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A herd of poems!


Look at them all gallivanting about this page. It’s enough to make you want to sing! Or dance! But mostly read!

I wrote a few of these in the college library. Can you tell?

But first, Sensational Haiku Wednesday‘s prompt: love.

toothpaste for dinner

Love Haiku

love is knowing the
words to say, right or wrong, and
when to be silent.

Cinquain #1

noisy
neighbours annoy
while security guards
watch over everywhere but
basement

Cinquain #2 – RSVP

they say
salvation through
christ only, heaven is
the goal. I feel I must reply:
decline.

Piku

the loathsome
din
muffles my thoughts

is that a
good
or a bad thing?

shut up please–
it’s
a library.

Haiku #1

heavy breather next
table over distracts me
can’t write a poem.

Haiku #2

murder is never
the answer, unless you’re the
villain in movies

Haiku #3 – Intolerance

Why do you hurt me,
dairy? Have I offended
you in some way? Why!

Shadorma #1

roses are
red, yes, but can be
white, pink, black,
yellow; since
my favourites are daisies
it doesn’t matter

Shadorma #2

just because
I hear voices, you
say I’m nuts.
the joke’s on
you; if I wasn’t crazy
you’d cease to exist.

Shadorma #3

handling
raw chicken scares me.
not because
of disease,
but the inescapable:
it, too, was alive.

all of these poems are of course © Bridget Noonan, 2012.

Wanna know what I don’t own? The song She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones which has been stuck in my head all week. I think it’s the piano part. And the rainbows. I did buy that technicolour backpack-purse.
But if I get famous, and there’s a movie made of my life, I want this song to be playing over the falling in love at first sight with my future lady. Definitely have to make that shit happen.

…What? Like you don’t have a playlist of songs for the soundtrack to your life story.
If you say no, make one! It’s fun. That’s your homework for this weekend, ladies and gentlemen. Post it in the comments! I’d love to see it 😀

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So many poems! Don’t worry, most are short.


This first one is my response to Sensational Haiku Wednesday at You Know… That Blog. This week’s theme is the word craft.  Here we go!

Craft

rasping steel saw blade,
hammers, nails, sandpaper slide,
sawdust falls like snow

Some more fun short poetry! This is the sort of thing I can knock out at work. And did do at work, as you might be able to tell. 🙂

Peace

that magic feeling
no customers in line to
beg for attention

Bakery

The temptation grows
Croissant, baguette, and cookie
Happy baking smell.

Gone

I saw you today
someone that I used to know
you avert your face

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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I heart haiku


You know, the haiku form is a lovely way to narrow one’s focus; seventeen syllables is all you get, so make them count!

I took some inspiration from Sensational Haiku Wednesday for the first one. The prompt was silhouette.
Caution: this post contains nonsense.  You have been warned! 😀

Silhouette of the Jabberwock

After brillig-tide
Headless Jabberwocky’s corpse
Cast a slithy shade.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.
Many thanks to Lewis Carroll!

But wait! There’s more!

Jenga

Placement is crucial
One wrong move and the blocks slide
Taking Babel down.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

And finally…

Nerd Joy

I reached perfection
Hundred percent completion
Take that, Pokemon.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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Haiku time!


I wish I knew how
to coax out a good haiku
but they won’t bloom here.

Yes, it’s that time again- time for a series of haiku poems. You know you love it.

seasons

1.
if I could stop now
our summer would never end
but time continues

2.
autumn brings colour
heralds the death of the year
and the end of us

3.
snow falls softly now
returns me to a blank slate
winter at its best

4.
fresh green shoots spring forth
from their mother’s warm embrace
I begin again.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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Gasp! Another two-fer!


This poem was brought to you by the letter I. And inspired by Writer’s Island.

Incomparable

Indomitably idealistic,
I idolized her intellect.
Incomparable to the idiots
Ignoring ideas for industry,
I sat irritably idle while my
Iconoclastic ingenue
Irrigated iron minds,
Impelling them to interchange
Instinct for inductive reasoning.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

But wait! There’s more. This is kind of a response to this poem.

don’t know if this is senryu or haiku or just fun

relief comes pouring
in cool torrents from the sky
breaking the heat’s back

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Thank goodness for today’s thunderstorm. I love watching them, hearing them, smelling them- the whole experience.

Both short and sweet. Let me know what you think! And if you know what I should be calling that haiku-senryu-thingy, help a sister out 🙂

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