Irregular Ode - Faberge Spider

Sparkly

Shiny-bodied
Scuttling-legged

Too many legs, too many

Crunchy, hard, segmented

Expensive jewels
Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, pearls, opals, topaz, gold and silver and platinum

Creepiness

Idyll Poem - English Countryside

aka - The most boring poem I've written thus far. Nonetheless, here it is!

Beside an old stone cottage
A graceful garden grows
All colors, shapes, and sizes
Bloom and climb row by row

Flowers tumble with English charm
Delicate blooms scent the air
Bluebells, poppies, snapdragons, more
This garden grows with love and care

Sunflowers track the midday sun
Soft tendrils stretch a pretty vine
Night blooming jasmine drapes a wall
At dawn the morning glories shine

Iambic Pentameter - Stovall Saloon

The set began with a twanging banjo
A fiddle joined in with a steel guitar
The dance hall was once a white wooden barn
Many years of wear show on rutted floors
The Missouri Valley Boys had all ears
The floor was filled with multicolored boots
More than a few cowboy hats could be seen
A good time for all at the honky tonk

Horatian Ode - Sista' Friends!

My girl Terica is a true friend.
We're slacker, Honor-girls 'til the end!

Dear Jenn is the most happenin' girl I know,
But to me, she'll always be little Pasuto.

Amae, now that girl is good lookin'!
And let's not forget her pretty good cookin'!

My Cuban Michelle can sure dance and swing,
The only one I know that makes plaintains sing.

Angy's heart was stole by an Englishman.
I'll have to jump the Pond to go see 'em.

My dear Olivia is a perfectionist,
Never leaves home without a detailed list.

Red-headed Mickey, she's dramatic.
When it comes to cards, she's fantastic!

As a group, we are truly blessed,
And let's admit, we're also the best dressed!

(Click on the image above to go to the artist's site on DeviantArt. While you are there, check out my site on DeviantArt!)

Haiku - Pretty Chill

Crystal chilly air
Falling snowflakes everywhere
Icy fingers grip

A cold white blanket
Frozen beautiful tree limbs
Swirls of steamy breath

Ice and snow bringing
The quiet winter hush
Sharply soft whispers

(click image above to visit the artist's site on DeviantArt. And while you're there, check out my site on DeviantArt.)

Commission - Christmas Cookies

Its that special time of year again,
Making cookies for family and friends!

For my mom who is so sweet,
An angel cookie as a treat.

My dad, he likes his food spicy.
For him a ginger cookie with icing.

My sister likes her colors bold.
Her cookie will be red, green, and gold.

My big brother is very brave.
A great big cookie for him I'll save!

Commission!

Apparently I've garnered a little attention. That's kinda exciting!

A dear friend of mine, Vanessa, has asked me to write a short rhyming poem for her elementary Christmas program. Fun! My theme is "Christmas Cookies." I'm workin' on it, hope to have it here soon.

Thanks to the people who are reading this blog! I'm really enjoying myself, being silly and creative. Feedback is appreciated, so feel free to leave a comment.

Peace & Love,
Beth :D

Epithalamium Poem - The Artist & the Musician

Cyber fate
Brought about their first date
Creative passion
Sparked a mutual attraction
Falling fast
It is a love sure to last
His funky style
Makes her heart warmly smile
Her artsy quirks
For him, it truly works
Everyday
Its together, no other way
Meant to be
Its plain to see!

(Just in case you were wondering, that's my hubby and I up there. I love him!)

Epitaph Poem - Poor Steve

Here interred is the dude named Steve,
Who kicked the bucket last Hallow's Eve.
The doctors say it was a heart attack,
But they weren't there to get the facts.
Steve was known for playing guitar,
But that night the band went too far.
That autumn night the air was thick
And the band, their playing was truly sick.
Some claim they know Steve was drunk,
The truth is there was too much funk!

(Steve is a friend of Hubby and I's. He's alive and kicking, so don't worry! Check out his band, Lowdown Fancy.)

Epigram Poem - Shoes!

When on a shopping trip,
I love a good shoe!
Hubby says I have enough.
He is really a fool!

