XXXI Days Of Poetry (2016 Edition)

XXXI Days of Poetry
(2016 Edition)

Day the 1st - Prelude

Day the 2nd - Upon a slender stalk

Day the 3rd -  Addicted to the Pain

Day the 4th - Dulcis Persica

Day the 5th - More the Fool, I


Day the 7th -  Felis Silversteinis

Day the 8th - Come, gentle Moonlight

Day the 9th - Flowing through the shadows of the night

Day the 10th - If Roses were...

Day the 11th - I remember every broken heart

Day the 12th - Clinging Hope

Day the 13th - Dream Song, asked and answered

Day the 14th - Pain and Misery

Day the 15th - Left, is only the surrender

Day the 16th - Three Limericks about Boobies!

Day the 17th - Jealousy's Realm

Day the 18th - Bread of Life

Day the 19th - "What I Might Have Done"

Day the 20th - The Fox

Day the 21st - Sonnet 1

Day the 22nd - Sixteen Thoughts that came After

Day the 23rd - Scent Memory

Day the 24th - Testament

Day the 25th - Frozen Dessert Bungalow

Day the 26th - Past the Primrose Path

Day the 27th - On Dreams

Day the 28th - Silence Soft and Darkness Tender

Day the 29th - Dreams of a Me that will never be

Day the 30th - Creative Baby Names

Day the 31st - Stopping by Life


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Stopping by Life

XXXI Days of Poetry - Day the Thirty-first


Stopping by Life 

Allow my words to ebb and flow
Within your heart, and then you'll know
The secret music of the spheres
From mountain high to valley low

Cast off your worries and your fears
Be filled with joy amidst the tears
Though night may come and heart may ache
Your journey winds through years and years

The many paths your life can take
Through glory dreamt, and gave mistake
Surrender all your sorrows' rain
And let it ride in passing wake

The larger picture can't explain
Each step is hard and filled with pain
You've much to lose, but more to gain
You've much to lose, but more to gain

XXXI Days of Poetry (2016)

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[ART - 
     Intro: "Destruction of Tyre" by John Martin (1789–1854) 
     Outtro: "Nott" by Peter Nicolai Arbo (1831–1892)]

I was going to title it Stopping by Life on a Frosty Evening, 
but I thought that'd be too on the nose.
Thanks everyone who read the poems, encouraged 
and inspired me, and shared them with others. I'm glad I did this. 

Creative Baby Names

XXXI Days of Poetry - Day the Thirtieth


Creative Baby Names 

You can name your daughter Daisy, Elizabeth or Peggy Sue
Jennifer, Jill or Jessica; any of 'em will do
Pick Lindsey, Lacy, Laura, Lily, Latoya. Leah, Lydia,
Or consider something extra beautiful - go with Chlamydia!

Admittedly, a certain stigma dwells upon the name
Wrapped up in current definition: ahem - "the cootchie flame"
But ignore that for a moment and indulge me if you would
The word Chlamydia is filled with ever so much good. 

Set apart the definition; let your mind go blank
Think not of red spots, painful discharge or that outhouse stank
Dwell upon the morphemes as they roll across your tongue
Say "Chlamydia" thirty-seven times; you'll find it's lots of fun!

The first part: C-L, puts tongue against your teeth
Then comes the vowel sound "uh" - your jaw drops underneath
Lips together form the M, almost as in a kiss
(Much more palatable this way, than thoughts of burning piss)

Another vowel - short I, then we've reached the "dia" end
They sound so great together, I want to say it again:
"Chlamydia! Chlamydia!" Forceful yet demure
The syllables are crisp and clean, the tones are sweet and pure!

I believe - now hear me out - that language is alive
More than convey information - the sounds within us thrive
How words and phrases feel to hear and read and even say
Means just as much as given definitions of the day

This is why Chlamydia is wasted where it is
It shouldn't make us think of shameful acts and hurtful whiz
We can brand the S.T.D. some other awful name
How about PrAGoL - for Private Area Go Lame?

Chlamydia, the word, should not mean this sad affliction
It's simply too mellifluous (that means some purty diction)
We have power to make change; take back the words we want
We shouldn't saddle sonic beauty down there: an affront!

I call upon the moms and dads - the vanguards and the bold
The ones who forge their own paths without needing to be told
Chlamydia's a gorgeous name for any little lass
And if a boy is what you're having I suggest: Sassafras! 

XXXI Days of Poetry (2016)

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[ART - 
     Intro: "Master Baby" by Sir William Quiller Orchardson (1832–1910)  
     Outtro: "Innocence" by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825–1905)]

If she'd used that sheepskin earlier she might not have had Chlamydia