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“ignorance is bliss”


“ignorance is bliss”

you should be happy
because ignorance is bliss
instead, you’re just mean

~kat


Glo/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 7 Prompt: write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.

stop and smell the roses

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“stop and smell the roses”

stop trying to please
and take some time for you to
smell spring’s sweetness in
the moments after the rain
roses misted, dressed in red

~kat

NaPoWriMo2022 -Day 6 Prompt: write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.

To challenge myself even more, this poem was created using Original Magnetic Poetry online in the format of a Tanka 😊

true story

true story

I had just logged out of my work computer,
sat down to watch a bit of mindless TV
while my dog’s tilapia baked in the oven.
Okay, yes I cook for my dogs.
Vet’s orders…though…
well that’s another story
it’s for my sweet Winston
who refuses to go out in the rain
to do his business without his raincoat
Winnie, who has a special blankie and
needs to be tucked in at night

anyhoo… where was I?

just finished work
got two trays of tilapia into the oven
fed the cats (don’t think i mentioned
that or the cats)
got Winston dressed in his raincoat so he could take a wee
plopped down on the recliner sofa in the den
turned on a movie
then THIS popped up on the big screen…
what follows next 
is the conversation i had
with some AI
beaming in via satellite
from a galaxy
far, far away
no doubt
just sayin’

been a rough week
only Tuesday, you say?
rough week
Wha’? Hall-low!

Something’s not quite right.
You’re telling me…wait!? How did you know?

Your receiver has not been reset in a while.
Well that would explain a few things. It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?
What with pandemics, government coups
(attempted, alleged, your everyday tour group gone amuck in DC),
inflation, wars, mass shootings, crazy people, two presidents
(well, one just thinks he’s still the president…and people believe him!)
mean, really nasty, hateful people,
I must say I don’t miss being out there
I don’t miss the office, the gossip,
the backbiting, the hour-long commute
i thought i was doing fine,
adjusting to isola…i mean solitude
but maybe it’s affected me
just a bit more

than i realized

To prevent your system from becoming unstable…
Hey! No need to get personal bud!

…and to ensure you have the latest programming and software updates….
great hook! i’m listening…
let me guess
three easy payments of $9.95,
free shipping and double this offer

so i can share it with…

…your receiver will be reset in 45 seconds.
Ha…wish it was that easy. You’re right. Something’s not quite right…

Most resets take less than 5 minutes.



well, i just spent 45 seconds in
a conversation with my television
i’m not sure 5 minutes is gonna cut it

think i’m gonna go unplug

the microwave
just in case


~kat 🤪

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 5 Prompt: write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.

I had fun with this one. Don’t know if it’s a poem…or on topic, but i had fun! 😊

How to write the perfect poem…a tutorial..

How to write the perfect poem…a tutorial.. 

1-This particular ritual is best practiced late evening, an hour or two before bed.

2-First, you must find the leather-bound journal with thick rough-edge, no-line pages that you bought at the mall bookstore on black Friday as a holiday gift to yourself.

2-Rip the cellophane off gently, and fan the pages so you can feel the slightest puff on your face. Close your eyes while savoring the woody aroma of each leaf from cover to cover. Run your fingers along the smooth outer sheath releasing wafts of warm leather.

3-Now fetch your fountain pen with blue peacock resin piston and fine gold nib from the bottom of last year’s purse. You know the one, on the shelf in the walk-in closet, next to the guest towels.

3-Run warm water over chamber to tip letting the ink bleed through your fingers; watch it swirl ‘round the drain of your white porcelain sink.

4-Unpack a fresh cartridge of serenity blue ink and load it into the barrel, popping it into nib unit.

5-Ready-set-not so fast! You need to set the mood…candlelight - one or two candles, three even better.

6-Set the diffuser to continuous flow. Add a drop or two of your favorite essential oil.

7- Make yourself a cup of jasmine tea with honey, and settle into your writing spot.

8–Write the date on the upper right corner of the first page or your journal.

9-and wait…

10-and wait…

11-Give your poem at least an hour to percolate.

12-If it is dawdling, curse the Muse, blow out the candles one by one, turn off the diffuser, place your writing instrument diagonally across your notebook, lock the outer doors and settle into bed.

13-When, at 3 am, the witching hour, you are roused from a deep slumber, words spinning, bouncing off the sides of your skull…before your brain turns to mush. grab your smart phone and tap the words onto the screen. This is your poem.

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2022- Day 4 Prompt: write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. What a fun little exercise this was! 

enough

Peace for Ukraine
enough

it is too horrible to bear
the evil rained on innocents
by megalomaniacs bent
on spreading terror everywhere
women and children, they don’t care
the world sees with open eyes
the fire falling from the skies
the cities leveled, sirens sound
while families huddle underground
this is how democracy dies

close your eyes and ears
act like everything’s okay…
enough! i cannot

~kat

Napowrimo 2022 Day Three - Off Topic. I just couldn’t bring myself to lift entire stanzas of work from another poet. I know what it’s like to bleed for those words and lines that fit together just so. I gave it a go, spent hours perusing anonymous’ poems and public domain listings…but my initial feeling was the same. It is unlike blackout poetry where one lifts a random word here and there to create something new. And so here is a late entry for the third day, on a matter that tears at my heart, as it must for many of you. Peace to you…oh let there be peace.

The poetry forms i’m using here are the Décima and Haibun.