Taking it Slow

Three days a week,
a gradual conditioning
to get in shape
the right way.

Week one-
walk six minutes,
 jog one
repeat five times.

Week two-
walk five minutes,
jog two
repeat five times.

And so on…
until week eight’s goal
of jogging thirty minutes
nonstop. Alleluia!

Versus my usual-
walk awhile and get bored
start jogging, reach the high
endurance still remains
by week three, it’s three miles
nonstop, but with pain.

A stress on weak ankles,
Achilles tendons scream and shout
a twist and turn, my muscles pout
not my breath, but my body
getting older, resisting wear
and tear from running; but I
love it still the same.

Will I be able to adhere
to this strict regimen,
a gradual progression
in comparison
to my impatient obsession
of reaching five miles
in two weeks
like I did when I
was younger?

With my daughter
by my side,
I'd say
probably.

(I'll keep you posted).

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Prompt inspirations:
NaPoWriMo- A walk
PA- Comparison

Hunting Medals

We staked our claim in the parking lot
A yellow school bus with hormonal kids
Waiting to embark on chances sought
In formulas and scientific grids

Hunting for a placement in the state
Competing computations set in time
Against the brightest whizzes, fate
Depending on the nature of the crime

How hard the tests would be that day
How stiff the competition ‘tween their peers
“Get Smart” a squinting scope amid the splay
Strategic fundamentals based in fear

All these needless worries as the pupils sat
Calmly playing games, waiting for their turn
Nervousness a passing-thought caveat
Rewarded efforts solved, experiences earned

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Poetic Asides, Day 9- Hunter/hunted
NaPoWriMo- Mystery

Galactic Explosion

You said the moon
didn’t taste of cheese,
instead, a dip of Cool Whip
on your tongue, a tease

sliding down your throat
like a sweet milk shake
lighting up your insides,
a firecracker quake.

I said I wanted some
but I only got the sun,
a bitter tangy shock
that made me come undone

and when it all ended
the earth exploded from afar,
I knew at once we were complete
making love, a shining star.

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Poetic Asides PAD, Day 2- A bright poem/ dark poem
NaPoWriMo- A lie

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*Here is my Day 2 Remix poem*

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I'll Never Forget

I remember your exuberance
Exuberance, exuberance
I remember your smile
Your smile, smile
I remember your zest for life
Z-e-s-t- Go Life!
I remember your undying support
UNdying
I remember your last day
The last day
I remember
Yes, I re-mem-ber
You

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Day 30 NaPoWriMo- 3 I remember’s
PA- A fade away poem

Two More for Day 29

Richard Simmons

from obese to SLIMmins

an energizer bunny

on steroids who’s funny.

NaPoWriMo- Clerihew

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Thoughts During Sunday Mass

He said he’d rather sleep in church
than go back to bed
and now he’s carrying up the wine

while my other son examines
his pinky finger
which is crooked like mine.

My daughter sits close to her daddy
who she favors
except for that thick wavy hair.

It’s colder than Antarctica
in this place
but love's radiance fills the air.


PA- Take a line from another poem, mine was it's colder than Antarctica.

A Skyward Day

Birds’ morning songs
fill our world with buoyancy~

a splash of sun’s
vibrant colors on high

sizzling bacon
crispy in my mouth

a morning kiss and hug
a swoosh outdoors.

Allow joy to lift today
skyward, a vow of amity.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: NaPoWriMo, Day 24 - A Lipogram (refrain from using the letter E)

NaPoWriMo, Day 23

Photo by L. Kolp

When the path narrows

and loneliness prevails

reach for one another

like branches of trees
young and old

across nature's
trail, join hands
in fellowship

and pray.

@laurie kolp

The Covenant

The sun's rays, like arms
reaching out to you,
sprinkles diamonds
on the water's clear blue

sky, the stars that shine
on a cloudless night-
a twinkle in your eyes
and I know I'll be alright.
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©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration- NaPoWriMo, Day 16

Something Mysterious

A feeling you get
that something’s not right,
an instinct, a hunch
when out of sight

but not out of mind
like things from the past
swept under the rugs
stuffed in closets, last

year she discovered
a cousin three times removed
had wrestled a fox
at the zoo, ain’t that rude?

And hillbilly grandma,
what a scandalous thing,
running off with thief
when he gave her a ring.

Shh! Please don’t tell
the last one’s a bitch
no, a bastard, I think-
which one is witch?

Yes, this feeling you get
about family history
an instinct, a hunch
this secretive mystery.

