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Thursday, April 28, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - X

Here it is, Day 24 of the Alphabet on a Plate in the AtoZ Challenge! We are nearing the finish line.  According to my calculations we have approximately two more days to go.

X marks the spot on a plate...
 
YEAH!  WAHOO! 
X-cellent!
I found a good one on March 28th....

Expressing Yourself

When you know what you want to say,
And then you really say it;
When people hear just want you mean
And wince when you convey it;

When you, my dear, articulate
Expressing honest feelings,
Then you, alone, are subject to 
The harshest of their dealings.

So think before you speak too much,
And temper what you're saying,
Or consequently, from your words
The piper you'll be paying.

©Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved






#atozchallenge
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See you tomorrow for a plate of Y!

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - W

I am posting "on the road" with my iPad today, so bear withe me if there's a glitch.  Sometimes my iPad won't let me do as much as easily as I want!  For some reason, after using the touch screen for a while, it doesn't recognize my fingers anymore. Then it skips letters I thought I'd typed and auto-corrects into gibberish.  It hasn't as much to do with the iPad as it does the temperature or "electro-something" of my fingers, because a stylus okay and so are other fingers that I've "borrowed" to test it out!

I had not started a poem for W yet, and thought some about it last night before going to sleep.  I tried a couple, but Wolf 7 kept popping up and ruining all the other poetic attempts   So I succumbed to the Wolf poem.  I wrote it this morning without a lot of edits. So I guess this is supposed to be " the one".

               

Goldilocks and the 7 Wolves

Goldie came to live one day
Beside a flowing stream
In a house amid the woods -
A setting like a dream!
One day a wolf came knocking
And wanted letting in;
He said his name was Harry
And created quite a din.
"I'm sorry you may not come in,
For I am not a fool!"
The lone wolf went away before
She really lost her cool.
Wolf 2 arrived within an hour
and said, "Hey, open up!
"Surely I could borrow sugar
I only need one cup."
"Go away, you tricky wolf,
I have no sugar, dear;
You and your brother, Wolfie 1,
Should stay away from here!"
He went away but number 3
Soon on her step was found
With pizza to deliver there
But Goldie only frowned,
"Away with you, you sneaky wolf,
You pizza-toting phony!
This is not mine - I ordered cheese -
Not ham and pepperoni!"
3 went away but soon enough
Wolf number 4 arrived;
He had a dozen roses
For a birthday he'd contrived.
"Leave them on the doorstep
Then run along, my friend;
I won't be out to get them
Until you're 'round the bend."
With a sigh 4 went away
And gave the job to 5
Who knew they needed to be fed
If they were to survive.
He pounded on her door so loud
She wondered who it was;
She peeked out of the window
To see what was the buzz.
"Oh, just another wolfie
Who's wanting me to eat
This really is quite troublesome
That I'm such a wolfie treat."
She ran upstairs with water
To dump upon his head
Then Wolfie 5 ran down the drive
And put himself to bed.
The sixth wolf had some mops and brooms
He was selling door to door
But Goldie told him she was set
Her vacuum did the chore.
Now number seven was the last
And wouldn't take a "No".
He rattled on the doorknob
When Goldie said to go.
He climbed up to the chimney
But there was too much smoke
He climbed back down and turned around
Cleared his throat and spoke,
"Oh, Goldie dear you need not fear
We're done wanting to eat you
If you will just give in to us
Whenever we entreat you.
We're only hungry for some meat
Some food you have, one dish!"
"I'll tell you what I'll do," she said,
"I'll teach you all to fish.
Then you can keep on eating
Even when I'm gone away
For though I may be tasty once
I won't be there next day!"
The wolves agreed and kept the deal:
They learned to fish for trout;
And that is how this story ends -
A happy one, no doubt!

By Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved

Now it's time to check out more A to Z Challenge posts. Time is running short!
Then the Progressive Poem is nearing its end!  Both links are on the side navigation.
See you tomorrow for X: A Poem on a Plate!






 



See you tomorrow for a plate of X!

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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - V

It is the 26th of April, and we are getting near the close of the month!  A to Z Challenge will conclude on the last day of April with the letter Z.  National Poetry Month will end.  NaPoWriMo will be at a close.  The Progressive Poem will be relegated to the archives with the past poem creations.  What will May hold in store?  I'm sure it will be glorious.  But it seems like it will be a sadder month without the fun of reading and writing blog posts daily.  I guess it is time for another challenge.  Maybe just a personal challenge of writing and reading blogs daily for the month of May.  Or maybe it really is time for a break from the daily blogging and add more to my personal unpublished works.  I will have to see what seems right for me.   Plenty of time to ponder that...there are 5 more days, after all!

