Still writing, this one a poem for laughs

Well, back again for another new poem written using a Prompt from the Weekly Writing Prompt from my friend Monna, have you visited her site yet?

I was looking out for this one and when it came at first I scatched my aging head. But I took up the challenge of a bonus prompt! To create a short story or poem of your own that is totally unbelievable or ridiculous.

Well, how to start? As usual, I selected the first idea which came into my head and that just happend to turn into the first line of the poem. I called it, Moonwalk. Here it is I hope it makes you smile.

Moonwalk

I took a little walk last week

To the moon and back

I climbed a shining moonbeam

And I took a little snack.

I knew it would take a while

So I took along our Jack.

Great company with his pet monkey;

Which I think is a macaque

Along the way we were treated

To an astronomic thrill.

Passing meteors and rainbows

We danced an old quadrille

We had such fun, the three of us

But could only stay until

We remembered it would soon be time

To head back to Jacksonville

The title came to mind after the last word in the poem. I did not start with a title in mind, but let the poem just take me where it will. The last line needed a rhyme and Jacksonville popped up. After that the title seemed to put itself forward for me. I dont often think too hard about what I am writing, as far as I am concerned it is all a bit of fun. Although sometimes, rarely, it is about sad memories.

Well there you are another poem thanks to Monna, and do visit her blog, especially if you are a beginning writer and hope to self publish. I  managed to self-publish my first book on Amazon with Monna's advice.

Poem - "My Dog Ran Off With The Keys"

Can't believe that I am started to write again, creatively. But having just a few prompts to choose from instead of hundreds on the majority of sites which offer to provide them seems to concentrate the mind, I would recommend it to anyone enduring "writers block" or simply a lack of time.

Try this weekly prompt, just 2 or 3 offered on the site owned by Monna Ellithorpe which will offer a gateway to many more pages by Monna.

Mmmm, this one was a lot more light-hearted than the last. I enjoyed (and found myself silently laughing) whilst I put this one down on paper, well on to the screen. Hope it makes you smile too. Oh beware the french; a little trick to make a rhyme. I do feel that rhymes are so important.

My dog ran off with the keys

My dog ran off with the keys to my car.

its true, please believe what I say.

The distance from home to here is so far,

I'm just lucky to get here today,

At all!

How on earth did it happen, you want to know.

Well, I was just letting him out for a wee;

When I happened to sneeze, I dropped the keys

and he ran off, overjoyed to be free.

You see!

My phone was inside, what was I to do?

Had to follow the dog, for sure.

Lest he lost the keys, dropped me in the stew

with no means of contacting vous,

cet jour.

So pardonez-moi, I'm here at last

And ready to do what you need.

I'm ready and willing and able if asked,

except for one little problem, this hound on the lead.

No keys, no car, no home so far

had to bring the dog!

The prompt for this piece was actually, "Make up a creative reason for being late to an important function." Don't know why this sprang into my head, we don't even have a dog these days; our last pooch passed away a number of years ago. But it did and I like the outcome. 

Until the next time ....................

And do keep on writing.

A poem, "You Hide But Nobody Seeks"

I am still following up on the writing prompts posted by my friend Mona Ellithorpe, this weeks gave me the title for another poem. I know someone who I care for very much who has suffered from  aquired brain damage cause by a viral infection, the prompt, "you hide but nobody seeks ...", made me think of that person and this poem was written with them in mind.

You hide but nobody seeks

You hide but nobody seeks

you listen but nobody speaks

you look but no one is there

you cry but nobody cares

you hide yourself away

its another quiet day

your friends have long since gone

you've changed and they walked on

you never were to blame

but it happened all the same

an accident that left you changed

an accident, not prearranged

It never was your fault

that built this stifling vault

the man you were has passed away

look now, look to another day

to you your new life beckons

it only took a second

at least that's all you knew

until you learned what you'd been through

forget the past, mourn for that man

but live for tomorrow, yes you can

accept your new life and be awake

to opportunities that you can take

New friends will rally in your life

don't hide away you have a life

It can be good, it's not the same

but you never were to blame

I always capitalise my poems on each line and am obsessive about punctuation, but this time it did not seem important, even the title was an afterthought -- I have edited it into the post and added an image.

If this poem touched you then you may also like this earlier poem Helpless, which is very much connected to this one, you can find it on this blog from a few years ago

A little whimsy!

Sometimes I just feel that I have not enough time to write, and this was the case last night. I have been so busy of late but when I came across another post from my friend Monna Ellithorpe, another prompt which caught my attention on Facebook, I simply had to have a go.

This short piece came together in a very short time. No time to edit or anything like that, I just left it as it was. But boy did I enjoy the freedom not to worry about what it ended up looking like.

The prompt was to write a four line poem about your muse. Once when all lines rhyme and then again with no rhyming at all.

I put mine together and then simply had to get in another stanza to complete the poem. I enjoyed writing it, hope you can enjoy reading it.

Sir Galahad

We all have days when things seem bad,

When things go wrong and make you sad,

But never let it get you mad,

Summon up your muse, your Galahad.

We all have days we wish would end.

You’ve had enough and want to scream,

But don’t let your troubles grind you down;

Take a break, think of your Sir Galahad.

Sir Galahad, your knightly muse

Can help you through, he’ll help you choose,

Write a poem, don’t blow a fuse.

Think; if Galahad was in your shoes.

Wow it happened so quickly. It really liberated me although it is very trite and easy use of language I really enjoyed it. I experimented with limericks once (upon a time) and this seems to be on the same lines. Hope it makes you smile.

If you want to see a few limericks try this post