Tinker Posted October 15, 2019 Author Share Posted October 15, 2019 Write a love poem.LeavesIn our Spring we were young sprouts,tender and almost translucentdancing the waltz in the wind from our loft. Over time we transitioned into summer,strong, solid, vibrant, taking in the sunlight, providing shady protection for our family.Eventually autumn arrived and our colorsturned with surprise and a subtle energyto golds and reds and our surfaces side by side began to line and crack, our hold weakened.It is now Winter and we have fallen from our limb onto the hard, cold ground,wrinkled and torn we lie togetherleaning on one anotheruntil we will crumble into the earth as one. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 22, 2019 Author Share Posted October 22, 2019 Notes: ▼ Prompt: Your assignment: Write a poem about some recent event using specific, but fictional, details of texture, color, scent, shape, and flavor to make your narrative come to life, as Robert Frost did in his poem After Apple-PickingMy Morning Visit The screech and grind vibrates down through the jaw bone while cool liquid squirts, sloshing over gums and drooling from a prickly numb lip. A whiff of something burning, the flat taste of metal accompany the closeup view of plastic gloved knuckles and an acoustic ceiling high above. Time ticks in slow motion until I will be free. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted October 23, 2019 Share Posted October 23, 2019 On 7/22/2019 at 8:43 AM, Tinker said: Prompt: Confinement Verse form: SonnetTrapped Confined within the hemisphere dispensed A stroke while forming in her mother's womb. A damaged global hub, commander's room to signal body parts to function hence. The intellect and empathy are held within its mass to compliment her life Her brain was halved as if 'twas sliced by knife. The living side stepped up, took charge, excelled. Born paralyzed, her arm and leg, dead fish, unknowns, her speech, her thoughts and so much more. But still her stubborn courage deigned to score, she fell and failed and tried again. Her wish to walk and talk and be like other kids made real, her body moves just as she bids. ~~Judi Van GorderBowlesian Sonnet This is such an awesome Bolesian sonnet. I believe the rules are followed faithfully and l notice no forced rhyme. I am not sure if the " stroke" refers to a stroke of bad luck or to a medical stroke, which may have caused the brain to divide? But she had to overcome her unasked-for state, and wondrously--- she did! I like the Bolesian sonnet form very much as a vehicle for her unusual experience (which) motivated your poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 23, 2019 Author Share Posted October 23, 2019 Thanks Liz, I like the sonnet form also. Trapped was written in response to a prompt at another site. I share the prompts here in hopes someone else will join me, but so far I can't get the others to come and play on the Playground, so it looks like this is my exclusive thread which it is not. Maybe I can get you to play. 😍 The last prompt was to write a poem using the 5 senses. The frame can be of your choosing. I wrote a Free Verse piece, My Morning Visit. And, Yes she had a medical stroke while in the womb causing the left side of the brain to simply not develop. She should be totally paralyzed on the right side, but she walks and runs and has use of her right arm. Her right hand however will never function. She can't even pick up a pencil. She has been in physical therapy since she was 6 months old. Because of the missing left side the nerves of her brain sometimes get out of whack consequently she is subject to bouts of paralyzing anxiety on occasion and had a seizure disorder most of her younger years and was on meds for that. She hasn't been on meds for 5 years now and they think she has outgrown the seizure problem. Now that she is going through puberty, the hormone imbalance sometimes causes debilitating migraine headaches that literally blind her. They are not a daily or weekly occurrence and they now have a routine to follow to make it less problematic for her but it is a serious condition that we hope doesn't hit often and one she will also outgrow eventually. She was home from school today because of a migraine. They last for hours and she has to be put in a dark, quiet, cool environment until they pass. Other than that, she is a funny, smart, kooky little girl who is loved and protected by her 3 siblings and Mom and Dad. