Sunday, May 02, 2010

Out of Doors



Yesterday I found two nests. One in a vacant bird house, and one a true mouse bed,very well made -- like my son's big puff -- full of bird feathers. This is a picture of the mouse bed. I found it in the wood pile. Mice love wood piles!

FOR THE MOUSE

How nice a nest,
full of feathers,
full of fur;
the care you took
to create this place
is proof on earth
of endless grace.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

How Can I Help Children in Gaza?

Please consider visiting United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East : United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East
Also, please do not copy the image of this child. The artwork, by artist Michael Thompson, is here by permission only. 

I am Gaza


I am Gaza
Originally uploaded by freestylee

by the kind permission of Michael Thompson

(This poem isn't working. I have revised it and it's a bigger mess.The more I think about it, the more I am certain that Michael Thompson's art says it all.)

Saturday, March 13, 2010

What's Mad Cool At School, and What's Not So Hot

What's Mad Cool about School, and What's Not so Hot

Lice are not nice!
When you scratch you think twice:
who's there, in my hair?
Why me, it's not fair?
No, lice are not nice!
Do I need a short shave?
Mom says, behave and be brave.
Because lice are not nice,
no, lice are not nice. No!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Feeling Like I Let You Down

I am so sorry and want to apologize for not writing in a while. I should have given a little notice that I was caught up in a tree on a hill watching the snow drift and fall and not able to put pen to paper because my fingers have been too darn cold. I hope to write something soon. I hear the snow drip, drip off the branches and the ice in the bird bath turned into a little pool today. Thaw is here. Will write soon!

Friday, November 06, 2009

The Little Sadness Poem --revised a few times







You ask,

what is it that isn't there?

The color of the trees before

their limbs went bare.

What is it that isn't there?



What remains is music

that floated once in air.

The sweater that you wore

held a single strand of hair.

Ghazal for Autumn. Ghazals for Children


fall
Originally uploaded by garagesoap

Ghazal for October

My dog picks up his gait in October
Cool weather stepping for our Nate, in October

Nights cold, days sweater warm, the leaves blushed,
wrapped in red and gold for their date in October.


Behind the brown prickly heads of coneflowers
Grew peach-colored mums at the gate in October.


The moonlit walk through the dark dry leaves with candy
on our tongues, such sweet dreams, the bait in October.


The warm kitchen smells of cinnamon and apples.
Please… One more piece on my plate in October!


On the horse-pulled cart, a vine of voices,
Jostle to our pumpkin patch fate in October.

 
The forest symphony quit. Crickets and peepers
Packed their instruments and now its silent, late in October.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ghazal's written inspired by Miss Rumphius Effect
Please let me know if you can't find the Ghazal for October (Problem with the HTML).
If you haven't read a ghazal before :

1. Each couplet is its own jewel. Couplets are not related. Perhaps, emotionally but not semantically.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Inspired by Miss Rumphius and Wallace Stevens (of course)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Cicada in August

I
Within the forest oaks
the only sound is the drum
of the male cicadas.
II
I was of one mind
like the patient oak
that waits the cicadas' climb.
III
The cicada flew into the glass.
It buzzed on its side
like a broken pinwheel
in the wind.
IV
It's one with the marvelous heroes:
The cicada climbs the nearest support,
splits open its shell
and emerges.
V
I do not know which amazes more:
The slow underground life of the young,
or the sight of nymphal skins in August's trees.
VI
The fans blew the hot air
across the room.
Pages curled on the desk.
Far off they were climbing.
Their small sound organ
thunderous.

VII
You admirers of feathered wings,
Do you not see
the long translucent beatings
of this tiny bright eyed thing?
VIII
I know scales and arpeggios,
the tyranny of the bow,
but the cicada
knows the essence
of what I hope to know.
IX
When the cicada
moved on
the oak tree slept.
X
As the cicadas sing
together, throwing their rhythm
into the darkness,
even the bomba dancer
cannot command the beat.
XI
She sped her sports car over highways
her wrists clicking with bracelets.
At night she dreams
all her charms and rings
are cicadas with emeralds
for wings.
XII
The leaves are turning.
The old cicadas must be dying.
XIII
It was hot and humid all day and evening.
The clouds came.
The cicadas clung
to their branches.

