Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 13 – How Eclipses Came to Be

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How Eclipses Came to Be

Once upon a breeze-swept eve
the sun confided to the moon,
“I think we should collide!” Then
Moon relied, “I’m listening…” all the
while heartbeat a-twitter, feeling
quite undone. “I’m weary of day,”
Sun moaned, “the flowers, trees,
birds, humans, bees are fickle
souls who rush to shade, it’s quite
bizarre, when i am bright, preferring
night, even the stars glisten, when
you’re around, they swoon!”
“I think,” said Moon, who rose
full-faced for this occasion, reasoning
with a tidal dose of powerful persuasion,
“it’s just a rest you need, meet me at high
eclipse, new moon, you’ll see, the world
will stop to gaze at you, there’s nothing
that you need to do, just shine your
brightest, be yourself, just be, I’ll do what
I do best, trust me old sun, you’ll see.”
And so it was, and so it is how moon
stepped in to save the day, the sun
forgot his weary ways. The earth stood
still, moon flipped the switch. Now seasons
flow without a hitch, night dawns to day, days dusk to night, all because moon
set things a-right, crisis averted, now all is well.
We saw it with our own two eyes and lived to tell.

~kat

I’m afraid I ran out of time and daylight yesterday and found myself nodding late-night unable to conjure a single thought, but sleep…need sleep. But undaunted I rose this morning up to the task, to meet Day 13’s challenge and pen a proper, on task poem. Sleeping on it was just what I needed!

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 13 Challenge: Our optional prompt for the day asks you to play with rhyme. Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words. They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three more should be concrete nouns of whatever character you choose (i.e., “bridge,” “sun,” “airplane,” “cat”), and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your ten words. (If you’re having trouble coming up with rhymes, the wonderful Rhymezone is at your service). Use your expanded word-bank, with rhymes, as the seeds for your poem. Your effort doesn’t actually have to rhyme in the sense of having each line end with a rhymed word, but try to use as much soundplay in your poem as possible.

Wordbank

• Breeze trees

• light quite

• bitter twitter

• heartbeat meet

• flowers hours

• Sun undone

• Moon Swoon

• Stars bizarre

• collide confided

• Listen glisten


NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 4 – Lemmings

Does this fellow’s face looking disturbingly familiar? ,,, nah! SMH! 🤣
The Suicide Marches of Lemmings

every four years or so, or eight
lemmings emerge and fall in line
entranced, though certain death awaits
undeterred, they lose their minds

resistant to all reasoning
when truth is plain, as plain as day
pressing on, it’s frightening
to watch them sell their souls this way

and as each one succumbs to lies
their numbers dwindle as they go
over the edge, shutting their eyes
and ears to what onlookers know

how tragic is the lemmings’ fate
as if they never had a choice
deceived, thinking things could be great
they drank the koolaid, lost their voice

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 4 Challenge: write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. Perhaps you will be inspired by the “The Self-Perpetuating Sponge” or “The World’s Biggest Sneeze.” Or maybe the quirky descriptions of luminous plants, monstrous bears, or the language of ravens will give you inspiration.

My inspiration:

The Suicide Marches of Lemmings


messenger

messenger

a flash of crimson caught my eye
it was a cardinal pearched nearby
though I tried my best to deny
that there was more to this, I
secretly hoped it was you saying hi

~kat

Slightly off form with rhyme and a few line run overs, but the cardinal and I had a moment so…

Gogyohka

Five rules of Gogyohka by Enta Kusakabe (1983).

• Gogyohka is a new form of short poem that is based on the ancient Japanese Tanka and Kodai kayo.

• Gogyohka has five lines, but exceptionally may have four or six.

• Each line of Gogyohka consists of one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath.

• Gogyohka has no restraint on numbers of words or syllables.

• The theme of Gogyohka is unrestricted.


My Love, The Sea

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My Love, The Sea

A love like hers is rare and true
When first we met, I was a youth
She moves me every time she speaks
her voice is strong; her thoughts are deep

And when she holds me in her arms
I’m overcome by all her charms
I love her kisses salty sweet
In waves she sweeps me off my feet

Teeming with life, ebbing, flowing
Her swelling, swirling, tempest showing
She takes my shallow breath away
Sink or swim with her I’ll stay

She calls to us from terra’s brink
You may just know my love I think
And even heard her siren song
From over horizon’s edge…beyond

~kat

This is take two for the Day 10 challenge for NaPoWriMo 2023. I had finally completed a proper chantey of several verses and lovely rhymes, and when I tried to copy it, I forgot I was not on my laptop and with one click found myself staring at a “C” …poem gone forever! I hate when that happens. At any rate, I’m tired and it’s been a long stressful day. But I do love the sea. It’s been too long since I dipped my toes in the ocean. I miss her. Sometimes when the winds are strong whipping through the tree leaves it sounds like the ocean crashing into the shore. I close my eyes, imagine the sea, and console myself in those moments.


fish stick Jesus … thoughts and prayers

Fred Whan’s Fish Stick Jesus
David Howlett’s Naan Jesus
Toby Elles’ Frying Pan Jesus
Fish Stick Jesus

He was sighted on a fish stick,
on a pancake and grilled cheese,
Some say it was a miracle
so the faithful flocked to see.

They found him in his glory
on a toasted slice of naan
he gazed from ripe banana peels
and from unrinsed fry pans.

I know you won’t believe it
but they saw him in the clouds
as if coming for his chosen
from amongst the gathering crowds.

Ever watchful for their savior
leaving no stained rock unturned
the hopeful ever seeking
eager for his grand return.

So He came to them in person
wide-eyed, lost, without a home
in the hopes that they would know him
welcome him in, as their own.

But they ne’er saw him coming
turned away and closed their ears
for he looked too much like “others”
that the righteous ones all feared.

“We’ve just enough, we’ve none to spare,
don’t bother us,” they said,
and hovered round their idols
of his images instead.

When end of days for each one came
they waited at the gate
to give account of their life’s deeds
and learn about their fate.

“We saw you everywhere,” they said,
“and gave you proper due…
enshrined your image high and low
we stayed forever true!”

To their surprise the Master then
did shake his head and say,
“I only came to see you once
‘twas then you turned away.”

~kat

NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 7: a list poem. For today…after being buried in expense reports, power point presentations, spreadsheets, for about 12 hours straight, my brain is a bit fried. But never fear, I found this gem in my archive, written almost a decade ago. It fits the list requirement rather well, I think. Tomorrow, if the fates are kind, I’ll prepare a fresh baked poem. Until then, Peace and Love my lovelies! 😉