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted October 23, 2019 Share Posted October 23, 2019 On 8/20/2019 at 3:20 PM, Tinker said: Write a poem reflecting a different persona Those Who Dare Silently, slowly I slither from my sunning place stalking a succulent morsel to sustain my significance. My languid length lithe with strength and stamina slides without effort down a tree trunk to seductively sap your soul. I am as ancient as the most ancient, cunning and capable. I will wind and wring the wind from your lungs then swallow you whole. Do not dare to challenge me. Consumer of conceit, constrictor of courage, call me Kaa. ~~Judi Van Gorder Love this "other persona" poem. The great alliteration in silently, slowly, slither, sunning, stalking, succulent, sustain and significance.Then, languid length lithe. Also wind and wring the wind from your lungs (how cool!) And much more alliteration. I love the interesting idea of " consumer of conceit" That mankind certainly loses all ego ( conceit) when being swallowed by a python snake; the victim's courage constricted certainly. I enjoyed your poem "Those Who Dare" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted October 23, 2019 Share Posted October 23, 2019 2 hours ago, Tinker said: Thanks Liz, I like the sonnet form also. Trapped was written in response to a prompt at another site. I share the prompts here in hopes someone else will join me, but so far I can't get the others to come and play on the Playground, so it looks like this is my exclusive thread which it is not. Maybe I can get you to play. 😍 The last prompt was to write a poem using the 5 senses. The frame can be of your choosing. I wrote a Free Verse piece, My Morning Visit. And, Yes she had a medical stroke while in the womb causing the left side of the brain to simply not develop. She should be totally paralyzed on the right side, but she walks and runs and has use of her right arm. Her right hand however will never function. She can't even pick up a pencil. She has been in physical therapy since she was 6 months old. Because of the missing left side the nerves of her brain sometimes get out of whack consequently she is subject to bouts of paralyzing anxiety on occasion and had a seizure disorder most of her younger years and was on meds for that. She hasn't been on meds for 5 years now and they think she has outgrown the seizure problem. Now that she is going through puberty, the hormone imbalance sometimes causes debilitating migraine headaches that literally blind her. They are not a daily or weekly occurrence and they now have a routine to follow to make it less problematic for her but it is a serious condition that we hope doesn't hit often and one she will also outgrow eventually. She was home from school today because of a migraine. They last for hours and she has to be put in a dark, quiet, cool environment until they pass. Other than that, she is a funny, smart, kooky little girl who is loved and protected by her 3 siblings and Mom and Dad. ~~Tink I'm so sorry her condition caused so much discomfort; her seizures, and migraine headaches. I do hope she will feel better and eventually just outgrow them! She is a brave soul l can tell. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 23, 2019 Author Share Posted October 23, 2019 12 hours ago, Liz Mastin said: Love this "other persona" poem. The great alliteration in silently, slowly, slither, sunning, stalking, succulent, sustain and significance.Then, languid length lithe. Also wind and wring the wind from your lungs (how cool!) And much more alliteration. I love the interesting idea of " consumer of conceit" That mankind certainly loses all ego ( conceit) when being swallowed by a python snake; the victim's courage constricted certainly. Thanks Liz, This was a fun poem to write and I would never have thought to do it without the prompt. I use the prompts first as a challenge to myself to step out of my comfort zone. I also see them as exercises in writing, practice, practice, practice. I don't expect every poem I write to be a gem but every once in a while one of these exercise poems connects. Writing, even when it is just an exercise can only make me better for when that one poem comes along that I dream of writing one day. Actually, I not only had fun with this one, I'm kind of proud of how it worked out. The alliteration just took on a life of its own once I got started. Since it is in this thread, you may be the only person on this forum that has read it. I think most of the members concentrate on reading at Member Poetry or the Overflow. Reading everything on this site is time consuming and commenting adds more time. We read and comment as we can. Thank you for finding this thread and taking the time to comment. