I think I've written this poem before
so correct me if I'm wrong,
the one about the quaint cafe;
a lover's tryst amidst the throng
or should I say a mob it was
of eavesdropping ears
trying to hear three words
that could melt away the years
of relationships cheating
the signs don't always behave
one double-crosses the other
breaks promises they gave
and all at once commitment
jettisons from the heart,
all because two lusty souls
were uncommitted from the start.
Does this sound familiar?
I'm sure I've said these words
in perhaps another voice,
a common theme not unheard.
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (behave, jettison, mob)
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Backwards Story
A path of golden bricks did not appear
nor did their love survive each passing year
like irksome weeds grave complications grew
outside the rain an omen with “I do.”
One Friday night a t-shirt contest wet
when through the crowds their eyes imploring met
her aspirations as a wife to be
while a wild cougar on the prowl was he.
Two clashing hearts can’t force a jointed climb
not once upon a lonely wayward time.
@laurie kolp
Poetic inspirations: Poetic Asides PAD Challenge- _____ Story, With Real Toads Open Link Monday
nor did their love survive each passing year
like irksome weeds grave complications grew
outside the rain an omen with “I do.”
One Friday night a t-shirt contest wet
when through the crowds their eyes imploring met
her aspirations as a wife to be
while a wild cougar on the prowl was he.
Two clashing hearts can’t force a jointed climb
not once upon a lonely wayward time.
@laurie kolp
Poetic inspirations: Poetic Asides PAD Challenge- _____ Story, With Real Toads Open Link Monday
Sunday, November 27, 2011
A Christmas Story to Share with Children
At Christmas, Christians celebrate the birth of our savior Jesus Christ. It is a festive season of joy and merriment typically associated with the image of Santa Claus bearing gifts for all.
What if there was a real connection between Jesus and Santa?
Mary's Son by Darryl Nyznyk does just that. It's as if God has sent Santa to do His will today like He sent Jesus to do the same so long ago. It is the delightful tale of two confused children - one a rich spoiled brat, the other a poor gang leader - and how they learn to love selflessly after Santa Claus takes them back to the first Christmas to witness the birth of Jesus. They discover God's encompassing love and return forever changed.
Mary's Son is an inspirational story reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas. I can see why it has received three Gold awards as Mom's Choice Awards: Inspirational/Motivational book. I can't wait to read it to my children this holiday season.
Signs of Life
a ruddy imprint on the bricked underpass
one tobacco-tainted sofa, sans cushions
deemed passe haute couture for some
while others spring on the posh decor
@laurie kolp
Picture inspiration: Magpie Tales
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving
God’s love
Radiates when
Attitudes of gratitude
Take over all thoughts
Instantly replacing
Tense nonsense;
Underlying worries
Disappear and
Eternal peace reigns
@laurie kolp
Read more poems on gratitude at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads' A Word with Laurie
Radiates when
Attitudes of gratitude
Take over all thoughts
Instantly replacing
Tense nonsense;
Underlying worries
Disappear and
Eternal peace reigns
@laurie kolp
Read more poems on gratitude at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads' A Word with Laurie
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Gratitude A-Z
A- Apples, although Pete would disagree. You'll have to ask him why.
B- Boys. My boys are the best.
C- CARDINALS, of course. And caramel, coffee, chocolate...
D- Dogs. My dogs, Jake and Snowy, or as I sometimes call them Joey and Snake.
E- Exercise, even though I don't do it much. I've already exercised for a lifetime.
F- Family and friends. They're the same.
G- Girls, giggly girls... especially my wonderful daughter.
H- Husband. How did I get such a good one?
I- Inspiration. What inspires you?
J- Justin Bieber (just joking)
K- Kids; they see everything with unbiased innocence, and live in the moment.
L- LOVE always. Love is GOD.
M- Music, music, more music.
N- Nephews and nieces. You know who you are.
O- Oak trees, cloud dreams, summer days and moonbeams.
P- Poetry, of course.
Q- Quip; Keep It Simple, Stupid
R- Relaxation on a sandy beach.
S- Sunshine; it makes me smile.
T- Treading water.
U- Utopia. I wish!
V- Vegetables, but not Brussels Sprouts!
W- Windows and wishes
X- Xmas, although I prefer Christmas.
Y- Yellow; I love the color, plus I couldn't come up with anything else.
