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 |    A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. |
| The smell of coffee, orange marmalade sunrise, and the meadowlark's song imbue my thankful heart with happiness. |
| I am very sick so I have to lick my snot from upper lip quick or it gets too thick with clot, and then I just flick the boogers I pick. So what? Notes on the Lai form of poetry ▼ |
| We say grace and give thanks for blessings we are about to receive. Then, Grandpa picks up knife and fork and starts to carve the roasted turkeys to serve with all the fixings-- candied yams, cranberry sauce, dressing for all those in need down at the church. Notes ▼ |
| On the eleventh day of November, we take a moment to remember the sacrifices that our soldiers made with bands and flags and veterans on parade. High school students march with horns a-tooting, while crowd along the street is saluting. Then, the backyard barbecues commence, hosted by patriotic residents. |
| The gentle creaking of Grandpa's rocking chair sings a song of cozy contentment, while aromas from the kitchen speak of Grandma's pumpkin pie baking in the oven, delivering holiday cheer. 6 lines 30 words Free verse |
| Heroes, each and every one, On a mission to protect our freedom, Never faltering, never wavering. Obeying command to go, Regardless of risk or cost, Imparting our sacred values, Navigating global maze, Giving notice to the enemy. Over and over again, Undaunted courage Responds to threats. Vigorous defender of liberty, Exercising constant vigilance, Trained to meet any challenge, Endowed with best equipment, Resolute attitude, Addressing every mission, Night and day without fail, Serving our nation with honor. Notes on the Acrostic form of poetry ▼ |
| Welcome to my writing nook beside the babbling brook! I pause to gather my thoughts here, where life goes by in lower gear, communicating with the birds, translating their songs into words. Deer and squirrels come around where peace and quiet abound. |
| We sail the distant seas, complying with Commander's orders, so we can minimize the threat which lurks beyond our borders. Through all kinds of weather, we take the fight to them to ensure the future will not bring another Nine-Eleven massacre. |
| We are itching to explore something new, when August seduces us with pleasant weather. We leave together in tie-dyed Volkswagen bus. There's nothing finer than roadside diner to meet and greet local folks, linger for a while and share friendly smile beneath sprawling ancient oaks. Charming episodes along country roads give relaxing getaway special energy-- so happy to be on our way to Santa Fe! Notes on the Alouette form of poetry ▼ |
| We are having a sweltering heat wave, and Mom is burning to a crisp, poor thing. She sits beside the pool with drink in hand while her skin gets red and blistered, poor thing. We are staying cool while swimming in pool, unaware of Mom's dilemma, poor thing. Come time to leave, we find her shriveled corpse, still sitting there with drink in hand, poor thing. Note ▼ |
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