is shoddy
here’s another
to go in the potty.

It’s possible I veered off topic.

 

this is one i wish i made up:

roses are red
violets are blue
rhyming is hard
bacon

 

Six Word Friday: Captive

I am captivated by your words

Slowly drawn in by your lines

by the careful crafting of sentences

and beautifully glimmering hand-turned phrases.

I am mesmerized by your story

hooked on every well baited line

reeled in, powerless against your pull

caught, ensnared, trapped by your metaphor

and furthermore, similarly, by your simile

at the end I am yours

gasping for air on the shore

dying, and still only wanting more

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Six Word Fridays: Fun (August)

Summer fun-

on the run.

quieting.

time at home

having flown,

alighting.

gaze turns in

from summer’s

bright’ning

the faint call

first fall

sighting.

not just yet

never fret

delighting

warm and bright-

cooler nights

exciting

a gentler speed

fewer needs

enticing

old time feeling

childhood dealings

reminding

catching of breath

time then,

writing

 

 

A poem

Roses are red

Violets are blue

A lot of people like poems that rhyme.

♥

Six Word Friday: Hold

We hold each other’s hearts tenderly

to shelter us against undo weathering

cupped gently against the bitter wind

hold my heart, call me friend

nestled carefully with softness and feathering

no key needed, we’re flocked together

buffering each other against the elements

forming covalent bonds with simple elegance

offering stabilizing support; energy to lend

carefully tending to our shared experiment

 more than chemistry, in the end

science plus love= a friendship blend

Six word Fridays: Return

I wish that you could return.

These crumbs left behind? No feast.

For the entire cake, I yearn.

My finger’s burned……

…….The lessons learned.

I wish that you could return.

Six Word Friday: Sound

Sounds

crash, boom, whack,

thump, bang, giggle

whoop, laugh, smack,

clunk, stomp, whistle

whoosh, clang, clack

hush, swish, wiggle

pop, snap, crack

sniff, clap, sizzle

squish, slurp, slap,

gurgle, slip, tickle

yell, zip, zap

zing, swing, swizzle

slide, glide, tap

ting, tang, fizzle…..

Six Word Friday: Pace

It’s the first day of Fall

Not much changes today, at all.

The children already fill the halls.

The incremental ratcheting down of pace

from high summer to deep winter

Is already a half run race.

The temperature’s cooler, dark comes earlier.

The wind’s more “bracing”, animals furrier.

But still, today is about balance.

Day and night in equal measure.

Yin and Yang at nature’s leisure.

A chance to pause, take stock, reflect.

Let the fall season’s quietness set.

Take the turn from outward action

of newborn spring and teenaged summer

to the gathering and tending faction

of fall’s nurturing and maturing mother.

Storing food and building cozy nests

in prudent readiness and busy preparation

For the darker colder month’s rest

and relaxation, or more aptly: hibernation.

This Autumn Equinox take a moment

to center yourself, take a breath.

Breathe in. Believe you are potent.

Breathe out. Release all the rest.

 

No more, No less

This day is just a day like any other

even though a year ago I lost my mother.

It doesn’t hurt more today than it did yesterday

Nor, I imagine, will it hurt any less tomorrow.

Marking off days on some tally stick

Doesn’t really do the trick.

It doesn’t ease my sorrow.

It’s been a year.

We’ve made it through.

Survived each and every day of it without you.

Some of them really weren’t that bad

Many were  the worst and hardest we’ve ever had.

I mark this anniversary wearily.

I’m tired of the heartbreak and the heartache; tired of you being gone, really.

I take this moment to acknowledge how far I’ve come

in muddling through this healing process thing.

To acknowledge that I still have miles to go.

One thing I know for sure

is that this one year pales in comparison to our 34.

♥

“If you get there before I do

Don’t give up on me.

I’ll meet when my chores are through

I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

 

I’ll see you again by Westlife (YouTube)

Love Me by Collin Raye (YouTube)

Six Word Friday: Connect

Words connect us,

they often do

transmitting my thoughts from me to you.

hands connect us,

linking us together

fingers and palms snuggled up forever

bodies connect us,

these intimate relations

binding us closer through physical sensations

hearts connect us,

channeling our emotion

providing a buoy in life’s ocean

love connects us

nothing else needed.

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