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©laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:
PA- Something ____
Poetry Jam- Mystery
Day 12- NaPoWriMo

The Pendulum

The tree, a vessel-
a way to escape
through the forest
of life, and you
rode it with fervor
like a valiant knight
on horseback, whipping
through the blurry leaves
as branches scratched
your face, but you
never looked back.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Poetic Asides, Day 10 Tree/ Forest

NaPoWriMo, Day 10

Candyland Forest

A path lined with eggs led me today
Through a golden forest of children at play

Pastels the footsteps, the bunny hops
The PEEPS, the jellybeans, the caramel pops

All pleasing sweet treats, giggles and fun
This Candyland forest with a Popsicle sun

High on sugar, coming down with a spin
Because our Savior saved us from sin

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: NaPoWriMo- Day 8

Permanent Tears

I’m sitting against the wall
half-way listening
to someone drone on and on
like Charlie Brown’s teacher
wah-WAH-wah-WAH

and it’s colder than Antarctica
in this hellish room of gray
so much it seems
my brain is frozen.
I cover my ears with my hair
scan the room so my eyes won’t stick
like moist lips to ice cubes

and in the corner sits a teen
so miserable and lost
it’s written all over
his dazed-out face
two teardrops
inked beneath his left eye
his sadness, disillusionment permanent
lost in a world where he knows not his place
his eyes meet mine

and I offer him a warm smile of hope. I hope.


©laurie kolp


Prompt inspiration:
Poetic Asides (PA) Day 7- "write a poem describing a scene in which two or more people interact without speaking"

NaPoWriMo, Day 7- Color

A Haiku for NaPoWriMo, Day 6

a toddler

in the candy aisle jumping

the Easter Bunny

~or~

in the candy aisle
a toddler jumps for joy
the Easter Bunny


©laurie kolp


~~Which one do you like better?~~

 Prompt inspiration: NaPoWriMo- Animal

Before Technology

Can you imagine life without round-the-clock TV?

No-
March Madness
Golden Globes
RE-AL-i-ty (crap)
Or lIve probes

No-
MTV
CNN
HBO
ESPN

Now visualize sports sans the net, fans lacking RPIs.

No-
instant replays
beer ads
baseball trade-offs
betting Dads

No-
missed games
FANtasy
couch potatoes
obesity

Have we progressed or digressed with this technology?

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:
PA- Something before your time
NaPoWriMo- Opening Day (sports)

The 100% Boy Blues

Watching Dolphin Tale while he's home from school sick

My son’s best lookin’ eight-year-old in town
Lord, my son’s best lookin’ eight-year-old in town
And he still looks good when he’s feelin’ down

Oh, he’s a sheep; my son’s a sheep like me
Oh, he’s a sheep; my son’s a sheep like me
We were born the same, creative and dreamy

A drive of passion steers him through the day
Yes, a drive of passion steers him through the day
And when his mind’s made up ain’t nothin’ make him sway

My son, he’s every bit a boy
Oh, my son, he’s every bit a boy
A HUN-derd-per-cent-boy, my son’s a joy

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:
NaPoWriMo- Blues song
PA- 100% ____



Are You Sorry?

Please forgive me if I sound a bit
brash, but I do believe your choice is quite
rash. I mean, who but you would marry a witch
a pernicious stickler for cursing, a b-
Itch, did you say? An iTCH? You just want to
marry? Then pick me, I’m the one you should
carry over the threshold into your life
but instead you chose a crone as your wife;
are you sorry?

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: NAPOWRIMO- A wedding poem
PA- Apologetic &/or Unapologetic

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I'm so pleased to be featured on Cara Holman's Prose Posies: Poet Showcase

Don't Come Looking for Respect

Rhetorical is the question - may you
Enter? - Why of course. Not. You’re
Standing at the front door like a
Pompous ass- has it been that long?
Even the neighbor’s dogs remember how
Callous you are. What? No respect?
Truth is, you’ll never earn it from me.

©laurie kolp

NAPOWRIMO (day 2)- #1 song @ your b-day: RESPECT by Aretha Franklin
PA- Visitor

Linked to IGWRT- Open link Monday

Day 27

Prompts:

3WW- foolish, mercy, relish
NaPoWriMo- least favorite words (nincompoop, louse, twerp)
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Mr. Nincompoop

As a child, momma always told him,
“Don’t be foolish in life’s decisions,
practice mercy, and relish each day.”

By the time he turned thirty,
he was labeled Mr. Nincompoop,
an unforgiving louse, and bilious twerp.

Why didn’t he listen to his momma?

@laurie kolp
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Sevenling poetic form

Day 26

NaPoWriMo: Spam poem

Please Delete All Shoppy Bag Emails From Me!

Oh, Shoppy Bag,
you are a drag.
Leave me alone
Facebook clone.
Beware my friends:
email it sends
is not from me--
delete them please!

@laurie kolp

Day 22

PA prompt- Only one in the world

Jesus

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Joy

Everlasting love

Solace, serenity

Undying

Spirit

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@laurie kolp

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NaPoWriMo prompt- Double dactyl poem

Eleanor Roosevelt: For the people, not above them

Higgledy, piggledy
Eleanor Roosevelt
National prodigy
Stubborn as well;

Objecting to debutantes’
Idiosyncrasies
Coming out socially;
Cup of tea hell.

@laurie kolp