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Concession (for now)

A few weeks ago Ed DeCaria announced that the March Madness poetry competition would be back with a new name (Madness! Poetry) and a new website (madnesspoetry.com). At that time he put out the call for poets to audition to be an authlete in the competition.

One part of the audition was to write an original poem to this setup:

Imagine winning five consecutive matchups to reach the Madness! Poetry Finals, then losing to your opponent in a close and controversial final round. Write a concession poem to be shared with your imaginary opponent upon her/his victory. It can be kind, mean, funny, defiant … whatever.

Well, I wrote the poem but then decided to keep my hat out of the ring and not enter. However, all is not wasted. Now that entries are closed, I will share my poem of concession as today’s Poetry Friday offering.

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A Pun-kin Shake

Concession (for now)

I see that I am bested
and I accept my fate
but give me just another year
and I am sure I’ll rate.

Twelve months of rhythmic exercise
of jogging iambs, spondees
of breathing hyperbolic air
a year of pumping ironies.

A diet rich in meataphor
poetic pun-kin shakes
served with sides of organic rye-me
limerick and lime breaks.

spiced with sage and cinnanom
cuplets of pear-ody
joined stickily with enjambment
and stanzaic all-eggory.

On such a regimen, I’m sure
to build poetic muscle.
But now farewell—to get this done
I know I’ll have to hustle.

© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)

Now I wish all Poetry Friday authletes who will soon be in the heat of Madness! Poetry much agile word-ability!

Here’s the Madness! Poetry Calendar to know when all the action is happening. If this competition runs like it did other years, readers get a chance to vote for their favorite poems and poets!

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Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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Carrier Pigeon

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Carrier Pigeon

Bird Lady has tossed her breads.
Clay pigeons, come leave your beds
time to stuff stool pigeon heads!

Dockyard pigeons, homing too
from bridge girders and the zoo
Pigeon Forgers, drop by, do!

Pigeon-chested, pigeon-toed
pigeon-heated by the road…
full tums all—that is the goad.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Poetry Friday regulars will recognize the Jane Yolen-invented form of this ditty (a septercet: seven syllable lines, three lines to a stanza, any number of stanzas), my attempt to rise to this month’s challenge at Michelle Barnes blog Today’s Little Ditty.

(If you’re curious about what some of these pigeony figures of speech mean, check HERE.)

And now, I’m soon off to Bellingham and Poetry Camp! Hubby and I even did a reconnaissance trip a few weeks ago when I needed some software that was only available south of the border. On that outing we scouted the campus of WWU, so I even have my bearings (sort of).

See some of you this weekend!!

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PF-2This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Karen at Karen Edmisten: Mom. Writer. Consumer of Coffee (I like that last!).

 

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2016 in Form poems, Light, Nature

 

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A little screed against progress

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A little screed against progress

New car plays no CDs
camera has no download cord
it’s all Bluetooth and Wi-fi
and I’m feeling pushed toward

a world controlled by passwords
where music’s streamed, not owned
photos float on virtual clouds
and my attention’s honed:

delete the fake-bill email
ignore the mystery link
report the phishing trial
and with suspicion think

of all my cookie fragments
drifting through the air
as a trail of bread crumbs
for the thugs of ransom-ware,

increasingly uneasy
that someday I’ll be hacked…
The internet-less past
was safer—that’s a fact!

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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It’s not that I don’t like progress. The internet has brought many positive changes to my life which  would be very different if I suddenly found myself wi-fi-less.  However, in our rush to do everything online I sometimes get the uneasy feeling, especially on days when news of another mass hack circulates, that we’re all rushing toward a cliff.

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Posted by on June 17, 2016 in Light, Personal, Poetry Friday

 

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Highrise-welcomer (NPM ’16-Day 21)

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Highrise-welcomer

I’m an airplane-envelope
rainbow-holder, bird-chamber
wind-route, cloud-churn
lightning-conductor.

