My Word of the Month poem for March

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One Time When I was Little

One time when I was little
and we lived in Ajo, Arizona,
our neighbor Mrs. Joe Geiger
made tacos and invited me

and Mr. Joe Geiger and I
got into a contest to see
who could eat the most tacos
and we tied

so next day at school a girl said
I smelled bad and my teacher sniffed
and said so too and moved me
to the front of the room so my
garlic breath wouldn’t kill anybody

and later I found out that
Ajo means garlic in Spanish
so that makes my story funny
so ha ha.

The March Word of the Month word is . . .

Hi everyone,

I scheduled today’s post some time ago. I may or may not be in a place today where I’ll have access to deleting the February poems but that won’t keep you from posting your March poems. I’ll clean up when I can.

And the word is: GARLIC.

I look forward to the creative ways you’ll find to entertain us with this historic word. Go!

My December Word of the Month poem

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Here’s my December poem told in a Curtal sonnet.

Making it for Mom

Back in the 50s they called it junior high.
In 8th grade I took a class called shop.
I knew little about tools but I could draw.
I approached the coming experience with many a sigh,
Totally intimidated by the backdrop
Of machinery pounding, grinding, the shriek of saw.

First we had to imagine, visualize,
And draw what we hoped to make without a flaw.
Too bad I couldn’t draw it and then stop.
My glue-smeared ice bucket was no prize.
But mom said, “Awe.”

(c) David L. Harrison

Beginning my Word of the Month poem

BULLETIN: I finished the first draft at 9:50. I’ll be ready to post tomorrow.

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Here’s the format I’ll work with today for the Curtal sonnet.
/////a
/////b
/////c
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/////b
/////c

/////d
/////c
/////b
/////d
//c

The rules will require me to include five stressed syllables in each line so I’ve indicated them here. I’m allowed as many unstressed syllables as needed so I have not included them in this schematic. The a rhyme will appear two times. The b rhyme will appear three times, the c rhyme four times, and the d rhyme twice. Feel free to join me with one of your own if you like.

My November Word of the Month poem

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Shhh

“Don’t tell a soul,”
I say sincerely,
meaning you’re
the tenth I’ve told,
knowing with
my trusted friends
my secret will be
cheaply sold
to every friend
they know or will,
admonishing,
“Don’t tell a soul,”
until each friend
is out of friends
and only then,
if truth be told,
my secret will be
safe at last,
no need to say,
“Don’t tell a soul.”

by David L. Harrison