Prompt: Write a poem that is an advertisement…? Not exactly sure about this.

PUPPY FOR SALE

Kisses waiting for you
Adorable pup tis true
Life is boring get something new!

Puppy breath all day
Time for some fun, ok?
Many smiles are coming your way!

Call for more info
You want one, I know…
Ok, ready, set, GO!!

THE OLD WISE BARN

If walls could speak
This old barn would say
Cheer up my friend
God knows the way…

For love to brim
And flow through your heart
From this day forward
You simply will start…

To see the beauty
That is all around
The smiles, the laughter
The blessings are found…

In seeing the best
In the people you love
Steadfast and consistent
God knows from above…

The path that’s before you
He knows what is best
Trust in His wisdom
It will bring needed rest.

I published this poem on my first blog, back on April 22, 2010.  I was going through a particularly rough time of life, living in the wilderness and grappling with the reality of Aspergers in my family.  I was exploring what I could do with words and after spending a few hours at a deserted barn, and truly beautiful setting (take a look at the post in full), I penned the following.  Even reading it today, it paints a nice picture still of the serenity of the moment with the birds at the pond.

From my journal…

“Yesterday I went out to the old barn on Butternut corner and snooped around. It was peaceful and just a gorgeous day. The sky was brilliant blue with glowing white clouds, bursting like popcorn in the vast sky. The birds sang their songs, all voices joining into a melodious choir, while the bees buzzed their percussion accompaniment as they danced from tiny flower to tiny flower. The ducks and one lone goose began the symphony with a flurry of noise, mingled with an odd sounding squeak at each flap of their wings, sounding like a soggy wet tennis shoe on a polished gymnasium wood floor. They fluttered through the sky, sending their scolding voices, darting one way, then circling back in the opposite direction, seemingly confused by the presence of the new intruder at their pond. The lone goose stayed longer in the weeds, carefully watching each step as the human came around the cow-path, narrowing the gap that offered safety to the lingering bird. With a frenzy of legs and wings, he ran across the water before lifting lightly into the sky, adding his own rusty hinge sound to the orchestra of nature.”

The prompt today – Noir.
1. Of or relating to the film noir genre.
2. Of or relating to a genre of crime literature featuring tough cynical characters, and bleak settings.

LOCK & KEY

Tall and sleek he stood with grace
His shoulders square and broad
Dark glasses coat and hat worn low
No one would see a fraud

His craft was words he used with skill
He dreamed them while he slept
The girl so innocent sweet and young
But soon her heart he swept

He offered dreams through words of love
She listened rapt with smiles
Naive with trust she heard the words
He spoke across the miles

She gave him all, her heart her soul
Her friendship free and true
She dreamed he’d one day give it back
‘Twas something he’d never do

The life he had was good enough
To leave it was no gain
And having love across the miles
‘Twas only her to blame

The fact that she adored him so
Brought strength to soul and mind
To cut the cord that filled a need
Why would he draw that line?

And so his crime was stolen love
He held with lock and key
To turn the lock he never would
Their hearts could not be free.

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
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A few days ago, I decided that during this poetry month of April, I would share poems from the past every 7th day.  Today, I will share a poem that I wrote back in 1990.  It is the first poem that I cared about, born of heartbreak, and written from the heart.  I think it’s safe to say it was inspired by things deeper than nature or the weather.

The paper is now worn and tired, but the words will never lose their meaning…

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
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My guest author is my cousin, whom I have met twice.  I love that I’m related to her and love that we’ve connected on FB.  She actually sent me 2 poems, but the 2nd one will have to wait till the 14th when I share another poem from the past, and another poem from her.  Enjoy!

GIVE IT A TRY

I have a cousin named Kristy
Whose poetry has inspired me

What are the tools?
I don’t know the rules

Give it a try, what’s to lose
Words put together
But I have to choose

Fear and hesitation
Could be my occupation

What the heck
I’ll stick out my neck

Having fun
Until I’m done…
Now!

By Darlene, 4-6-13
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
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SHADES OF GRAY

Shades of gray and white and blue
Skies of peace on one side of you

Sheets of gray falling to earth
Springtime growth to gain new birth

Rolling floating thick and bold
Painting the sky with stories untold

Thin and wispy sky peeks through
Sunshine glows with beauty true

Every direction sees something new
Shades of gray and white and blue

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
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TALES OF LIFE

Tales of daily life drone on
Shared through poem, not through song

Flat and dry the words do seem
To share with magic, I only can dream

Insignificant the things I share
Of daily life, here and there

Surface words deeper meaning not found
Each day passes, while time goes round

Through words a picture stamps the mind
Advanced vocabulary, I soon must find

To make the tale of interest to all
Myself a poet, might someday I call

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
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