Show off turbine’s locus
and weather vane’s point,
I’m a bee-bowl, rain-route
pollen-suspender.

Full of atmospheric dregs
hold your breathable brew,
I rhyme with “my”
on a sunny day I’m blue…

What am I?

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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This poem came out of a prompt to write a “kenning” poem. Kennings are riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas (according to NaPoWriMo). In a kenning poem you  refer to something in an off-kilter metaphoric rather than by its name. I’vPoetry Friday Logoe made this a riddle poem. Do you know what I’m referring to?

This poem is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Chef Jama  at the very tasty Jama’s Alphabet Soup.

 
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Posted by on April 21, 2016 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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My thing to eat (NPM ’16-Day 7)

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My thing to eat

Not too sweet and not too savory
not a bread and not a cake.
Not a square and not a doughnut
in a pan of cups must bake.

To your basic butter, flour
sugar, eggs and leavening
you can add whatever’s handy
you can add most anything!

Muesli, wheat germ, bran, granola
poppy seed, flax, chocolate.
Almonds, carrots, orange, cranberry
peanut butter, apricot.

Pumpkin, lemon, bumbleberry
ginger, pear, banana, fig.
Apple sauce, cream cheese and cherry
make them small or make them big.

Food of breakfast, lunch or snack time
served with any drink a treat.
Streusel-topped, so rich and yummy
MUFFINS are my thing to eat!

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

 

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When one of the prompt sites I consult during April suggested a poem about food, I knew just what I wanted to write about. You see, on our recent jaunt to the Island, one of our group recommended a fabulous muffin, available from a market kiosk in the ferry terminal. This wheaty, nutty, flaxy, carroty, fruity concoction transported me to muffin heaven. And so the poem.

I love baking muffins too. The Spiced Squash Muffins I made for Christmas morning (pictured below) were topped with crunchy sugar-cinnamon goodness and filled with dried cranberries. The recipe is here.

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Posted by on April 7, 2016 in Light, Objects, Poetry Friday

 

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Sonnet to a Potato

A couple of weeks ago, I found inspiration for a couple of poems in response  to the found photo prompts at Laura Shovan’s blog (where the fun continues).  A photo of a “Loaded baked potato” was the prompt for February 14th.  That photo plus the fact it was Valentine’s Day and love sonnets were in the air of my brain inspired “Sonnet to a Potato,” a parody of the classic “How Do I Love Thee?”  by  Elizabeth Barrett Browning. (You can read the original HERE).

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Collage from photos at pixabay.com

Sonnet to a Potato

(With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee boiled, peel-mashed, deep fried as chips
in gravy drowned, sweet, baked, spiced hot with dips.
I laud thee for thy subterranean days,
thy secret growth all hidden from sun’s rays.
Fair starchy flesh, thou’rt comfort to my lips.
They calories they fortify my hips.
Sweet staple nightshade fruit, I give thee praise
for skin of white or yellow, russet, red
for Yukon Gold, Kerr’s pink, purple or blue.
Thou give’s thyself in pancakes, latkes bread
skins, salads, hash browns, scalloped, soup and stew.
Though sometimes called tater or spud instead
to thee, Potato, my taste buds stay true!

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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Posted by on February 26, 2016 in Light, Objects, Poetry Friday

 

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I Read Nothing

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The collections on the Kindle App of my iPad (Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly)

I Read Nothing

On my snazzy e-book reader
I load volumes by the score
fantasy and tomes of how-to
poems, fiction and memoir
books of travel and adventure
wondrous places to explore!

Have collected them for years now
by the hundreds three or four.
But what’s starting to amaze me
despite all these books galore
is my reader isn’t getting fat
and weighs not one ounce more!

Is my reader full of nothing
is it real—my large book store
this that occupies for hours
with best sellers and encore,
where I’ve always one more book to read
not bookless as before?

You can have your softback novels
over heavy hardbacks pore
sniff the ink, caress the vellum
hound of paperback hardcore.
Of my weightless nothing e-books
I’m a fan forevermore!

