Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
| Triple Three wise men, surely a crowd, stabled again. Three line tercet, old but unbowed, hardly surfeit. Three threes are nine, say it aloud, bound without twine. Three eyeless mice, tailless but proud, not very nice. Line count: 12 Rhymed aba cbc dbd ebe For The Daily Poem, 02.25.26 Prompt: Triple - written in tercets. |
| Never Mind the Lederhosen Hell for leather end of tether light as feather what’s the weather. Through the heather not or whether that’ll sever this endeavour. Line count: 8 Rhymed! For The Daily Poem 02.23.26 (admittedly very late) Prompt: Leather. |
| Tracey Tracey the cat burglar goes on the prowl, packing her rucksack with claw-foiling towel. Tracey the cat burglar striking at night, comes like a phantom with nary a light. Tracey the cat burglar clearing the ‘hood, taking all felines, the bad and the good. Tracey the cat burglar making it home, if it weren’t for the cats she’d be all alone. Line count: 16 Rhymed abcb For The Daily Poem, 02.22.26 Prompt: Illustration of girl with cat in a backpack. |
| Crazy Paving This how the lakebed has rumpled its sheet shrunken by drought and silently raving thirsting for rain in its baking hard soul mud making patterns and glazed in the heat. The Inca cuts and dissects his stones fitting so tightly one to another moulds and slices and smooths and sets leaving us dreaming of playdough and goo. Jigsaw puzzles and games of Mahjong somehow I think that we’re getting it wrong if nature can play such mind-blowing games technology laughs and then goes up in flames. Line count: 12 Sorta free verse but a chant ending in a rhyme For The Daily Poem, 02.21.26 Prompt: Photo of dried and cracked mud - don’t use clay, cracked, dry, parched. |
| The Truth About Andrea Her fingers move with ne’er a tremor, that is my wife, she’s quite a hemmer. And if we think of things like knitting, her skill with yarn is really fitting. But if you want the actual truth, another talent she’s had from youth. My lady writes as though an angel, with words so apt it’s almost painful. That’s how we met - she’s such a fighter, I tried but could not beat the blighter. But then at last we fought no longer, together now we both are stronger. Line count: 12 Rhymed couplets For The Daily Poem, 02.20,26 Prompt: Tremor - write in couplets. |
| Dissonance Driven to despair I seek solace in the humdrum a truck at an open door the promise of a quick getaway If only the wall weren’t orange and the door red so angular the truck and powder blue Straight lines and curves designs of yesterday shouting in the silence and the boom of distant thunder. Line count: 12 Free verse For The Daily Poem, 02.19.26 Prompt: Photo of blue truck at red door - use one sound in your poem. |
| Excuses More haste less speed just do the deed, so get it done and on the run. It’s no wonder I often blunder, all this hurry makes me scurry. But take your time there’ll be no crime, the extra care makes something rare. And if I’m late, beyond the date, the word is ever that is better than never! Line count: 16 Rhymed aabb For The Daily Poem, 02.18.26 Prompt: Hurried - one line must contain five words. |
| Floating What a wonderful word is “floating” the favourite of anyone boating; I am less in favour of thinking of terrible thoughts like “I’m sinking.” On seeing the prompt for today, my mind nearly forced me to say something concerning what “floaters” means to those who never are boaters. My mouth will always melt butter and my mind is used to the gutter. Line count: 10 Rhymed aabb For The Daily Poem, 02.17.26 Prompt: Floating. |
| Pets If they serve you up something furry (that’s by feel as my eyesight’s blurry) better hope it’s a cat not a mouse rodent families will soon fill the house. There’s a chance it might be a dog which is better by far than a hog as canines are totally loyal whereas piggies care only for soil. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For The Daily Poem, 02.16.26 Prompt: Photo of cat sitting on a counter. |