Monday, April 11, 2016

Poetry Month, Day 11 - Haggard

Today's word, HAGGARD, was given to me by my writer friend, Julie Rowan-Zoch on April 4th and Merle Haggard passed away two days later!  Kind of eerie!!  So, I took a departure from my funny, lighthearted poems to write a short tribute to Merle Haggard.  In all honestly, I'm not really a country fan, so I'm only familiar with a couple of his songs. One I really like is Sing Me Back Home!  




Sing Me Back Home

On April 6th, Merle Haggard
left this earthly world.
For years he sang and swaggered;
his melodies unfurled.

He entertained the nation
as he sang his famous tunes.
and caused a big sensation
with his twangy country croons.


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Sunday, April 10, 2016

Poetry Month, Day 10 - Birthday

I doubt anyone noticed but I didn't post a poem yesterday.  I thought BIRTHDAY was going to be an easy word but it gave me more trouble than I expected! I just wasn't feeling it yesterday and the several attempts I made were just not working.  So, I gave myself permission to skip yesterday and I wrote the poem today. It's still not the best (sorry Nancy), but it's better than anything I wrote yesterday.  So, I'm posting it and moving on!  



Birthdays
It’s funny how a birthday can be different at each age
They hit you in the worst way or bring joy – it’s hard to gauge.

Up until about age ten, you get no satisfaction.
You always look around the bend and and state your age in fractions.

The teenage years bring privileges and freedom from your parents.
You count the days with images of no more overbearance.

Your birthdays in your 20’s seem to all involve a party -
with food and drinks aplenty – in your 20’s you’re still hardy!

Your 30’s through your 50’s you just celebrate the tens.
Another decade’s nifty and you hang out with your friends.

In your 60’s and your 70’s your life starts changing gears
Your birthdays are redundancies – it’s just another year.

Then, after that, when birthdays near, they give you more elation.
You’ve made it through another year – it’s cause for celebration!

No matter what your age is, there is one thing that is true.
When you turn another page, you like a day that’s just for you!




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Friday, April 8, 2016

Poetry Month, Day 8 - Expeditious

Today's word, EXPEDITIOUS, was given to me by a fellow rhymer, Debbie Vidovich. Debbie and I met through RhPiBoMo and she attended the Rhyming Picture Book (RPB) Revolution Conference last December in NYC, where I presented.  After sitting through my session, Debbie knows I am anything but expeditious (although, when I was young, my mom did tell me I was short and sweet)!

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Expeditious

I tend to be long-winded; I will blather on for days!
I mean, I just keep going ‘til your eyes begin to glaze!

Today, I have decided not to be so repetitious.
I'm making this my final line – I’m being expeditious!



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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Poetry Month, Day 7 - Sweetie-Poo

Well I've made it through my first week of National Poetry Month!  Today's word, SWEETIE-POO, was given to me by my writer friend ~ and new great-grandma ~ Louann Brown.  I think she had her new great-grandbaby on her mind when she thought of today's word!  Louann's word made me think of my own babies, thus the poem below.  



My Sweetie-Poo

You’re my little sweetie-poo; my bouncing baby boy!
Mommy wuvs you – yes I do.  You bring me so much joy!

I love you more than words can say.  You’ll always be my baby.
Sadly there will come the day that you will leave me . . . maybe!

“Snap out of it!” my son implored. “You’re in some sort of trance.
It’s time to hit the dance floor for our groom and mother dance!



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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Poetry Month, Day 6 - Paradox

Today's word, PARADOX, was given to me by my Facebook friend, Donna Rossman.  I researched some paradoxes and found one about a crocodile that I thought would be fun to write about.  I've explained it below the poem.  I took a little creative liberty - I hope I've done it justice!

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Pair of crocs 

I offer you this paradox
It's all about this pair of crocs . . .

While one day walking in the wild,
two crocs snatched up a little child.

The first croc said, “We’ve got your daughter;
grabbed her up, from in the water.”

“Give her back!” her father called.
“My baby girl!” her mother bawled.

“So, here’s the deal, now listen well.
We’ll give her back if you can tell

the plan we have in mind for her.
Now, go ahead, discuss – confer.

And if you guess our plan correctly,
We swear to follow through, directly.

~~~~~~

Well, there you have it – think it through.
Just what’s a croc supposed to do?



The Crocodile Paradox - Explained
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A crocodile snatches a young boy from a riverbank. His mother pleads with the crocodile to return him, to which the crocodile replies that he will only return the boy safely if the mother can guess correctly whether or not he will indeed return the boy. There is no problem if the mother guesses that the crocodile will return him—if she is right, he is returned; if she is wrong, the crocodile keeps him. If she answers that the crocodile will not return him, however, we end up with a paradox: if she is right and the crocodile never intended to return her child, then the crocodile has to return him, but in doing so breaks his word and contradicts the mother’s answer. On the other hand, if she is wrong and the crocodile actually did intend to return the boy, the crocodile must then keep him even though he intended not to, thereby also breaking his word.

The Crocodile Paradox is such an ancient and enduring logic problem that in the Middle Ages the word "crocodilite" came to be used to refer to any similarly brain-twisting dilemma where you admit something that is later used against you, while "crocodility" is an equally ancient word for captious or fallacious reasoning




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