Z- Zoos, especially zebras. Black on white or white on black? Who cares? Remember love!
B- Boys. My boys are the best.
C- CARDINALS, of course. And caramel, coffee, chocolate...
D- Dogs. My dogs, Jake and Snowy, or as I sometimes call them Joey and Snake.
E- Exercise, even though I don't do it much. I've already exercised for a lifetime.
F- Family and friends. They're the same.
G- Girls, giggly girls... especially my wonderful daughter.
H- Husband. How did I get such a good one?
I- Inspiration. What inspires you?
J- Justin Bieber (just joking)
K- Kids; they see everything with unbiased innocence, and live in the moment.
L- LOVE always. Love is GOD.
M- Music, music, more music.
N- Nephews and nieces. You know who you are.
O- Oak trees, cloud dreams, summer days and moonbeams.
P- Poetry, of course.
Q- Quip; Keep It Simple, Stupid
R- Relaxation on a sandy beach.
S- Sunshine; it makes me smile.
T- Treading water.
U- Utopia. I wish!
V- Vegetables, but not Brussels Sprouts!
W- Windows and wishes
X- Xmas, although I prefer Christmas.
Y- Yellow; I love the color, plus I couldn't come up with anything else.
Z- Zoos, especially zebras. Black on white or white on black? Who cares? Remember love!
Scandalous Supposition
Misery lies within the hollow depths of nothingness
a spiraling void wrought through shallow minds
obsessing on circumstantial myths
situations miffed
(what-if next year my lover leaps from a cliff?)
leading to complete hysteria
in a bottomless pit
while the present moment flies away
a dove in search of inner peace.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (hollow, misery, shallow)
a spiraling void wrought through shallow minds
obsessing on circumstantial myths
situations miffed
(what-if next year my lover leaps from a cliff?)
leading to complete hysteria
in a bottomless pit
while the present moment flies away
a dove in search of inner peace.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (hollow, misery, shallow)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
He's the Best (Strophe form)
From the Ukraine or Korea to Cajun Country
he takes on their accents unconsciously;
my husband globally communicates.
His coworkers and friends delight in the fun
to hear him speak in native tongue
like a movie star, he punctuates.
Once on a Polish ship, speaking like they do
a Coon-Ass called on the phone, too.
He ping-ponged back and forth in hot debate
from one slang to the other with such ease
others begged for tips from their knees
while he said, “Hurry up we can’t be late,
my family needs me now, let’s go.
They’re number one on priority’s row.”
Yes, one of many reasons why my husband is just great.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: With Real Toads (Strophe form) & PAD
he takes on their accents unconsciously;
my husband globally communicates.
His coworkers and friends delight in the fun
to hear him speak in native tongue
like a movie star, he punctuates.
Once on a Polish ship, speaking like they do
a Coon-Ass called on the phone, too.
He ping-ponged back and forth in hot debate
from one slang to the other with such ease
others begged for tips from their knees
while he said, “Hurry up we can’t be late,
my family needs me now, let’s go.
They’re number one on priority’s row.”
Yes, one of many reasons why my husband is just great.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: With Real Toads (Strophe form) & PAD
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Fleeting Moments (Puente form)
a planet in the night sky
a spark in crackling fires
an ice cube clinking crystal
a whiff of sweets the nose acquires
~pay attention to the little things ~
a stranger trapped in silence
an adult drowned in alcohol
a mindless one oblivious
a smolder brewing in the hall
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: The Sunday Whirl (diamond, mindless, spark, fires, ice, smolder, oblivious, sky, silence, planet, trapped, drowned, fleeting)
*Click here to learn more about the Puente form
a spark in crackling fires
an ice cube clinking crystal
a whiff of sweets the nose acquires
~pay attention to the little things ~
a stranger trapped in silence
an adult drowned in alcohol
a mindless one oblivious
a smolder brewing in the hall
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: The Sunday Whirl (diamond, mindless, spark, fires, ice, smolder, oblivious, sky, silence, planet, trapped, drowned, fleeting)
*Click here to learn more about the Puente form
Friday, November 18, 2011
Leaving the Pit
I used to think that I
Was but a bothersome fly,
And perhaps less important
Than a crack in cement.
That what I said didn't matter,
So why mouth it?
That if I left I'd be forgotten,
So why visit?
I felt guilty with each gift or praise
Each accolade my doubt did raise.