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted October 24, 2019 Share Posted October 24, 2019 (edited) 8 hours ago, Tinker said: Thanks Liz, This was a fun poem to write and I would never have thought to do it without the prompt. I use the prompts first as a challenge to myself to step out of my comfort zone. I also see them as exercises in writing, practice, practice, practice. I don't expect every poem I write to be a gem but every once in a while one of these exercise poems connects. Writing, even when it is just an exercise can only make me better for when that one poem comes along that I dream of writing one day. Actually, I not only had fun with this one, I'm kind of proud of how it worked out. The alliteration just took on a life of its own once I got started. Since it is in this thread, you may be the only person on this forum that has read it. I think most of the members concentrate on reading at Member Poetry or the Overflow. Reading everything on this site is time consuming and commenting adds more time. We read and comment as we can. Thank you for finding this thread and taking the time to comment. ~~Tink I had fun collecting what l thought were my best poems for my first book "Lake Dancers". If you haven't you should self publish! Or publish through an agent! Edited October 24, 2019 by Liz Mastin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 31, 2019 Author Share Posted October 31, 2019 Promp: Use personification in the poem. This is probably more a poem of persona but here is what I wrote.UnleashedThey thought they could use meto warm their toes,to cook their meals,to dispose of their trash.No longer am i their servant,now they flee from me,i have been unleashedto devour all in my path.My power is boundlessas I create my own windto travel wherever I please.My beauty illuminates all around me,my colors change from golds,to reds and bluesas I dance in the tree tops.I am borderless.Hear me crackle and roar! ~~ Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted October 31, 2019 Share Posted October 31, 2019 17 hours ago, Tinker said: Promp: Use personification in the poem. This is probably more a poem of persona but here is what I wrote.UnleashedThey thought they could use meto warm their toes,to cook their meals,to dispose of their trash.No longer am i their servant,now they flee from me,i have been unleashedto devour all in my path.My power is boundlessas I create my own windto travel wherever I please.My beauty illuminates all around me,my colors change from golds,to reds and bluesas I dance in the tree tops.I am borderless.Hear me crackle and roar! ~~ Judi Van Gorder Love this poem, Judi; so clever. I esp. enjoy the colorful, enchanting clues: l dance in the tree tops. I am borderless. Yet all of the (qualities of fire) you mention are great. No longer just a servant, but a threatening master!! Think of the fires in coastal California--they know! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 31, 2019 Author Share Posted October 31, 2019 Thanks Liz, And yes I know, I am in the coastal California mountains, I was evacuated and now have returned but the fires still burn. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 1, 2019 Share Posted November 1, 2019 Ode to the Palm Tree (personification) You cast your glance out over the ocean, surveying by degrees the hazy Horizon, and you seem to be watching for Sailors at sea, for this is your way, Oh tall palm tree. When morning fades and the breeze grows bolder, you whip your fronds back over your shoulders, and like a centry who's never at ease, you stand your guard impressive palm tree. Your cousins are vagabonds the world around, in Africa, New Zealand and Asia found, dwelling on stranded sailors at sea, it's just understood oh caring palm tree. Non-judgmental by Nature, you Grace nation of small shopping malls and humble gas stations. But you'd rather dwell by the dangerous sea, waving ships in Oh friendly palm tree. Your portrait is painted on parched stucco walls, domes of cathedrals and high Palace halls, from thence you reflect on Lost sailors at Sea, wishing them Speed oh loyal palm tree? Your coconuts and dates are tasty Delights for feeding the hungry, solving their plights, but you'd rather resolve Lost sailors that you see, back to dry land, compassionate palm tree. Elegant tree you are so agreeable. Because you are tall you are easily seeable. A beacon to birds, explorers and whalers- always you're watching and waiting for Sailors. And you weary seamen adrift on the blue, waiting for land to come into view, having suffered the storms of treachous Cape Horn, when you see the palm tree you know you are home. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 1, 2019 Author Share Posted November 1, 2019 14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said: You cast your glance out over the ocean, surveying by degrees the hazy Horizon, and you seem to be watching for Sailors at sea, for this is your way, Oh tall palm tree. Personification is giving human action or character to an inanimate object. "You cast your glance," is classic personification. I thought it interesting that you wrote this as a Prose Poem. I liked the long, individual units. It was easy reading. 14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said: And you weary seamen adrift on the blue, waiting for land to come into view, having suffered the storms of treachous Cape Horn, when you see the palm tree you know you are home. I think a comma after "And you," and "seamen". I liked the internal rhyme. You have a typo, "treacherous" is missing a couple of letters. I love that you are willing to come here and play and it produced a very nice poem. