NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month Challenge
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I have a wonderful dog named Ducky. He is my buddy and I wouldn’t change him for the world. He is sleeping beside me on the couch and his snoring gave me the opening line for this verse. Who he is gave me the rest. Enjoy! I’m A Lucky, Ducky Dad There is a puppy…
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I work in downtown Ottawa which is the capital of Canada. My office is a five minute walk from our Parliament building. Every morning in the summer there are homeless people sleeping in many of the doorways on my street. You see them year round with hats or cups in hand, sometimes with a sign.…
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My daughter will be moving out in a couple of months. It’s time, and I’m happy for her to be taking this step. But in my heart, she’s always going to be my little girl… and I’m going to miss her. FOR MY DAUGHTER I love my daughter very much, Each day I tell her…
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I’m a big science nerd, so sometimes it finds it’s way into my writing. Even now, when I stop and think about these things, I feel the same sense of wonder and amazement that I did as a kid. Enjoy! LOOK AT THE STARS About six billion years ago, To give or take a few. A…
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For those of you who don’t know, the idea of the National Poetry Month Writing Challenge, is to write 30 poems in 30 days. That’s why all of these posts are headed with NaPoWriMo. Every time I do this, I hit days where I have absolutely no idea what to write. As you may have…
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With all the division and bitterness in our society and in the news today, I felt the need to put something out there that’s a bit more positive. I hope you enjoy this take on our legacies. The ghosts we leave are people’s memories of us. A QUICK GUIDE TO YOUR “AFTER” LIFE A star I…
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The great thing about National Poetry Month is it coincides with the start of Spring. Which guarantees at least one easy subject. When the wonder and beauty of this season stops inspiring me, I’ll hang up my keyboard. In the meantime, there’s this… A Song of Spring The sweet touch of the Sun at…
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ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
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So… it’s April 1st once again and the kick off of National Poetry Month which means the start of the annual poetry writing challenge. The last time I tried this, things came up and I failed to meet my target of one poem per day for the full month. But here we are again and…
Brain Bits To Go 