Monday, April 28, 2014

We have a winner here


We have a winner

Race day came fast.  Our horse was in good shape
We had fed, groomed, and trained him for this day
A special day it was, the owners' race
My lady at one-o-eight was his ride

He paid 190 for the ten we spent
Six owners proud that day--just one would win
I bet him, "It's a Hoot", five-to-thirteen
The Lady coaxed, Hoot honored his training

He won by a nose, 203 dollars
Pocketful and a bottle of champagne

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I am linked today with the Real Toads, Open Monday

We are on the road and probably won't return comments for a while.  Sorry.
But please do comment if you feel like it, I will read them for sure.

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Wednesday, April 09, 2014

April's Love

April's Love 
It was the best of months, the worst of  months
married young, so good it's hard to describe
tender and sweet, closely entwined, young love

Young marriages may not last, seasons change
bitterness and sorrow, brokenhearted 
storms throw down their nests, the flowers die

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Today I am  linked to the Real Toads, Words Count with Momma Zen
 (My word count is forty-six)
"In his masterpiece The Waste Land, poet T.S. Eliot 
describes April as the cruelest month," Mom Zee asked,
"Give me the best and worst of April, then render a verdict . . . in 66 words or less."

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Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Where I was born

Early home

The old house was home to me 
Seventeen years there I lived 
First breath I took, fresh farm air 
Reading lights there we had none
No one was afraid of dark,
except for one little boy
My trip at night outhouse bound
Little sis was my escort
We had hope for the flashlight
Four room house, sis needed one  
The front porch became my room
For sister I didn't mind
Corn cob stove, later fuel oil
Kerosene lamps, then came juice
Outhouse filled up, bathroom came
Raccoons and snakes made their home
Elm trees growing in my porch
And then it was razed and burned
A hundred plus, house had lived
Perfect place a boy to grow
Little sister, Mom and Dad 
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Today I am  linked with Helen at the Real Toads, All About Abodes
A rundown of the old home place, here

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Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Words Count? -- A double inverse Venetian sonnet


Ya hear, eons past,
two nuns, a priest, a gopher,
died, went to Heaven
Met St. Peter at the gate
Eighty-plus, four April Fools
Haha, folks, that's all.
Got their Obama Care. Now
deadline came and went
Double inverse Venetian
sonnet--nonesuch, April Fools!
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Today my double tanka is linked with Mama Zen at the Real Toads Word Count

Mom Zee's command:
- "Today, I would like you to write a double inverse Venetian sonnet using the traditional hexatonic goatameter. Your piece must include two nuns, a priest, a gopher, and a space / time paradox.  Please address either universal health care or twerking in the volta . . . in 37 words or less.
- April Fools!"

- I did pretty well even with the joke.  My 'Word Count:' 1 (title), 24 (verse one), 20 (second verse) (thats less than 37 per tanka so it was fudged a bit for a total of 45 words)

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