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 1, 2019 Share Posted November 1, 2019 Thank you so much Tink. It really is an "Ode to the Palm Tree" It's not a new poem, l'm afraid, but l knew it made use of personification. It was written under a very tall palm tree in Playa del Carmen, as l thought about my elderly poetry mentor who was crusing around Cape Horn. Tink, what exactly is the " quote" section meant for? Am l replying to you at the right location? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 2, 2019 Author Share Posted November 2, 2019 On 11/1/2019 at 2:02 PM, Liz Mastin said: Tink, what exactly is the " quote" section meant for? Am l replying to you at the right location? Highlight what you want to respond to and hit quote and it shows up in your reply. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 11, 2019 Author Share Posted November 11, 2019 Today, Monday November 11, 2019 is Veteran's Day in the US. Write a poem to honor our vets.Hidden Away In the shadows of mind, hidden and locked away, are visions of dead eyes and bloodied bodies, sounds that scream pain, vibrate with thunder, putrid odors of piss and vomit and death, metallic taste mixed with dessert dust, the trickle of sticky sweat under Kevlar in 115o heat and the twitch in the pit of your stomach from ending a life. That part of you, you do not share, you look and sound just like us, But we know, you are our shield and Thank You is not enough. ~~Judi Van Gorder Occasional Poetry Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 11, 2019 Share Posted November 11, 2019 5 hours ago, Tinker said: Today, Monday November 11, 2019 is Veteran's Day in the US. Write a poem to honor our vets.Hidden Away In the shadows of mind, hidden and locked away, are visions of dead eyes and bloodied bodies, sounds that scream pain, vibrate with thunder, putrid odors of piss and vomit and death, metallic taste mixed with dessert dust, the trickle of sticky sweat under Kevlar in 115o heat and the twitch in the pit of your stomach from ending a life. That part of you, you do not share, you look and sound just like us, But we know, you are our shield and Thank You is not enough. ~~Judi Van Gorder Occasional Poetry That is beautiful Judi! so graphic that the reader experiences what the amazingly normal-seeming gentleman experienced, plus the added horror of (him) having ended a life. Yes, it is thanks to those serving as our shields, that "we" can feel safe. A fine poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 11, 2019 Author Share Posted November 11, 2019 Thanks Liz, I'm the wife of a Korean War vet and sister of a Viet Nam vet. I thought of bits and pieces I've dug out of each of them over the years. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 12, 2019 Share Posted November 12, 2019 5 hours ago, Tinker said: Thanks Liz, I'm the wife of a Korean War vet and sister of a Viet Nam vet. I thought of bits and pieces I've dug out of each of them over the years. ~~Judi Am l responding in the right place Judi? ( Quote) Still uncertain. Well, you really have had an on-going close-up experience with war vets!! A big thanks to all three of these very important men in your life! Happy Veterans Day! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 12, 2019 Author Share Posted November 12, 2019 Yes, this thread is wide open, I love that I'm not the only one posting here. Hopefully, you will pick up on a prompt once in a while and contribute a poem here too. No one expects daily poems to be perfect. They are more posted practice but every once in a while they turn into poems that become keepers. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 12, 2019 Author Share Posted November 12, 2019 Today let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color. Write using color as focus or inspiration. Use colors that impress you, either favorably or unfavorably. Since this is a creativity workshop, give your imagination free rein to interpret “color” either literally (red, blue, hot pink) or figuratively (the color of pain, joy, anger). Here is a poem just posted by Dr_Con that I think is an example what this prompt aspires to. Gate(less) Or an older more simplistic use of color in a poem Awe Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 13, 2019 Share Posted November 13, 2019 19 hours ago, Tinker said: Today let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color. Write using color as focus or inspiration. Use colors that impress you, either favorably or unfavorably. Since this is a creativity workshop, give your imagination free rein to interpret “color” either literally (red, blue, hot pink) or figuratively (the color of pain, joy, anger). Here is a poem just posted by Dr_Con that I think is an example what this prompt aspires to. Gate(less) Or an older more simplistic use