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Wintery Words Poem In Spring

It is meant to be spring, but it still feels like winter! Winter refuses to leave. A lingering season, grinning at our discomfort. Hence, this little poem. Brrr... Chilly Winds Out There Winter grins Chilly winds Teeth are all a'chatter Rug up tight Fading light Falling leaves All scatter. Winter grins Chilly winds Icy gales blow Step around Muddy ground Everywhere I go . Winter grins Chilly winds Clouds gather in a cluster Lightning flashes Thunder crashes Tis' a menacing southerly buster. Winter grins Chilly winds Race to beat the storm Shut the door Against the roar Inside, safe and warm. Alan j Wright

Fun With Word Pattern Poetry

Poets sometimes like to play around with structure and shape. And because it is #Poetry Friday, I decided to play around with some poetry structures. It was at this point I found myself aware of poetry's connection to mathematics. I began to think of a structure involving a word pattern that went: First line -3 words Second line- 2 words Third line - 1 word Fourth line -1 word Fifth line - 2 words Sixth line - 3 words So the pattern went like this: 3,2,1,1,2,3. The poem is dependent on word count per line, not syllables. I'm really not sure what to call this poetic structure. Maybe, I could call them Flip Poems. If anybody has used this structure before and knows exactly what it is called, kindly let me know. My research has so far not turned up anything to suggest these poems have a given name. Here are a couple of examples from my notebook. In the morning Magpies carol Joyfully This Daily birdsong Warms my heart

When Smells Inspire Poets- Sandra's Lunch

Sometimes a poet can be inspired by a smell, an aroma. That smell can be sweet and cloying or it can be putrefying and decaying, like stinky shoes. The poet may have a nose attuned to noticing particular smells. Our senses are a wonderful thing to call upon when writing. This poem is dedicated to all those stinkers who think it's cool to torture our nostrils with their foul smelling  fishies  in tins. If it smells that bad, surely it doesn't deserve to be eaten. SANDRA'S LUNCH Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch? Munch and crunch! Munch and crunch! Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch? Do you want to know? I think I have certain hunch Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch I think I have a certain hunch Do you want to know? Well, yesterday was curried egg Curried egg Curried egg Yesterday was curried egg The day before salami The things you find in Sandra's lunch Are enough to drive you barmy! One day, her lunch I tell yo