My Word of the Month poem for June

Hi everyone,

Here’s my offering for June inspired by the word, ON. This time I tried something a little different.

Comin’ On

‘Cause you’re bigger,

I guess you figure

I’m not comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m not comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m not comin’ on nonny non.

But I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’.

Non nonny non nonny non.

‘Cause you’re older,

you think you’re bolder,

but I’m comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on nonny non.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’.

Non nonny non nonny non.

‘Cause you’re taller,

you think I’m smaller,

but I’m comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on nonny non.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’,

Non nonny non nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’,

Non nonny non nonny non, yeah!

© 2021 David L. Harrison

And the Word of the Month word for June is…

Hi everyone,

Another stellar month of poems and support. I am, as always, grateful to all who joined Word of the Mont Poetry Challenge in any way. Over the years I’ve been told by more than one poet that without this monthly prompt they might write far fewer poems or none at all. There’s nothing quite like a deadline, such as the end of the month, to spur us on to action. So to honor that thought I declare the word for June to be ON. Now let’s get on with it.

My Word of the Month poem for May

Hi everyone,

Sorry to be so slow getting to my poem for May, but here it is.

Now What?

This morning I can’t find my groove.

I had it when I went to bed,

ideas swimming through my head,

but somehow during the night it fled.

This morning I can’t find my groove.

My fickle groove is simply gone.

Without a note to say, “Adieu,”

it vanished leaving not a clue.

Now what am I going to do?

My fickle groove is simply gone

What will happen to me now?

When I awakened with the dawn,

my traitor groove had traveled on.

I’ve never felt so woebegone.

What will happen to me now?

My Word of the Month poem

Hi everyone,

Sorry it has taken me so long to post a Word of the Month poem for April. Here it is. Hope it amuses you.

THE MORAL IS…

Bobby Porter

Found a quarter

Shining in the street.

Bobby said,

“I think I orter

Buy a bite to eat.”

But then he sorter

Thought he orter

Save the shiny

Pretty quarter

To buy a better treat.

Bobby Porter

With his quarter

Fell upon his seat.

He hit so hard

It made him shorter,

Lost his quarter

On the street.

The moral is,

You really orter

Never save

A shiny quarter.

Go buy something sweet.

(c) 2021 David L. Harrison