of color in a poem Awe Green Bug triolet Joy of Joy's! A little green bug Is content in the shape of a grain of rice. At my heart it firmly tugs, This amiable creation, this genial bug. To him l give a mental hug! Amazing how nature so freely supplied This joy of Joy's! A little green bug Content in the shape of a grain of rice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 13, 2019 Author Share Posted November 13, 2019 3 hours ago, Liz Mastin said: Green Bug Triolet Joy of Joy's! A little green bug Is content in the shape of a grain of rice. At my heart it firmly tugs, This amiable creation, this genial bug. To him l give a mental hug! Amazing how nature so freely supplied This joy of Joy's! A little green bug Content in the shape of a grain of rice. Today's delight, little green bugs with Triolet hugs. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 13, 2019 Author Share Posted November 13, 2019 23 hours ago, Tinker said: Today let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color. Deeper Ripples on the surface spark reflections of golds and blues and indigo with dazzling allure. Vibrant colors siren the unsuspecting to the deep where calmer, cooler, darker waters wait and will tell no secrets. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 21, 2019 Author Share Posted November 21, 2019 I guess I should change the title of this thread to A Weekly Poetry Challenge since I only post here about once a week. Today's challenge is to write a poem showing an emotional reaction to some event that seems to be about something else. Something like this old one Scab Or something I attempted today.St John's WortThere is a pariah that must be dispelledor at least controlled.It shows up unwelcomeeach yearand flourishes in fertile fields,previously tilled and prepped in deliberate designfor finer stuff.The repetitionof malaiseencountered with its returnfreezes action.My inner slothglories in its monotony.I must pound downits hold on me,put on my bootsand take up the battleone more time. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 22, 2019 Share Posted November 22, 2019 22 hours ago, Tinker said: I guess I should change the title of this thread to A Weekly Poetry Challenge since I only post here about once a week. Today's challenge is to write a poem showing an emotional reaction to some event that seems to be about something else. Something like this old one Scab Or something I attempted today.St John's WortThere is a pariah that must be dispelledor at least controlled.It shows up unwelcomeeach yearand flourishes in fertile fields,previously tilled and prepped in deliberate designfor finer stuff.The repetitionof malaiseencountered with its returnfreezes action.My inner slothglories in its monotony.I must pound downits hold on me,put on my bootsand take up the battleone more time. ~~Judi Van Gorder I enjoyed this poem, it's negative meaning "at first" but then unexpectedly altering into an apparent reason for rejoicing "for the routine of nature" requiring yearly remediation. Even the pulling on of boots for the toil being reason for happiness! Have l understood this right? (did l post this reply in the correct place Tink?) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 22, 2019 Author Share Posted November 22, 2019 Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message. Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter. What ever returns to block the way. ~~Tink And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground. Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind. Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 22, 2019 Share Posted November 22, 2019 1 hour ago, Tinker said: Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message. Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter. What ever returns to block the way. ~~Tink And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground. Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind. In your poem, it's kind of like when "life" knocks you down, you pull yourself back up and start again? Or as when something considered to be bad "pariahs" come visiting, it's best to remedy the situation in a direct, positive way, as something unpleasant will always reocurr occasionally, so best to fix the problem and then move on! Thank you Tink. Now l know "Quote" is for replies and "Reply to this topic" is for posting a new poem on the chosen topic. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 22, 2019 Share Posted November 22, 2019 "Message on the Door" While driving by a mission That serves the urban poor, I saw a painted sign Hanging on the door. To me it was amusing, Yet it conveyed the message well: A message of compassion, A poet's priviledge to reveal. For God so loves the homeless, And the poor He won't ignore: "Beans, rice, and Jesus Christ!" Read the message on the door. 3 hours ago, Tinker said: Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message. Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter. What ever returns to block the way. ~~Tink And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground. Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 23, 2019 Author Share Posted November 23, 2019 28 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: "Message on the Door" While driving by a mission That serves the urban poor, I saw a painted sign Hanging on the door. To me it was amusing, Yet it conveyed the message well: A message of compassion, A poet's privilege to reveal. For God so loves the homeless, And the poor He won't ignore: "Beans, rice, and Jesus Christ!" Read the message on the door. Nice Liz, Love the sign! Beans, rice and Jesus Christ! is a very cool motto. This poem put a smile on my face. Nice rhyme, nice rhythm, you misspelled privilege. By the way to tighten up your lines, at the end of the line hold down shift and then enter. The next line will appear directly below without a double space. Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted November 23, 2019 Share Posted November 23, 2019 51 minutes ago, Tinker said: Nice Liz, Love the sign! Beans, rice and Jesus Christ! is a very cool motto. This poem put a smile on my face. Nice rhyme, nice rhythm, you misspelled privilege. By the way to tighten up your lines, at the end of the line hold down shift and then enter. The next line will appear directly below without a double space. I'm so glad you like it. Tink, l looked up the word privilege and l think l actually did (amazingly) spell it correctly? It is a true story; the sign was on the door of a mission in Spokane, Wash. My computer is finally kaput, so l am having to do this on my cell phone for awhile, but I'll try your suggestion when l finally have my new computer at Christmas. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 23, 2019 Author Share Posted November 23, 2019 37 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: l looked up the word privilege and l think l actually did (amazingly) spell it correctly? I corrected the spelling in the quote section. Look at your original post, you spelled it priviledge. 38 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: My computer is finally kaput, so l am having to do this on my cell phone for awhile, but I'll try your suggestion when l finally have my new computer at Christmas. Sorry about that. I hope Santa is good to you. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 5, 2019 Author Share Posted December 5, 2019 This week, consider making time to glue yourself to your seat and let your imagination take you for a ride. The Air OutsideNo problem gluing myself to my seatthis yucky morning.The soggy airoutsidesoaks into my souland groundsmy mind.But herein my desk chair cockpit, I snap on my seatbeltand let my fingers fly.It doesn't matterwhere they take me,from this vantage pointthe worldis mine. ~~Judi Van Gorder Well you gotta start somewhere. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted December 5, 2019 Share Posted December 5, 2019 3 hours ago, Tinker said: This week, consider making time to glue yourself to your seat and let your imagination take you for a ride. The Air OutsideNo problem gluing myself to my seatthis yucky morning.The soggy airoutsidesoaks into my souland groundsmy mind.But herein my desk chair cockpit, I snap on my seatbeltand let my fingers fly.It doesn't matterwhere they take me,from this vantage pointthe worldis mine. ~~Judi Van Gorder Well you gotta start somewhere. ~~Tink Yes, your poem speaks of the dark winter months. And how they can impede, but-- when writing poetry-- you can fly! Put on the seatbelt, and go! I know the marvelous benefits of sunshine, as it has been dark and raining in the desert (and cold!) But then, today, the glorious sun came out and l am inclined to write a poem called "Oh my God! The Sun!", listing it's healing attributes. I am sitting out right now and the Mojave Desert enjoys it too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 5, 2019 Author Share Posted December 5, 2019 31 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: Yes, your poem speaks of the dark winter months. And how they can impede, but-- when writing poetry-- you can fly! Put on the seatbelt, and go! Liz, How great to hear your voice. I'm glad you are enjoying the sun. I wish I was but it is warm inside and I was able to write something so I'm happy. I hope you get your new computer soon, I've missed you. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted December 6, 2019 Share Posted December 6, 2019 Fleeting Adventure She flies like a bird! Oh, what a sight! Sailing the skies In an ultralight; Her fisted arms Outstretched with zeal, Young Mexican pilot At the wheel. Down the coast And over the sea They zoom Like a little bumblebee! I wonder if they Will ever survive, And beg "Dear God Just keep them alive!" When they return At set of sun, I ask my daughter, "Now, was that fun? "Oh, it was cool" She offered me: The flight "already" A memory. