Category Archive:poetry

Wash behind your ears
Clean between your toes

Don’t chew your fingernails
Don’t pick your nose

Don’t cross your eyes
Your face will surely freeze

Remember, cover your mouth
Whenever you must sneeze

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Trifecta’s weekend challenge asked for some advice. I haven’t read anyone else’s advice, but I wouldn’t be TOO surprised if someone doesn’t say something along this line. Edited to add another couplet to rhyme “freeze”. It is said that a poem is never finished, just abandoned.

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Not part of the original 33, but added because I don’t want to miss an opportunity to do so – esp. after the full month I have had with training and Alaska Governor Sean Parnell’s 4th annual Choose Respect event, I give you the following advice I would offer a son, if I had one – and what I say to my grandsons.
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My Son

If you ask for the cherry
from her sundae and
she says No
honor that No
Someday she may offer it
Treat the offer with respect
Always respect
Always love
Always, my son
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Christ my Lord arose
breaking the chains holding me
captive to my sin

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for Haiku Friday with Lou
Have a blessed Easter, my friends.

Stuck in Customs / Travel Photos / CC BY-NC-SA

Puckerbush Island Marina

Fat Seagulls
Wings flapping

Low tide
No sailboat

Never mind
Don’t panic

Change

Wild – green – hidden

Starflowers
Lilies of the Valley
Pink Impatiens

Leave them

Mother . . . child
Comforting thought
Relief
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Trifecta’s challenge this week is to look at page 33 of their favorite book – pick out 33 words – make them our own and write something. My something is above. Where’s yours?

Hey! I see you there
Hind leg hiked
I’m watching you
make your daily rounds
I have a message for you
from Fi-Fi Poodle
It’s here ‘neath this root
Sniff! Ahh, true love
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Trifecta’s editors asked for 33 word using personification. This tree is in my Sister-Friend’s yard in Anchorage. I’ve lost her, but not the memories.

Flu season rages
I try hard not to succumb
Achoo! Excuse me
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written for Friday Haiku with Lou
with an ailing Lance Burson in mind . . . get better soon, Lance.