#AprilPrompts – Day 17 – Searching – #NaPoWriMo #Children’s #Poem

Been gone too long, and thought to re-blog some old writings to stir up the creative juices. Hi y’all! :0)

Donna L Sadd

SEARCHING

Every time I'm on the mound
My heart does a flutter.
Tuning out the crowd's loud sound.
My stomach's churning butter.

Focusing, I look around,
The players are all set.
Catcher's flashing signals out,
Don't like his choices yet.

One finger stands for fast balls.
Two fingers stand for curves.
Batter sneers, to fake me out.
I've got to steel my nerves.

Each ball hurled becomes a strike.
Their dugout starts to hiss.
Scoreboard charts each perfectpitch.
I sure do live for this!

Last batter's set and ready.
It's a swing and a miss.
Got that player out of there.
Pitchers dream of doing this!

I owned it, I pulled it off.
It was a perfect day.
I will always hit the mound,
In search of Special 'K'!

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Balloons – An Iambic Quatrain – #NaPoWriMo

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BALLOONS

Balloons adrift with me in tow.

Direction where? I do not know.

It’s fun to soar above the clouds,

away from noise and bustling crowds.

#AprilPrompts is Back! – Well, Sort of…#NaPoWriMo14

Hiya, The second annual #AprilPrompts is back…well, without the prompts! I got side-tracked, knee-deep in courses, and didn’t properly organize #AprilPrompts2014 for National Poetry Month. I had been chomping at the bit for a course in rhyme and jumped at the chance of taking famed poet, Renee LaTulippe’s Inaugural Lyrical Language Lab. Of course, it had to be this month. Then, I also committed to Angie Karcher’s new RhyPiBoMo (Rhyming Picture Book Month), where when you check in, not only do you get a lesson in rhyme and poetry forms, there’s a bonus guest post by a distinguished author! Long story short…I’m writing at least one poem a day, so I figured why not post using prompts from elsewhere? Here’s my first attempt at a limerick:

 TIGHT QUARTERS

There once was a boy from Manila,

who wanted his own pet gorilla.

His hut was too small,

for a mammal so tall.

So he settled on a chinchilla.

Completed 2ND ANNUAL FOOD FIGHT #Poem – Refrigerator Duty

There’s been a lot of food flinging over the past several days, but it’s got to come to a close because stuff is starting to stink to high heavens around here. Here’s the completed story…

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REFRIGERATOR DUTY

“Clean the fridge,” Mom said in a huff.

“Get rid of all the nasty stuff!”

“Fuzzy, moldy, stinky or green,

throw it all out. Make it all clean.”

 

 Lou and Sam grabbed for their noses.

The interior smelt nothing like roses.

As they dug deeper and deeper,

nary a food was deemed a keeper.

 

 Refuse was piled high to throw out.

Sport then burst in and let out a shout,

“I’m starving! What’s this? Some good eats!”

He thought the waste was delectable treats.

 

The kids snatched up plates and played keep away.

Sport wouldn’t get sick on their watch today.

But Sport thought he was being had.

Kept from a meal, he soon grew mad.

 

 “Sport, you shouldn’t eat this on a dare!”

Just then a glob WHIZZED through the air.

Tossed towards Lou, but missed by a trace.

That’s when it splatted upon Sam’s face.”

 

Pfftt! Sam looked up with a devilish grin.

And threw back a pear, rotten outside and in.

The smell of the peach made Lou feel ill.

The squish of the squash gave him a thrill.

 

Lou threw that squash hard as he could,

and PLORF he got Sport really good.

Then Mom came in, looking real mad.

And Sport realized he hadn’t been had.

 

“This is atrocious!” his mother screamed.

TAP-TAP-TAP! Is this a dream?

“Is this what I get when I ask you to clean?

Now I have to turn really mean.”

 

With that, she grabbed up the messiest glob.

And, SPLINK, gave it a lob.

It WHACKED Lou smack dab on his head.

He grabbed a glob of sandwich spread.

 

As spread flew from his finger tips,

Lou slipped CRUNCH onto moldy chips.

 

Not moldy chips! Not moldy chips!

Why couldn’t I slip on Onion dips?

Or day old pasta? Even jelly beans?

At least, I could have LICKED them clean.

 

“The fridge is now clean, spotless in fact.

Enough fun and games, get the kitchen intact.

Sport, don’t you try to sneak out that door.

Help Sam and Lou or you’re grounded,” Mom swore.

 

Realizing they would be stuck in all day,

if the huge mess was not mopped away,

the three shook hands, then divided the tasks.

First on the list, POP on the gas masks!

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Thanks to everyone who helped grow the story. It was fun wasn’t it? :0)

Read all the finished Food Fight stories over at Marcie’s blog. Judging starts this week!

Month of Poetry – WILD AT HEART – #Poem #MoP14

The Lantern is a Japanese 5-line form shaped like a lantern with a syllable pattern of 1-2-3-4-1. 

WILD AT HEART

Raw

Untamed

Boundless urge

No cage can hold

Gone