NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 1, ‘A Foolish Lune’

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A Foolish Lune
by Kimberly Bower

Be on guard today
April’s fools
All come out to play.

A lune is a poetic form consisting of 3 lines with a 5-3-5 syllable pattern. An alternate form counts words rather than syllables.

Photo credit: Instagram @vib_shukla

NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 30, ‘Foreclosure’

Photo credit: Occupy* Posters under CC License

Photo credit: Occupy* Posters
under CC License

Foreclosure

by Kimberly Bower

F : Family

O : ousted, homeless

R : Rottweiler surrendered to Animal Control

E : everything lost, hopeless

C : court orders, gavel pounds

L : locks changed, new

O : owner

S : smiles, celebrating

U : unbelievable profit

R : realized

E : end of life as we know it.

Pick a Poem display

Pick a Poem display

Pick a Poem display at PBC Library System
by Kimberly Bower

NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 23, ‘Five Senses of Intimidation’

Sucker Punch Photo credit:  Cayusa, flickr under CC license

Sucker Punch
Photo credit: Cayusa, flickr
under CC license

Five Senses of Intimidation

by Kimberly Bower

The sight of foes approaching

The sound of voices yelling

The touch of fists connecting

The taste of blood

The smell of fear

Intimidation.

NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 22, ‘Five Senses of Persecution’

Bonfire Night, Lewes, E Sussex (Procession of Bonfire Societies in remembrance of protestant martyrs) Photo credit: Jon S Page

Bonfire Night, Lewes, E Sussex (Procession of Bonfire Societies in remembrance of protestant martyrs)
Photo credit: Jon S Page

Five Senses of Persecution

by Kimberly Bower

The smell of kerosene

The sound of matches striking

The sight of crosses burning

The taste of ash

The touch of death

Persecution.

Poem Noir

I can *see* this poem living on an old projector reel. Well done.

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I can see her in the lamplight,

Red hair and kitten heels,

A cigarette smokes in her hand,

I know just how it feels.

I’d love to go and say hello,

And ask her for a drink,

But I’ve watched this dame for days and nights

And she’s hovering on the brink.

I was hired by her husband,

Who’s a low-down dirty rat,

But he’s got the folding green stuff,

And I’d like a bit of that.

To keep me in neat bourbon,

To help me pay the rent,

‘Cause I have to dodge the landlord,

And believe me, he’s no gent.

There’s a scar across his knuckles

From the last time that we met,

If he sees my empty hands again

I know just what I’ll get.

So I’m following this beauty,

‘Til I catch her with a guy,

And I get a coupla photos,

‘Cause a photo doesn’t…

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 20, ‘Zen Garden’

zen postcard

Photo credit: Kimberly Bower

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Today’s prompt is to use a photo as a postcard and write a poem to accompany it.

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