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NaPoWriMo #30

English: The title page of Poems in two volume...

English: The title page of Poems in two volumes, the series of works by William Wordsworth. Original work was published before 1923 (US) and unknown authorship before 1939 (UK). It would be impractical, and I believe impossible, to find who originally held the copyright, and its status now. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Illustration of "The Trusting Child"...

Illustration of “The Trusting Child”, a poem by Lydia Sigourney which appeared in Poems for the Sea, Hartford: H.S. Parsons & Co., 1850. Page 41. See (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Village Blacksmith Poem (Longfellow)

The Village Blacksmith Poem (Longfellow) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Title page, Poems Upon Several Occasions (1748...

Title page, Poems Upon Several Occasions (1748) by Mary Leapor (1722-1746) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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English: Frontispiece to Phillis Wheatley’s Poems on Various Subjects… Русский: Филлис Уитли, портрет из сборника её стихов. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Rossetti was interested in figures locked in embrace; cf. the embracing figures at the bottom of the Mystical Nativity (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I did it!  I wrote 30 poems in 30 days!  Here is my last poem for NaPoWriMo 2013:


Here we are

at the end of the month already

and we’ve written so many poems

Feels good, doesn’t it?


All good things eventually end

but we can look forward to next April.

Shall we try the NaNoWriMo in November?

Maybe the adventurous will

(the jury is still out on whether I will be in that group or not).



NaPoWriMo #29


My, but she’s a pretty one

you would never know that she wanted to roll up her leaves

dry up

stop the admiration of others

and just start  life again as a tiny, precious splash of color


She is beautiful but very fragile

very delicate indeed

yet her stem is strong

and she sure has had her times of windy weather

threatening to blow her down


The deer and squirrels have chewed at her bulb

and root rot threatened to destroy

She’s been trampled by kids and stray baseballs

and dogs wanting to use her soil as a place for their bones

but she’s still here


Pretty Flower reached a turning point lately

it happened during the April Snow of ’13

If I can get through this, she thought

then I can get through anything

Maybe all these bad things happening to me

is the secret to my strength


Now I don’t want to curl up and die

it’s much too soon for that

I have a life to be lived

it is right here, right now

and I am whole



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NaPoWriMo #21

Inside of a Grand Piano

Inside of a Grand Piano (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oops!  It looks like I did not post a NaPoWriMo for the 21st.  Here it is…


I took a long, beautiful walk this morning

enjoying the spring sights, smells, and sounds

when I was particularly entranced by a grand piano

that was next to someone’s window


I’ve walked past that house hundreds of times

but today for some reason was different

I think I was remembering my piano-playing days

not to mention, when I saw the piano today

the word “glissando” immediately came to mind


The flourish of my right arm

and the graceful twist of my right wrist

used to help my fingers travel up the keyboard

and let loose some beautiful sounds


Oh Debbie, remember loving the piano?

You could display a wide range of emotions

right then and there on one instrument

It was fun to play classical music and even ragtime

popular songs too and soul-comforting stuff

until of course you were forced to stop playing


I wish I had never stop stopped

It’s beyond me now

but I still to this day

wonder if my talent is still around

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NaPoWriMo #20

English: Uppercase and lowercase Greek letter ...

English: Uppercase and lowercase Greek letter wau (digamma), an archaic letter of the Greek alphabet. Times New Roman font alike. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


He recalled the days back in college
before he went to the seminary
how he loved a sweet girl
how she gloriously turned his life upside down

He was in love with another
and planned to marry her
but the sweet girl was firmly in his heart
even though she had told him he had to choose between she and her

He graduated from pre-sem then
nevermore to see the sweet one
Sure, he continued to write to her for a short while
he couldn’t forget her smile
her warmth, her infectious laugh, her wit

One day he decided to become very transparent
but yet he was scared to admit he shouldn’t love her
He wrote her something Greek in one of his letters
surely she would never catch on, but at least he was able to state his feelings

The sweet girl of course had feelings for him too
took the letter to her minister so he could translate the Greek
the letter said “I will always love you”
and the love that was great between them was confirmed

Years went by and he married his first love
and the sweet girl found a husband that adored her
they live in different states
but even now she thinks of him fondly

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NaPoWriMo #14


They say coffee gets them going

and with writers, their thoughts start flowing.

Me?  I don’t like the stuff

Water, milk and juice is enough.


Sugar is what I am quite attracted to,

sweets for the sweet, they say ~~

Giving sugar up is very hard to do

Having fun with sugar is my way to play.


Salt is what some people crave

the road to a higher blood pressure, it will pave.

It gives meals a taste to savor ~~

and you don’t even have to waiver.


Nothing is bad if done in moderation —

that’s a right dandy quotation.