Could it be that I
Was nothing more than shy?
Perhaps a little fearful
Of your discriminating eye?
Today I'm still working on it
Thanks to you I'm leaving the pit.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poets United Thursday Think Tank
Was but a bothersome fly,
And perhaps less important
Than a crack in cement.
That what I said didn't matter,
So why mouth it?
That if I left I'd be forgotten,
So why visit?
I felt guilty with each gift or praise
Each accolade my doubt did raise.
Could it be that I
Was nothing more than shy?
Perhaps a little fearful
Of your discriminating eye?
Today I'm still working on it
Thanks to you I'm leaving the pit.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poets United Thursday Think Tank
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Wednesday Words
A Circle of Love
A rainbow of hands
multi-sized, clasped
like a jeweled necklace
grasped, together as one
in an impetus circle of love,
a vindication to God's testament
of inner peace and acceptance
utter tolerance and truth;
solace from above.
***
Once Upon a Prayer
a false accusation
of indecent exposure--
(when everyone relieves
themselves on the roadside,
so why should it matter
at the Boy Scout camp out?)
the impetus to prayer
for complete vindication
which after awhile worked,
and as a full moon
on a clear, starry night
spread solace within
(mooned ya!)
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (impetus, solace, vindication), Poetic Asides PAD (Once upon a _____)
A rainbow of hands
multi-sized, clasped
like a jeweled necklace
grasped, together as one
in an impetus circle of love,
a vindication to God's testament
of inner peace and acceptance
utter tolerance and truth;
solace from above.
***
Once Upon a Prayer
a false accusation
of indecent exposure--
(when everyone relieves
themselves on the roadside,
so why should it matter
at the Boy Scout camp out?)
the impetus to prayer
for complete vindication
which after awhile worked,
and as a full moon
on a clear, starry night
spread solace within
(mooned ya!)
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (impetus, solace, vindication), Poetic Asides PAD (Once upon a _____)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Falling Leaves
Whew. After fearing for days that I was indeed succumbing to the falling leaves within my mind swirling piles of scattered memories, I can now bag those piles of rubbish thoughts and move on with my life. You see, last weekend we went out to eat and when Pete realized he had forgotten his wallet, he asked me for my debit card. I was in the middle of a serious conversation with my mother when he said, "What's your password?"
All of the sudden my mind became as blank as a winter tree. My password? I thought about it for a minute and tried to recall the pattern I so effortlessly typed into keypads too many times a day; but I could not remember those five digits.
I covered up the blank I drew. "Uh, can't you see I'm in the middle of something? Can you just charge it?"
The fear of rejection kept my debit card pocketed for the next day. If I punched in the wrong ID number, I might get accused of stealing my own card! I over-thought about what the PIN could be with no luck whatsoever, while at the same time scheming like an identity thief; if I try it there, they'll confiscate my card and handcuff me, but if I try it here I might be able to get away with it.
I tried to use it when I filled up with gas, but it was incorrect. What was I going to do? Go into the bank and tell them I'm losing my mind?
Yesterday I'd had enough. I psyched myself up and when the time came to give my debit card a try, I swiped it, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I then let my fingers do the typing. Guess what? I got it right!
Sometimes I think my fingers know more than I do. After all, they are the ones who take off writing and leave me running behind falling face first in the crunchy leaves.
All of the sudden my mind became as blank as a winter tree. My password? I thought about it for a minute and tried to recall the pattern I so effortlessly typed into keypads too many times a day; but I could not remember those five digits.
I covered up the blank I drew. "Uh, can't you see I'm in the middle of something? Can you just charge it?"
The fear of rejection kept my debit card pocketed for the next day. If I punched in the wrong ID number, I might get accused of stealing my own card! I over-thought about what the PIN could be with no luck whatsoever, while at the same time scheming like an identity thief; if I try it there, they'll confiscate my card and handcuff me, but if I try it here I might be able to get away with it.
I tried to use it when I filled up with gas, but it was incorrect. What was I going to do? Go into the bank and tell them I'm losing my mind?
Yesterday I'd had enough. I psyched myself up and when the time came to give my debit card a try, I swiped it, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I then let my fingers do the typing. Guess what? I got it right!
Sometimes I think my fingers know more than I do. After all, they are the ones who take off writing and leave me running behind falling face first in the crunchy leaves.
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