"You have too many!"
He proclaims so loud.
But hidden in his closet,
His shoe stash I've found!

Breaktime - Favorite Poem

Just to break up the monotony, here's one of my favorite poems.

hist whist

little ghostthings

tip-toe

twinkle-toe

little twitchy

witches and tingling

goblins

hob-a-nob hob-a-nob

little hoppy happy

toad in tweeds

tweeds

little itchy mousies

with scuttling

eyes rustle and run and

hidehidehide

whisk

whisk look out for the old woman

with the wart on her nose

what she’ll do to yer

nobody knows

for she knows the devil ooch

the devil ouch

the devil

ach the great

green

dancing

devil

devil

devil

devil

wheeEEE

ee cummings

Elegy Poem - Leonardo

Upon his death bed he said

"I have offended God and Mankind"

Such a silly thought

For such a brilliant man

The man named Da Vinci

How could he think such?

He painted so much mystery

In Mona's mischeivious smile

Dramatic Monologue - FEARS

There are things I fear

That scuttle about in the night.

I see you there, with your eight legs.

There are things I fear

That descend from space to take me away.

I see you there, with your green bulbous eyes.

There are things I fear

That laugh and hide their faces.

I see you there, with your red foam nose.

You're my worst nightmare.

Couplet Poem - PB & J

My puppies are the funniest in the land,

I suppose that's why I'm their #1 fan.

To begin, their names are kinda silly.

One is Peanut Butter, the other Jelly.

At times they bark, yelp, and sing.

Their doggy songs are really something.

They do tricks galore for a treat.

My puppies really are quite sweet.

Classicism Poem - God & Adam

Flowing pictures on the ceiling,

Lines and shapes full of feeling.

The colors glow in the light,

Lit at night by candlelight.

The tales are old, the morals new,

Set there for all to view.

The stories always remain pristine

Upon the ceiling of the Sistine.

Cinquain Poem - Graveyard

(first line is title of poem)

Graveyard
Sleeping dead
Ghosts quietly creeping
Silent shivers, desperate glances
Such love in the leaving

Headstone
Deadly weight
Hushed creatures crawling
Transparent entities, obviously otherworldly
Pale signals in the night

Canzone Poem - Dead Do Walk

A new day dawned,

Few birds were heard.

It became apparent that the dead were alive.

So began the living's fight to survive.

They scrambled to gather supplies.

A general rule seemed to arise.

If you don't have a good gun,

You won't get to have any fun.

The living made plans to escape,

To make it past the dead outside.

They wandered moaning in the street -

Kill every fraggin' zombie you meet!

They struck out with vigor!

They set out with rage!

The living struggled all through the night,

But the dead were just too many to fight.

The living made a valiant effort,

But their lives were cut short.

Satisfied with a kill so fresh,

The dead feasted on the living's flesh.

That day the dead prevailed,

And their war cry was wailed -

"Brrrrraaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnsssssss!"

(I feel this is the weakest one yet. Just doesn't seem to hook..)

Carpe Diem Poem - First Light to Starlight

As the sun rises in the Eastern sky
I pledge to not let the day slip by.

As the air warms at midday
I work to keep worries at bay.

As the evening air cools the night
My tries will be with all my might.

As the stars appear one by one
I know my work was rightly done.

Burlesque Poem - Political Manuering

The elephants are wide and self concerned.
"Less is more!" they trumpet.

The donkeys are stubborn and staunch.
"More is more!" they neigh.

The tea sippers are loud and loud.
"Listen to me!" they yell.

But, no matter what noise you make,
One truth is true for all -

Everyone poops!

Bio Poem - I Am Like

Like Georgia O’Keeffe, I am an artist.

Like Elizabeth Ann Seton, I am a teacher.

Like Neil Gaiman, I am a writer.

Like Leonardo da Vinci, I am a dreamer.

Like Charles Darwin, I am curious.

Like Sherlock Holmes, I am clever.

Like Elphaba Thropp, I am different.

Like I.M. Pei, I am an innovator.

Like Kathe Kollowitz, I am strong.

Like no one else, I am me.