However, as I try to learn this small trick,

I feel like a sad, water-logged candle wick.


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NaPoWriMo #13

Richard Warren, among 10 passengers in the lan...

Richard Warren, among 10 passengers in the landing party, when the Mayflower arrived at Cape Cod, November 11, 1620 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The people coming over on the Mayflower

were a brave people

guided by their faith and aspirations.

They chose a road little traveled

because it would lead to a goal ~

freedom and life.

In America, they learned new ways

and built community amongst themselves.


I am here now

as a modern-day pilgrim.

My course is set

and my faith is ready to lead the way.

There are obstacles to overcome

but this is just part of life.

A whole new world awaits me

though the path may get rough.

I forge ahead,

knowing that trials and learning experiences

will build my character,

and with pain comes beauty out of ashes.


I am — a pilgrim.

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NaPoWriMo #8

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English: Photo of a proud tom turkey Català: És una fotografia d’un gall dindi en epoca d’aparellament (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


You remember that Rachael is our newest cat?

She is very small and classier than the Cat in the Hat.

Every early morning she rushes to her favorite place

to see her favorite wild turkeys almost face to face.

Almost all year three tom turkeys stroll past

and look for food by our front deck.

Lately the hens hang out, they make their visit last

and watch the tom with the scrawny neck.

The hens could about Tom care less

Even as he puts on his courting show.

His tail feathers fan out for who he admires, Bess,

He really hopes she won’t say no.

Today Tom again came calling

but lo, his confidence is falling.

The hens had already come and gone,

They weren’t interested in his feathery brawn.

Rachael waits for the hens to come back,

she seems to be on their side.

She’s concerned about the hens and their lack

and wants her Mama to bring them inside.

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NaPoWriMo #6



Eating Disorder, Ed,

let go of your hooks in me.

Your thinking is strange and perverted

Making me wonder how I ever listened to you.

It was difficult as a child

not to listen to you

since your comfort was there

anytime I needed it.

Much later, sure it was fun

weight lifting and doing cardio

till I was buff and “hot”,

but it was an empty victory.

I had worked on my physical self

and didn’t even know about my insides.


Now I know

there is more to life than physical looks.

It is inner beauty I am aiming for instead.

I am embracing health and good practices

not to reach a deadline or number on the scale,

but to enjoy and last for a lifetime.

I am gathering some of what you stole from me

as my eating disorder program providers

tell me I’m doing great.

Food does not take me to Nirvana,

but it is simply fuel for my body.


You asked me why I’m not on a diet.

I am not into quick fixes,

and the scale is a hideous way to measure success.

That’s how you survive, Ed,

by having people search for quick fixes.

Well, Ed Monster,

I am through with you.

I’m choosing life today,

a physical, emotional, mental way to live well

and a life everlasting.

Go to hell, Ed!



NaPoWriMo #5



I wish you could see

how you’re really displeasing me now.

You are not on a diet – how come?

Don’t you, shouldn’t you,

want to be perfect like Hollywood folks?

You never crash dieted and didn’t want to, either.

But you did lose a lot of weight three times in your life,

so I wanted you to know that I was the one behind it.

I whispered into your soul

that you could be happy and win love and friendship

just by being tiny.

The people who under-eat or don’t eat at all

have been guided by me as well.

Can’t you tell?

I want you to stop going to your eating disorder program.

Don’t believe what they tell you there,

because I really do want you to be happy.

To be happy means to strive to be perfect

until there is nothing left to prove.

Your health?

You don’t need those vitamins and minerals to be healthy,

neither do you need nutritious food.

That’s just a bunch of hogwash.

What you need is a lot of junk food

that clogs up your system and addles your mind.

Or, you absolutely don’t need any food at all!

You will never be thin enough,

so you’d better start struggling with a diet.

It’s the only way to go –

indeed yes, many people go out of life that way,

they just can’t try any more.

Join me tomorrow to hear someone else speak out.  Debb

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NaPoWriMo Poem #2


The place – the horrid, horrid place

where no light ever comes

and everything is buzzing around or lost


This place resides within him,

this drug addict of old

What is this wasteland?

It is in his brain

the place where death and life are congruent


A map was never forged for this wasteland

and indeed, it was never wanted

but addiction made it impossible

to make good choices that used to be there


Nothing attainable anymore

No dreams, plans, wishes

or even Love

Wastelands generally don’t allow visitors

even if someone did want to visit


Barren, ancient, brittle

no longer can meet in the middle

Burned eggs stuffed in crevices

make up this former brain

All synapses are shot

Receptors don’t know that they are supposed to receive


It is possible

for a person to live when his brain is dead

but what kind of life can it be for him?

I wish I could give some hope,

understanding that he could feel

and the knowledge that actually,

yes indeed, God still cares