Another challenge on our message board. If you would like to participate, come to the board. I post a challenge every weekend and you'll find the link
HERE. When you get there, click 'General Board' and the topics will appear.
I put a list of things, or items, that must appear in the poem. Each item must have its own stanza and the poem must have a theme. Participants must use at least 5 words from the list, or they may use all.
They don't see a picture until the page is published.
This is the list for this weekend (11-24-07)
"I could use a mug of hot coffee."
The poems are very imaginative and quite different from each other. I thought the results were very good and if you like what you read, let the poet know. We love feedback.
Along the sidewalk I did walk,
No one slowing down so we could talk,
Twas the crack of dawn,
The city had not begun to flex its brawn.
Early morning, people had a place to go,
Oh it seemed such an orderly flow.
Had to get to work on time,
Shucks I miss the old five and dime.
Storefront windows all filled with Christmas ware,
Hoping they gave it a décor with the right flair.
I stopped and looked and did wonder,
Who would buy some of this without a blunder.
Fur shops seem to be passé,
Red fox stoles are now, come what may.
Then I laughed about beaver coats,
If you wore one, you didn’t fall in the moat.
Autumn leaves still blowing around,
But there is snow now on the ground.
All sorts of trash on the street,
Everyone in a hurry that I meet.
Think I will into the brush take a walk,
Maybe see that old red fox I can talk.
Get out of the business,
Get out where there is less of a fuss.
Wind a blowing and it is cold,
As critters come closer, being bold.
I could use a mug of hot coffee steaming,
As I stepped into the creek and it was not gleaming.
By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
Standing on the sidewalk
Watching the parade go by
She laughed at the clowns
Until a tear filled her eye
The air was cold and brisk
So early in the morn
Wrapped in warm clothing
She couldn't feel forelorn
Reflecting in store windows
Showed the large crowd
When the mayor fell off the car
Laughter roared so loud
She felt something brush
Against the leg of her slack
When she saw what it was
She feared a frightful attack
A small red fox stood near
And at her seemed to stare
She gazed right back at it
Staying ever so aware
Autumn leaves kept falling
About them as they waited
She couldn't possibly see
A red fox she debated
"I must be still asleep
And this is all a dream
I need a mug of hot chocolate
So that I will not scream"
By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
"Hey Pat, wait up, yelled Donna", as I walked at a brisk pace down the sidewalk toward school.
I didn't want to be late nor break the tardy rule.
It was early morning, and the snow had already begun to fall.
I was in a hurry, and I didn't want to stall.
We walked past the storefront windows decorated for the Christmas holiday, so pretty.
The drugstore was my favorite, but no time to look, what a pity.
Donna's Mother wanted a coat with a Red Fox fur collar for Christmas this year,
But I didn't like animals killed for their fur or people putting on their wall a head of a deer.
The Autumn leaves were all gone, and the trees were bare.
Donna and I were covered in snow, and we looked like Frosty as we walked into the school and up the stairs.
We tried to brush each other off before we hung up our coats.
The teacher was busy at her desk writing her classroom notes.
She said, "I could use a mug of hot coffee", and we all agreed.
She got up and started writing our lesson plan on the board for all to read.
Another winter day at school before the Holiday break.
All I could think of was Mom's Christmas coconut cake.
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)
Early morning in a small rural town,
Very little traffic; very few around.
We drive up the street, park near the corner,
No problem finding a parking place without a meter warner.
I grab my camera, climb out of the car,
The air is chilly so I won't go far.
The sidewalks are brick, the buildings are old,
It's an area of wealth, historical I'm told.
The Red Fox Inn, right across the street,
A wide front window, where diners gather to eat.
Situated on a corner, it's a very popular place,
Where the horsey set dines, following a steeplechase race.
I take several pictures of storefront windows,
Decorated with swags, ornaments and bows.
Shop signs over the doors are unique and neat,
Artistic in design, hoping many customers to greet.
On the sidewalk, outside the bank,
Is a black wrought-iron thingy, which leaves me blank.
I find out later it's meant for boots,
For scraping off mud, dead grass and roots.
The trees overhead are still bearing leaves,
Beautiful autumn leaves hanging from branches above the eaves,
Of buildings, many of which are decorated for Christmas.
I take a lot of pictures, scenes of gold and rust.
Now, an hour later, I'm chilled but happy.
I have taken pictures for e-cards, webpages and scrapping.
But oh how I could use a mug of hot coffee, I think,
And when Ben comes, I say, "Let's get something hot to drink."
By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)
The woman looked as though she was battered down by time.
Shuffling down the sidewalk, searching for a dime.
Or a quarter, even a penny would be absolutely great.
Alone with empty pockets was usually her fate.
It was very early morning, mostly all was closed.
On the dumpster in the alley, a lone stray cat was posed.
The lady in the bakery gave her a buttered roll,
Now a cup of coffee was her next ambitious goal.
She used the storefront windows as her personal mirror.
Others might see a bag lady but her vision was much clearer.
She saw herself reflected at the age of twenty one.
When life was all ahead of her filled with joy and fun.
Her hair had been the color of a wild red fox.
Before the booze had opened up the lid of Pandora's Box.
Once she'd had a family but had to make a choice.
Chosen these bitter streets, and given up her voice.
Around her broken body autumn leaves had swirled.
Now would come the snowflakes and the winter's world.
Suddenly in the gutter, she spied a dollar bill!
Grabbed it and said, "Thanks Lord! I know you love me still!"
Using her gnarled fingers she brushed at her hair.
She didn't want to look as though she didn't care.
Looking at the dollar the choices weren't clear.
Should she get a coffee? Or buy another beer?
Up the street was the shelter, they had coffee there.
Although they were strict, they were definitely fair.
Through the door she marched, "I'm Fiona Jean Mac Ghee!"
She waved her dollar and said; "I could use a mug of hot coffee."
By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)
to day in fells point maryland
the day is brisk and chilled,
and it looks like a child has used brush paint
to make it look like autumn leaves
scattered on the sidewalk in the early morning.
when we walked to the storefront windows,
we saw the red fox displayed there.
the leaves crinkled on our walk,
and the chill went through us at this time.
i knew then that i needed a hot cup of coffee
to take with me on our walk home by the chesapeake bay.
By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)