tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post3734162726498822714..comments2023-10-27T10:49:42.190-07:00Comments on Kim Kasch Blogsite - A Writer's Blog: CONTEST: April is National Poetry Month - Let's Get Ready - With a Poetry ContestKimbra Kaschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-14578829720993909642009-04-04T19:30:00.000-07:002009-04-04T19:30:00.000-07:00A cinquain poem for you!Troubledeconomy.Worry, lay...A cinquain poem for you!<BR/><BR/>Troubled<BR/>economy.<BR/>Worry, lay-offs, closings.<BR/>With coupons in hand, I wait and <BR/>I hope...Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-85803988528537518032009-04-03T15:51:00.000-07:002009-04-03T15:51:00.000-07:00In the night they come.They creep! They crawl. Jum...In the night they come.<BR/><BR/>They creep! They crawl. Jump and hop! They slither and sneak. They slink! They slide! They glide! Off to the Monster Ball!<BR/><BR/>Some tiptoe and others stomp.<BR/>Some trudge and others tromp.<BR/>There are those that creep and those that leap!<BR/>Off to the Monster Ball!<BR/><BR/>This one strolls. This one rolls.<BR/>Off to the Monster Ball!<BR/><BR/>They come from under your bed.<BR/>They come back from the dead.<BR/>They come from under the ground<BR/>Where only worms and dirt are found.<BR/>They come to the Monster Ball!<BR/><BR/>And at the Monster Ball, in Monstropolis Hall,<BR/>They dance! They prance! All at the magnificent Monster Ball!<BR/><BR/>And when the night is through,<BR/>And when the day is new,<BR/>They creep! They crawl. Jump and hop! They slither and sneak. They slink! They slide! They glide! Off to bed.Ben Clantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13621068135532686451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-87031210401287706272009-04-03T06:56:00.000-07:002009-04-03T06:56:00.000-07:00Only a couple more days . . . I can't wait!!!Only a couple more days . . . I can't wait!!!Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-60446471315835654542009-04-02T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-02T11:28:00.000-07:00Day’s EyesToday we are brought to a house on a hil...<B> Day’s Eyes</B><BR/><BR/>Today we are brought to a house on a hill,<BR/> we sit in the bedroom perfectly still<BR/> It’s quiet in here for the owner is ill<BR/> so we sit and wait on the windowsill.<BR/><BR/>Outside, clouds float in the sky,<BR/>the world drifts past and blackbirds fly<BR/>whilst we sit here as time ticks by,<BR/>watching him watching us - quietly die.<BR/><BR/>Today we die a little more,<BR/>become less lovely than before,<BR/>we try to drink but cannot draw.<BR/>We scatter petals on the floor.<BR/> <BR/>Pollen sheds from us today,<BR/>a man in black stops by to pray,<BR/>Our owner quiet, still, and grey,<BR/>his wife says ‘take those things away’.<BR/><BR/>Today we are brought to the tip on the hill, <BR/>fragrant in the rotting spill,<BR/>we lie with the rubbish, perfectly still,<BR/>but making seed with all our will<BR/>to blow and grow on many hills.<BR/><BR/><BR/>This is actually a shape/concrete poem - when it is formatted so as to be centred - it forms the shape of a flower vase. I couldn't get the comments system to accept the html to do that though - sorry.banana_the_poethttp://poems-2-share.blog.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-9448602789850959122009-04-02T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:23:00.000-07:00Hey Kim--Happy Poetry Month!Here's one I call "Now...Hey Kim--Happy Poetry Month!<BR/>Here's one I call "Now I Lay":<BR/><BR/><BR/>Sounds of darkness gather ‘round<BR/>I hear you, I won’t make a sound<BR/>Tick…tock…tick…<BR/><BR/>Whistle softly gentle breeze<BR/>Shimmy, shimmy stirring leaves<BR/>Back and forth<BR/><BR/>Waiting, fading, floating high<BR/>On a cloud that’s soft and white<BR/>Wrapped in warmth<BR/><BR/>Colors, vivid, swirling past<BR/>Pictures moving slow, then faster,<BR/>Going, going…gone<BR/><BR/>Sounds of life and sounds of grace<BR/>I hear, as light shines on my face<BR/>One more dayTee Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10929248535869283495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-90477718636772440882009-04-02T10:16:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:16:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Tee Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10929248535869283495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-58072592151591465182009-04-01T14:08:00.000-07:002009-04-01T14:08:00.000-07:00Oh boy -- I've got dozens of these lying around an...Oh boy -- I've got dozens of these lying around and NO ONE ever wants to hear them! (This one has British-isms because I submitted it to a competition in the U.K. It sadly did not win...)