Monday, July 20, 2009


Leonardo da Vinci Park ~
Originally uploaded by alicepopkorn - busy

I will bring an umbrella. One should never forget their umbrella.
Photo by Alicepopkorn-busy a Flickr.com


LEONARDO DA VINCI PARK (for Isabella)

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
an apple for my teacher, and an anteater because picnics always have ants and I am bringing butter biscuits
in case there aren't any ants.


Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
crunchy cashews, and a chirpy chimpanzee,
some delicious dumplings, dazzling diamonds
Elegant eggplants and even eclairs for
the fairies found in the flowers.


Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
galloping gazelles, high stepping horses,
and individually wrapped icecreams
just in time for jumping with my friends
Jane, Jasmin, and Junette.
.


Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
from Australia a Kangaroo who gets a kick out of kielbasa
and one lively lioness
who loves lunaria, and many marvelous monkeys
full of mischief and munchies made with marshmellows.

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
nine noisy nuthatches in a nest. Nothing more.

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park
and I am bringing olives, oysters, oatmeal cookies,
and an opened box of paint for painting
portraits quick and quaint
of a really rude red rooster who slips and slides
over a seesaw to steal my saltine crackers and soggy sandwiches
that truly taste terrible.

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
an umbrella from Umbria, and an ugly duckling under my arm for all of us
to admire (because the ugly duckling is really a beautiful swan.)

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
a painting signed "Vincent" of a vase with welcoming sunflowers.

Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
friends: Xavier, YOU, Zak, Zoe, and Zelda.

I love the park, don't you?

Sunday, July 05, 2009

I can't resist. Here's a firefly joke:

What happened to the dog that swallowed a firefly?

It barked with de-light!

Saturday, July 04, 2009


Firefly Poem (revision) Photo Creative Commons
Originally uploaded by V31S70

Mami said let's ride in the car;
I wore my pajamas and she drove very far...

We went through a forest, thick with dark trees.
I slept the whole way with my head on my knees.

Then she stopped, got out, at the top of a hill
Where we spread out a blanket and sat very still.

Diamonds were falling, a dazzling delight;
Bright-eyed were we by firefly light.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009


Happy Sheep
Originally uploaded by David Masters

The Fisheep (a fantasy mammal/fish)

Unlike a true fish
the fisheep doesn't swim very deep
rather, it swishes along and floats
like something made of cotton but a boat.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Stay tuned for poems about these hybrids --

The Frogrilla
jagrabbit
eeligator
coquibus
bearcoon
and the infamous fisheep

Fishes
Originally uploaded by katmere

What is Creative Commons? You will often see photographs posted on this blog by other people. I write the posts but borrow these photographs. These photographers have chosen to use a different type of copyright --not the ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. I find these sharing/caring people's photos in a flickr search for "Creative Commons." You can share their photos as long as you give their identity as the creator. It's very cool. That you everyone in the Creative Commons pool. Love swimming with you!

Sunday, May 31, 2009


common toad waiting for food
Originally uploaded by bjortklingd

(As you can see, this is a "common toad," a distant relative of the Toadonkey whose ears are, of course, much bigger.)

Toadonkeys

Very rare and hard to spot.
The largest of farm toads,
more toad than not.
Their spring song is more a bray
familiar like a mare
but not quite a neigh
nay, I say its hard to say
exactly as they are so seldom seen or heard.
They're fast with their legs up front;
they kick behind in a huge gallump.
A miniature seesaw,
they sometimes sing heehaw, heehaw!

Monday, May 25, 2009


summer is dancing
Originally uploaded by alicepopkorn




I Love Summer Time

I like to feel the sun shine
I like to dip my feet in water cold
I like to skip between the chalk lines
until my days grow old

I like it if the birds still sing
When my dreams take wing,
when it's light,
And the fireflies light up the night

I love summer time
flavored ices bought with dimes
knees scraped and banged up blue
all my wild days long overdue

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Not Another Bee Poem, Oh no!!!!!


Outside my window was a bee
a fuzzy, humming bumble bee
going about its bee-business busily
buzzing, obviously with glee;
as far a I could see,
it was happy being busy in a daffodil flower
when I spied it in that early morning hour.