DECEMBER 2018 -- Christmas Songs Re-envisioned

In a recent newsletter, author Ann Whitford Paul suggested rewriting familiar Christmas songs as a poetry exercise. Since I loved doing something similar when I created my Halloween Nursery Rhymes, I thought I'd give Ann's idea a try.

Children, We Have Heard Their Calls    (Angels We Have Heard On High)

 

Children, we have heard their calls,

Loudly screamed throughout the malls:

Give me this and I want that.

What’s up with these spoiled brats?

      

Coal . . . for them all,

In their Christmas stockings.

Coal . . . for them all,

In their Christmas stockings.

 

 

                                                                                       

We Three Elves

(We Three Kings)

We three elves from Santa’s workshop,

Bringing gifts to kids ‘til we drop.

Dolls, bikes, diggers, action figures,

Following Santa’s list.

O, where is Santa, can you guess?

The big guy’s on extended rest.

Sprained his backside, nixed the sleigh ride . . .

Thank the stars we have that list.

 

 

NOVEMBER 2018 -- A November Acrostic

Now that autumn’s taken over,

Outside the weather turns uncertain and

Venturing out is a guessing game.

Even so, don’t miss those places turned

Magical in their seasonal glory.

Brushed with hues from an earthy palette, they

Embrace this time of inevitable endings, and

 Reign supreme until snow flies.

 

 

OCTOBER 2018 -- HALLOWEEN NURSERY RHYMES

Nursery rhymes for Halloween?
Why not?
Look at that goose-riding character.
She is carrying a broom and wearing a pointy hat.


 

Once an irksome little ghost

Came tap, tap, tap.

So I cried, “Little ghost,

Must you ruin my nap?”

Then I opened up the window

To chase the pest away,

But he let out a dreadful wail

And sailed in to stay.

Ghosties, goblins, howl and wail,

Catch a black cat by the tail

If it vanishes from view

It might be best if you did too.

AUGUST 2018 -- Star Party Haiku

At our house, August means it's time for a star gazing trip to the Ochoco National Forest in Central Oregon. Along with us were 500 plus other amateur astronomers camped out on a sagebrush studded meadow, hoping for moderate temperatures during the days and clear, dark skies at night. While we did get a couple of days that met those criteria, what we got the rest of the week were hot days and about 30 degrees of horizon lost to smoke from all the forest fires in Southern Oregon and Northern California. Not ideal viewing circumstances. However, it did prompt the following haiku rambles:

Heat fries stony ground

We sit, listless 'til darkness

Brings relief and stars

 

 

Ochoco heat wave

Leaves star hounds daylight zombies

Baying for star rise

 

 

Smoke rings the meadow

Obscuring constellations

Dulling nighttime views

 

 

 

Despite the smoke, we did see some nice displays from the Perseus Meteor Shower. If we were looking in just the right direction at just the right time, that is. 

 

 

Panning the night sky

Waiting while those shooting streaks

Appear behind me

 

 

 

Yes, not the greatest year for star gazing in the Ochoco, but we star gazers are optimists.

 

 

Night skies were a bust

Too much smoke veiled good viewing

Can't wait for next year

 

July 2018 -- High School Reunion

My 45th High School Reunion is this month. I thought that called for a little commemoration and celebration haiku style.   

 

(1)

High school is spent in

Competition—reunions

In contemplation

(2) 

Our faces have changed

Our bodies acquired some wear

But school ties endure

(3) 

It’s been many years

But the memories remain

And friendships hold true

(4) 

Soft clink of glasses

While thoughts in this moment dwell

On friends gone before

 

 

June 2018 -- I've Taped My Sister to the Wall

 

I’VE TAPED MY SISTER TO THE WALL

 

I’ve taped my sister to the wall,

But I’m not being cruel.

My mom told me to watch her

While she helps our Aunt Jewel.

 

You see, my sister is a whiz

At defeating gates and locks.

She once escaped her playpen

With a slingshot made of socks.

 

Last month she used some baby oil

To grease two window bars.

Then shimmied down the drain pipe

And was headed for the car.

 

I probably shouldn’t mention

Her breakout in the park

It involved three other toddlers—

All four were found by dark.

 

Yes, it’s a sticky situation.

I’m really not a meanie.

But if I run out of duct tape . . .

There goes Kid Houdini.

 Wondering what on earth inspired this little ditty? Take a look here: Taped to Wall Prompt