Now for V on a Plate.  There were not a lot of V's.  And this one is technically an O.  However, the person who owned the car with this plate was in the car reading when I spied it for O.  When I asked whether the o's were zeros, or was it the word "oodoo", he said that actually he was using the red Veteran's V for a part of the plate's word, and it was really VOODOO.  So, out of respect for his interpretation of his plate, I am including it in the V plates.  I do have other V plates, so it isn't like this is cheating.  I really tried "vollie" but it just wasn't cutting it.

A bit of magic in the air
A bit of charming golden hair
A pair of little silver clippers
A bit of hair cut by the snippers
The curls all fall down to the floor
Shortened by the clipper chore
Locks are swept in to the pan
Thrown away as best they can
Such transformation, no boo-hoo
As hairstylist does her voodoo.

by Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved

So your turn!  Anyone for a Poem and a Plate?  Put your submissions in the comments or on your site and point me in that direction to capture it for Sunday, May 1, when I will post the poems submitted this week.




See you tomorrow for a plate of W!

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Monday, April 25, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - U


It's Day 21 in the A to Z Challenge!  Almost done with our alphabet!  Check out the A to Z Challenge link on the side navigation bar to meet more bloggers writing about R today.
Then also check out the list on the side bar to check in on the Progressive Poem today!  The poem is coming along beautifully and will be finished on April 30, when I add the final line...which I could be very nervous about, but am trying not to be.

U is next on the plate!  U plates are not as readily found as other letters, but there are a few.


I want you to hear
You are loved;
That my words will echo in your mind -
Speaking softly or seriously,
Grandly or tickly,
Tearfully or giggly.
 
I want you to know
You are cherished;
That it matters what happens to you -
Whether epic or simple,
Joyous or sad,
Winning or losing.
 
I want you to feel
You are adored;
That a hand is there to hold always -
In darkness or day,
Stumbling or sure,
Praying or playing.

I want you to love
Being loved;

But if you don't,
It won't change a thing;

I will still
 Love you.
 
by Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved

 And now more of U on a Plate.  See anything here that strike's your fancy?  Feel free to write a poem in the comments and I will post it this Sunday, May 1.  
WHAT??? Sunday is May Day????  The month will be OVER at the end of the week???  Surely there must be some time warping phenomenon going on here.  April can't be drawing to a close.  I am not mentally prepared for this.  Months are streaming away from me.  Eeesh.




See you tomorrow for a plate of V!

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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Extra Plate Sunday

Today there is the customary break in the AtoZ Challenge, so I am featuring poems that were submitted to go with a plate.  Brenda Harsham submitted one - or two - for each day and even submitted a vanity plate from Virginia.
Margaret Simon added her poem on a plate for OK.
This has been lots of fun.  Not much time remains.  Our alphabet and April grow shorter as the days grow longer!

First here's my poem - not a plate poem, but a poem written in response to a picture my daughter sent me last week of my two grandchildren, ages 4 and 2 (next week), as they were helping with the yard work and discovered a worm.


On Being a Worm

Be brown and
Carry crumbly dirt
When you emerge,
But don't assert -
For you are soft,
Can't hold your ground
If any robins
Are around;
But underground's
A different thing
A place where 
There's no beak or wing.
So you are safe
from all such beasts
Who might make you
Their squirmy feast.
In the soil is your domain
It's dark as dirt and buggy damp
But there's no need
For towel or lamp;
But still watch out
For things that probe,
For things that dig
In earthen globe;
Those things with fingers
Who spy your wiggle
in that clump
Of earth and giggle
To cradle you in
Chubby palm,
Inspecting you;
Meaning no harm.
They'll return you to
The earth once more
Those gritty grounds of
Ceiling and floor
Pressed on all sides
And you are home,
Returned to safety
Of Loam, Sweet Loam.

by Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved

OPQRSTOPQRSTOPQRSTOPQRSTOPQRST
Here are the poems from those who stepped up to the Plate!