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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Oh dear do I hear a collective groan on seeing another NOTHING poem? Sorry about that. But all the nothing poems read in the past few weeks hatched ideas for more. This one I couldn’t resist.

And please know that I am not trying to provoke a dust-up between paper and e-book loyalists. This is written tongue-in-cheek.

Poetry Friday LogoThis post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Tricia at Miss Rumphius Effect where the welcome mat is out. Drop by for links to all kinds of delectable poetic fare.

 
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Posted by on February 5, 2016 in Light, Objects, Poetry Friday

 

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A Creation Tale

At her blog Today’s Little Ditty, Michelle’s January guest was children’s poet Douglas Florian. He posted the January Ditty of the Month challenge to write a poem about NOTHING. (Read Mr. Florian’s interview and challenge HERE.)

I’ve enjoyed these poems a lot during January as they debuted on Michelle’s blog and others. I wrote one a couple of weeks ago and decided to get brave and post it today  which is the last day of the challenge. (Michelle I know I’m too late to make into the draw and appear on your site & that’s just fine.) It’s a children’s poem.

Image: Johnhain / Pixabay.com

Image: johnhain / Pixabay.com

A Creation Tale

Before there ever was anything
Creator had the thought
of replacing nothing with something
to make things where there now were not.

The home for his creation could be
land or sky, ice or sea.

He could fill it with creatures feathered or scaled
furry or smooth, hided or hard.

They could move on feet, hoofs or wings
hop on claws or swim with fins.

Call to each other with honk or bray
laugh, nicker, warble or say.

And there could be things that would only stand
spreading green across the land

with hats of red, yellow or blue
and luscious fruit of every hue…

His mind was so full of these wonderful thoughts
he was getting nothing done.
But how to choose among so many
nothing to something begun?

So he decided to make them all
use all these ideas and more.
And that was the end of nothing.
Now there’s something forevermore.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)

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Posted by on January 29, 2016 in Kids, Light, Religious

 

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Green Pot

Last week I poemed about our retired garburator. This week another kitchen poem. It’s about the contraption that has taken garburator’s place. I wrote the poem last fall at the height of fruit fly season, and took some photos to prove it.  Meet our green pot…

Our new Organics Bucket

Our new Organics Bucket

 

Green Pot

Our new organics bucket
has holes for ventilation
too small to be a fruit fly’s
in-and-out location.

But these tiny critters
will not be denied
the ripe bouquet of peels and pits
and stuff that has been fried.

They lounge on holey cover
congregate on our green pot.
It’s better than the fruit bowl
but I keep wondering, what

they get from just those fumes
of shells and grounds and pie.
Are they finding some nutrition,
or are they just getting high?

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)

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Posted by on January 22, 2016 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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Kitchen monster

I love the garburator that is part of the sink apparatus in our townhouse. Love it, but rarely use it now because we’ve been asked not to in favor of collecting our organic scraps for recycling and conserving water. (For those not familiar with this gadget, you run water as you feed organic stuff down the sink into the garburator with its blades that grind scraps tiny and send them on their way to join the rest of the sewage.)

Much as I liked it,  I also found it to be temperamental in that it didn’t like scraps of a certain kind. Potato and carrot peelings were the worst. More than once it plugged up on me in the middle of preparing for guests. Yikes!

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(Image: ariesa66 / Pixabay.com)

 

Kitchen Monster

My handy kitchen monster’s maw
loves peels and water, stems and pits
but if I make it eat too fast
it goes into its little fits.

Sometimes it chokes
on pip or core
plugs up the sink
backwash—“No more!”

Then I must soothe
its circle lips
with Heimlich cup
of icy chips.

It growls mechanic
cough “Ahem!”
then swallows all
its veggie phlegm.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

 

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Posted by on January 15, 2016 in Light, Objects, Personal, Poetry Friday

 

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