Sea shells by the sea Haiku
Sea shells in the sand
A sea gull flying
Squawking in the sun
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Take the Stairs- Poem 11th- Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid
Mount the stairs one by one or
Tackle many, if it can
Be done.
Change perspective
Change the view
Change your beliefs and
What defines you.
One step forward,
One step back and
Still moving forward.
That’s a fact!
The half way point or finish line is here, depending on the length of your marathon. So congratulations half marathoners, you are almost there!
This prompt is to write about a world with alternative rules. To help inspire this prompt I have included one of my favorite poems by Jeffery McDaniels “The Quiet World”.
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.—The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel
Verse 1:
I have a cat, I call him Bob
He is a miserable sod
And his diet’s very strange
He eats my hair
Yes, it is very strange indeed
Because when it is time to feed
Then on my shoulder he’ll be perched
To eat my hair
Chorus:
He eats my eyes
He eats my nose
He eats my fingers and my toes
But above and most of all
He eats my hair
He eats my arms
He eats my teeth
He eats my nipples and my feet
But above and most of all
He eats my hair
Verse 2:
And he will never hunt the rat
Although it’s nice and big and fat
But I don’t think it gives a damn
Because it’s stuffed
Maybe he’s not even a cat
He’s eating too much hair for that
I kind of think he’s just a stupid ball of fluff
Chorus repeat
Verse 3:
I feel him climbing on my back
Just like a Candiru attack
He’s leaning in and sniffs around
Then eats my hair
I never know where he is at
Just like a normal fucking cat
But when I least expect it, then
He eats my hair
He eats my hair
He eats my hair
It has started
But I wont let it win
Oh time
This time you will loose…
Reflections of life
gardens of flowers
dandelions and buttercups
mayflowers and clover
Sunrises light the day
and sunsets prepare for rest
coloring the sky in pastels.
(Carl Michael Bellman, 1740-1795. This is based on his style of writing.)
Till min Katarina, teatraliska diva
Till dig min vackraste dikt jag vill skriva
För ditt rödaste hårsvall och klänning så blå
Och ögonen dina så underbart fina
De lyser som sol när på scenen du stå
I staden jag ser dig, och efter dig vandrar
Det skönaste som nånsin i Stockholm mått gå
För dig jag har känslor, och endast för dig,
Och besvärligt jag har det att tygla mig
Så ljuva Katarina, min längtan, min lilja
Sök dig till mig och uppfyll min vilja
Du vet ej vem jag är men jag tror du förstår
Att jag är runtomkring dig och vet vart du bor
Så min Katarina, min vackra gudinna
Om du vill ha mig så står jag att finna
På Kungsholmsbrogatan mitt i Stockholms stad
I huset som bär upp en mörkgrå fasad
Jag väntar dig lystet, båd natt, kväll och dag
Ej att någon har åtrått dig så starkt som jag
Så min Katarina, du älskade mö
Ge mig dig hjärta så ej någon må dö.
Shining Light
Acast a light
To penetrate one’s soul
Igniting love deep within
Shining Light
Guiding Light
Showing the path
As it unfolds
Shining Light on a
Wandering road never ending,
learning and experiencing
the bountiful fruit
that life provides
Shining Light
Healing Light
Bring forth compassion
To heal one’s lonely heart
Shining Light
Shine the unconditional love
Let is shine brightly from within
To cast the Shining Light on
All mankind