It's OK
you have plenty to say
it's another day
hip, hip hooray!

by Margaret Simon, all rights reserved



long vacation drive
uneasy sleep in guest house
opal dawn

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved


glass slipper lost
dress still shines & glows
pumpkin smashed

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved


sweepers, brooms
danger looms
quidditch zooms

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved

And with a contribution to the plate collection, Brenda sent and wrote to:

marathon joy 
blood-pumping self-mastery 
run for kids’ joy

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved





pale crescent moon

gleams through bare branches
snowy owl glides

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved

silken tabby Sass
exhausted from rolling in catnip
grooms her paws

by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved


fly a kite indoors
juggle cupcakes and teapots
oh, to be Thing Two!
by Brenda Harsham, all rights reserved

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And don't forget to stop by the Progressive Poem today for line 24. 
Only a few more days and lines to go.  I'll be in for the last line.  Am I nervous?  Maybe.  Just a little bit... or more.  I wonder if I could just say "The End" when it's my turn.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - T

Today is day 20 of the A to Z Challenge (see navigation on sidebar) - the letter T.  I've photographed and alphabetized vanity plates from our local area in Maine, and am writing poems to go with one for each letter of the alphabet - plus and extra on Sundays, since it is National Poetry Month and I'm committed to writing a poem a day for April.  I am also linking to Margaret Simon's challenge to write a poem in response to a picture each day.  Most pictures are a bit more "picturesque" than mine, but it is still a picture!
And again, if you have a poem inspired by one of these plates, please include it in your comment, or email it, or tell me where to find it on your site, and I will include it in the Sunday review here. 

#atozchallenge #NaPoWriMo #imagepoems

It is also the 2erd day and 23rd line for the Progressive Poem, the brainchild of Irene Latham. Check on the side navigation to go to today's new line.

T is for Two Maine Plates in the poem Today:


Put 'R Thayah

If you ah a Main-ah
Yud bettah talk right
Just put "ahs" where the Rs ah
Add em othuh spawts fuh spite
If you like drawrin' pich-ahs
Just put one ah right thayah
We've omitted enough,
So we have should have a spay-ah.
Don't mattah if yer a teach-ah
The rules ah the say-um
Sayin' ah's not just for doctahs
It's paht of ah fay-um.

©Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved







See you tomorrow for a plate of U!

#atozchallenge 
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Friday, April 22, 2016

A to Z on a Plate - S


Today is day 19 of the A to Z Challenge (see navigation on sidebar) - the letter S.  I've photographed and alphabetized vanity plates from our local area in Maine, and am writing poems to go with one for each letter of the alphabet - plus and extra on Sundays, since it is National Poetry Month and I'm committed to writing a poem a day for April.  I am also linking to Margaret Simon's challenge to write a poem in response to a picture each day.  Most pictures are a bit more "picturesque" than mine, but it is still a picture!
And again, if you have a poem inspired by one of these plates, please include it in your comment, or email it, or tell me where to find it on your site, and I will include it in the Sunday review here. 

#atozchallenge #NaPoWriMo #imagepoems

It is also the 22nd day and 22nd line for the Progressive Poem, the brainchild of Irene Latham. Check on the side navigation to go to today's new line.

Oh, my, and I forgot!!!! It's Poetry Friday!  Can't miss that!  Check out the poetry links at:
Jama's at Jama's Alphabet Soup

How High is the Sky?

How high
is the sky?
Where is its top?
How far can you go
Before there's a stop?
When does it change
from blue to a black?
And if you went there,
Would you ever get back?
How high
is the sky?
I think it's so far
I'd shoot past the moon,
Head to the north star.
Earth would look smaller
As I zoomed past the sun
And trailed tails of comets
For some extra fun.
How high
is the sky?
I'd like to go see -
If I could be back 
by quarter to three - 
For chores must be done:
The dog must be fed,
Then cleaning my room
Before off to bed;
How high 
is the sky?
I may never know,
There's not enough time
To get up and go.

by Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved
And then, suddenly, as I was posting my link on Mr. Linky over at Jama's, my eye fell on this link: Liz Steinglass (Things To Do If You're the Earth)
I haven't gone there yet to see what "To Do"s she has there, but this poem suddenly needed to be written, and now that I've done it... Hey, Liz!  I'll be right there!

Things to Do If You're the Sky

Hold the clouds
And bounce a bird;
Fill the space
Around the world;
Be dark at night
and light at day,
and when it rains
turn into gray;
Play with kites,
Give room for trees,
Fill with snow,
And push with breeze;
Glow with morning
Wakening rosy,
Gold-foil the sunset
Making cozy;
Urge me ponder
At your size;
Let me wander
Through you, Sky.

©Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved

















See you tomorrow for a plate of T!
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