I am not your mother…

       statues under Naples in Italy April 2019 taken by Joy Acey

 

The Usage of Not
by Jeanne Poland

I am not your mother…
yet you make my breast milk run.

I am not your father
yet I model balancing the bank account.

I am not your daughter
yet I prune your flowers and lovingly arrange them.

I am not your butler
yet I fold your clothes dryer cornered and straight.

I am not your teacher
yet I accord you director’s chair.

I am not your student
yet I listen and discern each distinction you create.

I am not your partner
yet I move with you, the icing on your cake.

Try to avoid me…
as I skittle down your tongue to the deep throat below!

Sunrises

Sunrise at Joy Acey’s Kapa’a Kauai.jpg

Neil Waldman

Maine Coast

Hai-kuuu! God bless you!

JOY ACEY  @ Highlights Foundation

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A Sprinkling of Haiku for you:

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alive
with stillness
standing by the meadow

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bees humming
tipping pink edges
of the white hydrangea

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rusty wheel
on the rock wall
color weeping

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one bird chirp
joins
the cricket song.

JOY

(9/9/2017)

Rhyme Wrangler

Tony Medina

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“Are you going to tase me, bro?”

Tony asks of Joy when she discourages his rhyming the haiku.

“I’m getting renga neck” he complains when the round table renga haiku whisk around the room.

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“black sky sparkles

each star’s silent dance

folding into night”

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the renga master:

Rainbows

Joy took the rainbow

to Kauai, where seals unfurled

Pacific’s spectrum

Please see: https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2012/03/13/trust-is-a-rainbow/

Definition #204 Tanka Poem

                                                                               baby quail

Tanka Poem by Joy Acey:
Twenty baby quail
scurry and scatter, running
under their mothers
breasts offering protection
soothing comfort, feathered love

A tanka is a syllabric poem made up of 5 lines.
Line 1 = 5 syllables
Line 2 = 7 syllables
Line 3 = 5 syllables
Line 4 = 7 syllables
Line 5 = 7 syllables

It is like a haiku with two extra 7 syllable lines.

Imps

imp

The rascal met the urchin
the devil and the sprite;

they frolicked in the forest
scampered, snapped to fright;

then terrorized the monkeys,
monsters, goblins, night!

thank you, Joy Acey for the prompt!

Fibonacci

This is my color rendering of Fibonacci’s math formula

And here is Joy Acey’s Fibonacci poem:
MY DOG
Bark,
BARK!
My dog
likes to bark.
Round and round she turns
then settles on the rug to sleep.

Today’s poem is a FIB–a poem based on Fibonacci’s number. Try writing your own FIB today.

A Mortimer Minute (A Poetry Bunny Hop)

Watch those bunny teeth!

Bunny Question #1:
What does it take to be a children’s poet?
Answer:
chutzpah

Bunny Question #2
Do poets use slang?
Answer:
Often. They call it “colloquialism”. And it works well when it rings with meter, rhyme and local flavor.

Bunny Question #3
Can a poem have no words?
Answer:
Some poems are sounds like this one from Germany.
http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2013/10/05/music-for-cats/

I am touched by Joy Acey’s invite to spend a Mortimer Minute with these lively poets who preceeded me.
Feel free to visit their blogs:
http://www.nowaterriver.com/poetry-friday-the-mortimer-minute-childrens-poetry-blog-hop/
http://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/2013/09/mortimer-minute.html
http://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2013/09/mortimer-is-in-house.html
http://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/2013/09/childrens-poetry-blog-hop.htm
http://www.poetryforkidsjoy.blogspot.com

Here is a video of me reading one of my favorite poems.
https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2011/08/23/bit-by-a-bug/

Finally,
I would like to invite all those poets who take time to visit this blog to take a Mortimer Moment.
Just reply in the comments section if you are interested.