Poetry Month - Day 9: Scintillating

Today's word, Scintillating, came from my writer-friend, Beth Stilborn - thanks Beth!  It's funny - this poem went in a direction I didn't anticipate - I LOVE when that happens.  I hope I don't get in trouble for it! * 

Scintillating

Way back in the day, when I was still dating,

I met a great guy who was scintillating.

He also was cute.  He was funny and smart,

but had a bad habit, he always would _____.

He’d _____ after breakfast.  He’d _____ after lunch.
And right after dinner, he’d _____ a  whole bunch.
But out at the movies, the stores or at parties,
He'd use self control and release little _____ ies.

He could make babies cry. He could make flowers wilt.

He’d float up in air if he wore a thick kilt.  

Our friends?  They all shunned us.  It sure wasn't fun.

And even the skunks would all turn tail and run.

I bet that you’re wondering, where is this fellow?

Did they get married?  And, did this guy “mellow”?

Oh, yes, we’ve been married for 29 years.

I just wear a clothes pin until the _____ clears!

*Any resemblance to my husband is purely coincidental!

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Poetry Month - Day 8: Spastic

This intro is going to be short and sweet because it's 9:00 and I'm just writing today's poem. My friend, Juli gave me the word Spastic (an awkward, clumsy or eccentric person) - something I have firsthand experience with. So here it is . . .

Spastic

I always wear elastic

and all my knives are plastic

since I'm a little spastic

and don't want to get hurt.

I'm often times bombastic

the tales I tell, fantastic

my measures can be drastic

and I've been known to blurt.

At work I am scholastic

at home I'm quite sarcastic

when writing, I'm gymnastic

yet, sometimes I'm inert.

I could be more dynastic

behave ecclesiastic

perhaps a bit monastic

well, maybe I'll convert.

(but my Jewish mother wouldn't like it!)

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Poetry Month - Day 7: Funambulist

Today's word, suggested by rhymer extraordinaire, Penny Klostermann, has me feeling a bit off balance. It's "Funambulist" and it was a tough one. I don't think I'd be able to write a good poem, not matter how much time I'd have, so I'm biting the bullet and posting it now. Please be kind :-)

Funambulist

“Get down from there!  I must insist!

You’re not a real funambulist!”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve got good balance.

Watch me walk across this valance!”

“Careful, dear, you’ll crack your head!

You’ll have to spend a month in bed!”

“Oh, no I won’t.  I never fall.

Hey, look - I’ll balance on a ball!”

“My nerves are wracked.  I’m getting mad.

That’s it!  I’m gonna call your dad!”

“I’m guessing Dad won’t do a thing.

He’s Rick Wallenda - Tightrope King!”

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Poetry Month - Day 6: Katzenjammer

There's an amazing young man named Erik, who is totally immersed in the kidlit community.   He has a blog called This Kid Reviews Books, where he - you guessed it - reviews books!  In addition to that, he guest posts on other blogs, is a regular commenter and participates in writing contests (and sometimes wins)!  You can learn more about Erik and read his book reviews on his blog!  

Anyway, Erik gave me the word for today - Katzenjammer!  He gave me the definition: "A feeling of uneasiness, worry or nervousness".  I looked in the dictionary and found another definition: "uproar; clamor", and decided to use that instead.  So, here's the poem I wrote using Katzenjammer.  Thanks for the great suggestion, Erik!

Katzenjammer

“Order!  Order!” the judge banged his hammer

to quiet the chaos - a real katzenjammer!

The verdict was in.  They had set the girl free.

The crowd moaned and groaned,  “Tell us, how could that be?”

“We all know she did it.”  “It’s simply not fair!”

“She ate all the porridge!”  “She broke the tot’s chair!”

“She slept in their beds without having permission.”

“She fled from the house - it’s as good as admission!”

“The jury was wrong!”  “ They have heads filled with rocks!”

“The verdict’s just right!” said the girl with gold locks.

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Poetry Month - Day 5: Penultimate

Here's my poem using Joanna Marple's (don't you love her name?) word, Penultimate.  I used the definition: "next to last".  Be sure to read the story below the poem - it's a fun one and will explain the poem.

Penultimate

My sister, Mindy, was supposed to be,

the penultimate child, when Julie made three.

But, unknown to everyone, there was one more

Yes, I surprised all of them. I'm number four!

Here's the backstory: 

When my mother was pregnant with my twin sister, Julie and I, she didn't know we were twins.  They didn't have ultrasounds back in the day - we were lucky they had running water and electricity :-)  Anyway, my mother's water broke 6 weeks early and the doctor thought the cord might be wrapped around the baby's neck so they did an emergency c-section.  After Julie was born, the doctor started to stich up my mother, when he said, "Oh my gosh, there's another one in there!"  Enter #4!  So, Julie ended up being the penultimate child instead of Mindy.  Cool story, isn't it?

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