<BR/><BR/>PICKY EATER<BR/><BR/>I don’t want my chicken, potatoes or peas<BR/>What I like is donkey brains broasted, with fleas.<BR/>Spaghetti with meatballs? No thanks, not for me --<BR/>I’m having boiled boogers and cobwebs for tea.<BR/><BR/>Baked beans on toast? Yuck! I’m not touching that <BR/>When I can have snake-guts and worms a la rat.<BR/>And pizza? No way – put it back in the box!<BR/>I’d rather have bat wings and slug slime on rocks.<BR/><BR/>I won’t eat your carrots, your mushrooms, your eggs --<BR/>Bring me fried cockroaches, steamed lizards’s legs!<BR/>And take back your fish fingers, take back your roast --<BR/>‘Cause I want fresh centipedes, crushed up, on toastMary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-60018068299232424702009-04-01T11:16:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:16:00.000-07:00Thanks for a fun contest, Kim. There's some great ...Thanks for a fun contest, Kim. There's some great stuff posted. Some are hilarious.<BR/><BR/><BR/><B>Today at the Museum</B><BR/><BR/>It’s the square head, <BR/>squiggle hair, <BR/>eye here, <BR/>eye there,<BR/>two noses <BR/>in a row, <BR/>crooked mouth, <BR/>Picasso show.Diana Murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15890151751596418426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-62617826315913419772009-03-31T14:08:00.000-07:002009-03-31T14:08:00.000-07:00Here's another sign of spring, in haiku:two ducks ...Here's another sign of spring, in haiku:<BR/><BR/>two ducks drift and bob<BR/>soaking up the good life in<BR/>the neighborhood poolAdriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05583029102450754497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-64614987802844550462009-03-30T11:34:00.000-07:002009-03-30T11:34:00.000-07:00Hi Kim, Thanks for hosting this fun contest! Here'...Hi Kim, <BR/><BR/>Thanks for hosting this fun contest! Here's my limerick: <BR/><BR/>There once was a man from Eau Claire<BR/>Who took his friends up on a dare<BR/>They asked him to spread<BR/>Depilatory cream on his head<BR/>And now he has lost all his hair<BR/><BR/>RebeccaMorning Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17185559615814509366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-28864470541176579322009-03-30T08:57:00.000-07:002009-03-30T08:57:00.000-07:00QUESTIONYou do not get to pick your eyes,hazel, br...<B>QUESTION</B><BR/><BR/>You do not get to pick your eyes,<BR/>hazel, brown or blue.<BR/>You're stuck with the eyes you're born with.<BR/>And yet they're right for <I>you</I>.<BR/><BR/>You do not get to pick your chin,<BR/>your fingers or your toes.<BR/>So tell me why should it be true<BR/>you get to pick your nose?Bob Schechterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10672054246806238472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-22018915050708742612009-03-30T07:19:00.000-07:002009-03-30T07:19:00.000-07:00Awesome contest idea. Here's my entry:As the doct...Awesome contest idea. Here's my entry:<BR/><BR/>As the doctor writes, he listens to the scracthing - <BR/>like an animal trapped inside a crate.<BR/><BR/>The doctor writes in sloppy<BR/>indescript script that translates his death.<BR/>He takes the form and all he sees is a myriad of broken polygons—<BR/><BR/>a handwriting like<BR/>cliffs and ragged angles,<BR/>as crooked as the backbones of devils that never learned to stand.Barry Napierhttp://www.barrynapierwriting.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-1072770023464270312009-03-29T22:35:00.000-07:002009-03-29T22:35:00.000-07:00I found some timeto write a rhymeso in this contes...I found some time<BR/>to write a rhyme<BR/>so in this contest<BR/>I could chime<BR/><BR/>The rhyme I wrote<BR/>Is this note<BR/>I surely hope<BR/>It gets your vote<BR/><BR/>Fun, fun, Kim! Thanks for getting us started on the write foot (ha ha ha--write, foot, meter...okay, I'm leaving now...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-60996683558359840502009-03-29T21:43:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:43:00.000-07:00Jake and Catherine: Thanks for joining in the fun!...Jake and Catherine: Thanks for joining in the fun!Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-88656475626958916212009-03-29T21:39:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:39:00.000-07:00You are evil to drag me over here for this... Poet...You are evil to drag me over here for this... Poetry scares me. <BR/><BR/>Iridescent colours cavort in the Cynic's garden,<BR/>gossamer wings beating purple and orange<BR/>above the stalks of abandoned summer.<BR/><BR/>Free in the air above sodden ground they tease;<BR/>as heavy boots slip in mood,<BR/>dislodging the last remaining rose petals.<BR/><BR/>How brief their summer?<BR/>A riotous fortnight<BR/>before eternal sleep in a glass case.<BR/><BR/>But first, to the catcher's net.Cate Gardnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634397106201021055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-36874114418526892232009-03-29T19:28:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:28:00.000-07:00I figure I'd drop a poem as well.a bed of flowers ...I figure I'd drop a poem as well.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>a bed of flowers<BR/> unawares a single rose<BR/> catches my fancyJakehttp://www.suburban-samurai.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-37491045188334332492009-03-29T19:19:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:19:00.000-07:00Jean: Thanks for playing.Jean: Thanks for playing.Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-43042889063135566652009-03-29T19:17:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:17:00.000-07:00I don't consider myself to be a poet. But I find t...I don't consider myself to be a poet. But I find that attempting to write poetry is a great creative warmup exercise for me. Here is one of my attemtps.<BR/><BR/>Blessings, Kim.<BR/>Jean<BR/><BR/>Listening<BR/><BR/>In the quiet of the midnight<BR/>Hear the breathing cross the hall<BR/>Tiny inhale<BR/>Tiny exhale<BR/>Tiny rhythm rise and fall.<BR/><BR/>All can’t be bad,<BR/>I can’t be sad <BR/>When I pause to recall<BR/>The rhythm of your breathing<BR/>When you were very small.Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00670857919750760186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-89506342324912870542009-03-29T17:46:00.000-07:002009-03-29T17:46:00.000-07:00Hi Kim,Here's a simple Haiku. It matches my book,...Hi Kim,<BR/><BR/>Here's a simple Haiku. It matches my book, sort of!<BR/><BR/>Goodbye sweet swallow,<BR/>Fly free past the equator,<BR/>Back again next spring.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for inviting me to participate!Kathryn Fitzmauricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06575369841127438260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-57299823094885410462009-03-29T01:15:00.000-07:002009-03-29T01:15:00.000-07:00Can't write poetry to save my life. But I'll read ...Can't write poetry to save my life. But I'll read what others have written. That would save you all from cringing.Christina Farleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03459203755170266842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-68012006436837646842009-03-28T17:01:00.000-07:002009-03-28T17:01:00.000-07:00I love it Rena especially since you're a bird resc...I love it Rena especially since you're a bird rescuer.Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-14302554381628643972009-03-28T15:32:00.000-07:002009-03-28T15:32:00.000-07:00Oh, I wish I was good at this stuff, but I'm not.B...Oh, I wish I was good at this stuff, but I'm not.<BR/><BR/>Birdie, birdie <BR/>In the yard<BR/>Birdie, birdie<BR/>Hit so hard<BR/><BR/>Birdie, birdie<BR/>Are you okay?<BR/>Birdie, birdie<BR/>You flew away!<BR/><BR/>Bahahaha -- see what I mean? ;)Rena Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02328844122193024220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-11488723936254067602009-03-28T13:01:00.000-07:002009-03-28T13:01:00.000-07:00Great Bish: Thanks for joining the poetry party.Great Bish: Thanks for joining the poetry party.Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-9526740650197823792009-03-28T12:19:00.000-07:002009-03-28T12:19:00.000-07:00Here's a haiku.The sky was cloudybut I paused to l...Here's a haiku.<BR/><BR/>The sky was cloudy<BR/>but I paused to look at it<BR/>and now it is clearBish Denhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13359927719391990534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704325586983583256.post-16045255191539930172009-03-28T08:05:00.000-07:002009-03-28T08:05:00.000-07:00You are sooo wonderful to play along. Thanks Brend...You are sooo wonderful to play along. Thanks Brenda!Kimbra Kaschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16955657301998255029noreply@blogger.com