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Miss Violet

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Violet took quickly to her namesake.
Childhood imp and very active child,
she continually sang, half-shouted

I’m a one-eyed, one-horned,
flyin’ purple people eater
zooming round the house.

Cape billowing behind her,
gramma’s purple organza apron
pilfered for special effects.

Decades later, Miss Violet,
now the town’s eccentric spinster,
specialized in all things purple.

Her garden, replete with verbena,
bearded iris, campanula,
and sweetly scented lilac bushes.

Regular church goer she was.
Doused in lavender eau de cologne,
her scent preceded her down the aisle.

Her orchid shaped brooch
sparkled with amethyst gem stones
upon her heliotrope cloche hat.

She hugged parishioners and priest alike
saying her goodbyes.
Shedding from her feather boa
gifting them all a bit of her purple.


Written for NaPoWriMo day 21. Today we’re to explore a color in a poem. Image from Bing Create.

In a Peanuts World

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In Lucy’s words:
Snoopy’s on a stamp?
What is wrong with philatelists?
Are they all dog lovers?
Do they all have beagles?
I’ll bet they all have
at least one girl in their family!
A mother, a sister, an aunt.
When you look at it that way,
they probably have more!
I’m smart.
I give sound advice for five cents a pop.
I’m confident and strong.
You’ll be calling me
Madame President some day!
So WAKE UP!
It’s Lucy for the WIN!!!

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Written for day 15 at NaPoWriMo where we’re directed to a site that includes postage stamps from many countries and asked to pick one and write about it. Not one of my better poems…..but for day 15, it’ll have to suffice.

A Silly Tale

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Mr. and Mrs. Tabby Cat
sat down to have a very long chat.
They’d just returned from quite a sail
that really produced quite a tale.

They bravely decided to set afloat
in what they thought was a sturdy boat.
They left at night under a harvest moon
only to be met by a horrific typhoon.

The seas roiled and got very rough,
they soon decided they’d had enough.
Now back home, they sat in a puddle
whiskers rattled, feelings a muddle.

Boots came off, dropped with a plop.
“What can we do so our spirits don’t flop?”
“I’ll bake a pie,” said Mrs. Cat. “We’ll savor its scent
then eat, until we’re quite content.”

Tummies full, their dreams so sweet
and now this prompt is finally complete!

Image created in Bing Create.

This was quite a prompt for day 13 at NaPoWriMo! Yes, April is National Poetry Writing Month and the challenge is to write a poem every day.

Today’s involved prompt: create a word list that includes 5 words related to the senses, two concrete nouns, and two verbs. Then come up with a rhyming word for each of those 7 words! See my list below. And then, of course, write a poem using all those words, trying to include the rhyme in the poem! It’s what I call a sudoku prompt!

5 sense words chosen with they rhyming word
sweet : complete         for taste
scent : content             something you smell
rough : enough           for touch
plop : flop                   a sound you can hear
puddle : muddle         something you can see

Two concrete nouns and their rhyming words
cat : chat
moon: typhoon

Two verbs and their rhyming word
sail : tale
float : boat

What’s the Real Story Behind that Image?

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Sporting a Gibson girl hairstyle,
always the first to beguile.
She artfully arched her eyebrows,
never intended for marriage vows.

Expelled from finishing school
because she’d broken many a rule.
Back at home with daddy dear,
all his money was temptingly near.

She arose very early that particular day,
absolutely not allowing any kind of delay.
Murder weighed heavily on her crafty mind,
the perfect crime, she’d cleverly designed.

Poison added to daddy’s cornflakes,
doused all over his yummy pancakes.
And wouldn’t you know, one glorious week later
she was named the estate’s sole curator.

Grinning, she thought, no need for a suitor,
and there’s no one that would possibly suit her.
Now she’s contentedly ensconced, happily rich,
fully independent and a liberated bitch.

Written for Day 10 of NaPoWriMo. Also using at OLN Thursday at dVerse.

I had so much fun with this one! 

The challenge today was to “write a poem based on one of the curious headlines, cartoons, and other journalistic tidbits featured at Yesterday’s Print, where old new stays amusing, curious, and sometimes downright confusing.” The image above is from The Buffalo Times, New York, June 12, 1910. I think it might be an ad for breakfast cereal?