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 6, 2019 Author Share Posted December 6, 2019 Liz, Your Fleeting Adventure was fun. I like the short lined rhyme, it added to the joyful tone. I have spent several Christmas days on a beach in Baja. One year Santa buzzed our beach in an ultra light. The campers all pooled their resources and there was a huge communal feast. My friend Maggie from Canada and I had motor homes, while the rest of the residents of the beach were mostly in tents or palapas, so it was up to Maggie and I to prepare the pies and turkeys in our ovens. My husband and son put Christmas lights on our dingy and along with other small boats trolled the beach with a boom box playing Christmas music. It was a long time ago when my son was still in school, he is now a father of 4. We later graduated from the motor home to a sail boat, then a trawler where my husband still spends a lot of time. I have long since abandoned Mexico. But the camping days were fun times. 14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said: The flight "already" A memory. Yes, but a memory of joy. Nice. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 7, 2019 Author Share Posted December 7, 2019 Something a little different: Write a poem which includes these words: Words to use: compass embark bleak lavender passage melody lantern siren They can be in any order, or any form of the word. In the Spirit of William Carlos Williamsbleak naked trees wait white falling snow near-bye I embark into lantern-litpassageways pine scents replace lavender and honey familiar Carolssiren the coming of Christmas the melodies provide a compass to a warm hearth and holiday cheer ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted December 11, 2019 Share Posted December 11, 2019 On 12/7/2019 at 3:03 PM, Tinker said: Something a little different: Write a poem which includes these words: Words to use: compass embark bleak lavender passage melody lantern siren They can be in any order, or any form of the word. In the Spirit of William Carlos Williamsbleak naked trees wait white falling snow near-bye I embark into lantern-litpassageways pine scents replace lavender and honey familiar Carolssiren the coming of Christmas the melodies provide a compass to a warm hearth and holiday cheer ~~Judi Van Gorder I enjoyed your poem very much, in it's simple words (along the line of William Carlos William's "Red Wheel barrow") The summer's lavendar and honey, replaced by the scent of pine! I can smell the fragrance of Christmas in your poem, and enjoy the all-encompassing carols. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 14, 2019 Author Share Posted December 14, 2019 On 12/11/2019 at 9:22 AM, Liz Mastin said: I enjoyed your poem very much, in it's simple words (along the line of William Carlos William's "Red Wheel barrow") Thanks Liz. Once upon a time, I did not get the simplicity and focus of WCW, but have since learned to love it. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted December 14, 2019 Share Posted December 14, 2019 15 hours ago, Tinker said: Thanks Liz. Once upon a time, I did not get the simplicity and focus of WCW, but have since learned to love it. ~~Tink I think it is a Buddhist approach, perhaps; a way of appreciating the bare elements; finding "peace" in them too? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 18, 2019 Author Share Posted December 18, 2019 Write about a pet peeve: My Dog Ate My Homework Buzzing in my ears like angry bees, "She made me do it", "he punched me first". "But it wasn't my fault, so waive my deductible." "Witch hunt!", "my call was perfect". Own it, nothing is perfect! ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted January 13, 2020 Author Share Posted January 13, 2020 Fur Play Kitty under my chin, let's begin, we'll have fun. She snuggles and I purr then rub her belly fur. At that, the game is on and I become her pawn. ~~Judi Van Gorder The Prompt ▼ The prompt is the form, the topic can be anything you like. Write one or more six-line-stanzas (sestets). Each line must have six syllables and the following end-rhyme pattern: (I added cross rhyme to L1 & L2} x x b x x a x x a x x b x x x x x c x x x x x c x x x x x d x x x x x d Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jakecaller Posted January 13, 2020 Share Posted January 13, 2020 inspired me to post one of my cat poems buddha cat from Edsel Road. the rest are on my blog page Https://theworldaccordingtocosomos.com this one has been published. Buddha Cat of Edsall Road - I had another encounter With the divine recently Another Cosmic cat perhaps Perhaps not who knows what cats are are they aliens from another dimension or was he channeling God ? I call him the Buddha cat For the cat loves Sitting in a meditative pose Not moving Just starting at me With his soulful deep eyes Boring into