GUILTDon't know why it's me you asked. I did not do it, I said. Why do you just pick on me? Ask someone else instead. There's four kids in this big old house, But you don't suspect those guys. How is it you think that I'm, The only kid who lies? You try the old black tongue test, To see if I'm a liar. Stare, to try to make me break. Nope, I'm not a crier. You make me go to my room, And clean up all my messes. You have wasted half the day, Hoping 'he' confesses. I gotta get out of here, To play with all my friends. How long will it take until, This inquisition ends? I can't take this guilt no more. Alright, okay, I did it! Took the skateboard from out front And went ahead and hid it! [Don't know how they always know, That I'm the guilty one. Can't keep myself from trouble. To me, it's worth the fun!]
Tag Archives: Poetry
#AprilPrompts – Day 19 – Guilt – #NaPoWriMo Children’s Poem
25 Apr#AprilPrompts – Day 17 – Searching – #NaPoWriMo #Children’s #Poem
23 AprSEARCHING
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 perfect pitch. 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'!
This post’s photo credits – http://www.thecompletepitcher.com
Articles –
Carlie M A Cullen – Day 17 – Searching (Taste of HEART SEARCH:LOST)
#NaPoWriMo – Day 14 – JOURNEY #Haiku
14 AprDAY 14 – JOURNEY
Going nowhere fast
Rambling river traverses-
Polishing each stone

River Bed Dance by Rhonda Depalma
#AprilPrompts – Day 10 – Loss – #NaPoWriMo
12 AprToday, I’m re-posting a poem that I wrote on my recently deceased mother’s birthday for #BlogFlash2012. When I think about loss, I think about her, and the pain’s still fresh.
GRAVEYARD
I spread your ashes, made a graveyard today.
I haven’t had a place to visit since you went away.
No vase for flowers, no headstone to brush
No feelings have I since I felt the crush
Of being told that you were no longer here,
I never fathomed losing one so dear.
But it’s for real, a cold, stark truth.
I’ve felt as helpless as a child, a poor defenseless youth.
It’s your birthday today, three days before my own.
Now I must forever face our special time missing you, alone.
I thought about it long and hard,
And found a spot right in the yard,
Where vivid red cardinals and pure white doves
Fly down to fresh seed from branches above.
It’s quiet there; it’s got a swing,
and it abounds with living things.
I can sit with you now, you’re in this place.
Graveyard is the last thing one would think of the space.
Here are 2 prompts for this weekend’s #NaPoWriMo, if you wish to use them:
Saturday – WILD AT HEART
Sunday – JOURNEY
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#AprilPrompts – Day 8 – Heart #NaPoWriMo #Children
10 Apr
Photo – gallery.hd.org
HEART
Sophie awakened early
And loaded up her cart
She had spent her summer days
Creating pretty art
She hitched the cart to her bike
And pedaled to the mart
The Annual Kids’ Art Sale
Was just about to start
Her canvases were simple
Each one was of a heart
Delightful colors beckoned
And folks began to dart
Each visitor that came by
Heart in hand would depart
“Everyone loves love,” one said.
“That Sophie girl is smart!”
Related –
Sharing My World, My Journey – Day 8 – Heart