My Word of the Month poem for March

Hi everyone,

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

Hi everyone,
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.

Hi everyone,
Here’s the format I’ll work with today for the Curtal sonnet.


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

Hi everyone,

“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,
“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