my soul exploring all my secret thoughts the buddha cat does not move does not react as he is so deep into his interior mediation truly in tune with the cat universe and the cosmos as well the buddha cat seems to be one with God one with Buddha One with Allah And all the other Billion names of God Known and unknown The buddha cat Can teach us all About the art of meditation As he zones inward And loses his soul Joining the cosmos And becoming The buddha cat The buddha cat Lives in a modest Town house In a modest suburb Proving yet again The divine spirit of God Is everywhere all around us The buddha cat Reminds us all To look for god In the everyday All around us If we but have eyes To see Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted January 13, 2020 Share Posted January 13, 2020 12 hours ago, Tinker said: Fur Play Kitty under my chin, let's begin, we'll have fun. She snuggles and I purr then rub her belly fur. At that, the game is on and I become her pawn. ~~Judi Van Gorder The Prompt ▼ The prompt is the form, the topic can be anything you like. Write one or more six-line-stanzas (sestets). Each line must have six syllables and the following end-rhyme pattern: (I added cross rhyme to L1 & L2} x x b x x a x x a x x b x x x x x c x x x x x c x x x x x d x x x x x d Hi Judi, nice light hearted poem! I like the off rhyme in the first couplet (of this lovely sestet!!) Or the cross rhyme!! ( internal rhyme?) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted January 13, 2020 Author Share Posted January 13, 2020 Thanks Liz, it was just a silly little piece to comply with a Pop Up challenge at another site. 38 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: Or the cross rhyme!! ( internal rhyme?) It is cross rhyme when the end syllable rhymes with an internal syllable in the line right before or right after. X. Internal rhyme is rhyming within the same line. Not that it really matters. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted January 13, 2020 Share Posted January 13, 2020 1 hour ago, Tinker said: Thanks Liz, it was just a silly little piece to comply with a Pop Up challenge at another site. It is cross rhyme when the end syllable rhymes with an internal syllable in the line right before or right after. X. Internal rhyme is rhyming within the same line. Not that it really matters. ~~Judi No, that is interesting! I always, "always" enjoy learning more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted January 13, 2020 Share Posted January 13, 2020 7 hours ago, jakecaller said: inspired me to post one of my cat poems buddha cat from Edsel Road. the rest are on my blog page Https://theworldaccordingtocosomos.com this one has been published. Buddha Cat of Edsall Road - I had another encounter With the divine recently Another Cosmic cat perhaps Perhaps not who knows what cats are are they aliens from another dimension or was he channeling God ? I call him the Buddha cat For the cat loves Sitting in a meditative pose Not moving Just starting at me With his soulful deep eyes Boring into my soul exploring all my secret thoughts the buddha cat does not move does not react as he is so deep into his interior mediation truly in tune with the cat universe and the cosmos as well the buddha cat seems to be one with God one with Buddha One with Allah And all the other Billion names of God Known and unknown The buddha cat Can teach us all About the art of meditation As he zones inward And loses his soul Joining the cosmos And becoming The buddha cat The buddha cat Lives in a modest Town house In a modest suburb Proving yet again The divine spirit of God Is everywhere all around us The buddha cat Reminds us all To look for god In the everyday All around us If we but have eyes To see I enjoyed this poem; a reminder to relax, contemplate just like Budhha Cat. Animals, esp. cats don't worry about the workings of the world, they say "thanks" for my comfortable, contemplative inner world and your poem celebrates this Buddha life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted January 21, 2020 Author Share Posted January 21, 2020 Prompt: Write a poem using some type of figurative language, metaphor, simile, allegory, allusion, symbolism..... Deputy A fixed brick wall, solid, cool and tall. Some say, a hard man, uncompromising enforcer for peace and justice, stoic and strong. When things go wrong, he hides his tears and buries his fears, but I can hear the strained beat of his injured heart behind the barricade. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted February 27, 2020 Author Share Posted February 27, 2020 In the Cold Grey echoes of frozen time shiver in the dim density of barren hope tangled in the frosted limbs of a crowded world waiting for the thaw. ~~Judi Van Gorder Photo by Bob Turn @ Writing.com Winter in Millcreek Canyon, SLC, Utah Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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