Black Friday*

charred turkey
leftovers

*I'm reposting this poem from last year because I liked it so much and I don't have any leftovers this year...enjoy!

Enjoy the Poetry Goodness at Carol's Corner.

 

Curfew

the exact moment
the fun begins
without me

Without You...

...I am a sock without a shoe.
...I am a cow without her moo.
...I am a detective without a clue.
...I am a stamp without the glue.
...I am a To-Do list without a thing to do.
...I am a full bladder without a loo.
...I am a pigeon without its coo.
...I am a church without a pew.
...I am a ghost without its boo.
...I am the early morning grass without its dew.
...I am not my best me without you.

Dedicated to those of us who are missing someone today.

Luckily you don't have to miss out on the Poetry Friday goodness...just head over to Miss Rumphius Effect.

Overdog*

                                                                                    

Smidgey, our overachieving dog!

overjoyed                                    

overexcited
overwhelming

*as opposed to an underdog

Never Fear, the Poetry Friday Round Up Is Here!!!

Today is my LUCKY day! This is my first time hosting Poetry Friday. Yay!
(Not sure what Poetry Friday is? Renée at No Water River gives a great explanation here.)

I am at once excited (welcome to my blog, I dusted the joint just for you),
nervous (what if my blog smells or worse, my poetry stinks?),
and down right terrified (what if the link-thingy doesn't work?).

Now that you are here, I will put my fears aside and do my best to be a fearless hostess.

But first a poem about...fear.

 FEAR (the other 4-letter F-word)

spilled salt
open umbrella
black cat passing
unlucky fella

broken mirror
under a ladder
Friday the 13th
nothing sadder

except for fear
ruling your life
superstitions
only cause strife

Fun fact: paraskevidekatriaphobia means fear of Friday the 13th. Who knew?

Never fear, the round up HERE:

Sesame Street Day!

                                                                  

Count taught me my numbers,
with Big Bird I learned to share.
Telly taught me about triangles,
I love porridge because of Baby Bear.

From Bert's unibrow
to Ernie's orange skin,
time spent on Sesame Street
feels like time spent with kin.

photo credit: Big Bird via photopin (license)

Turbine Rhyme

propeller blades                                                  

Wind farm along California freeway.

go round and round
air cartwheels
stuck in the ground

whirligigs twirl
in desert heat
turn, rotate, spin
repeat,
            repeat,
                          repeat

Join the Round Up at Write. Sketch. Repeat.

Rabbit Robber

twitch nose
furry toes
stealthy bunny hops                                                       

Creative Commons

alert ears
disappear
along with my crops