NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Seven

Every day I post weird/holidays on my social media page.  Today one of the wacky/weird holidays is National Beer Day.  It seems on April 7, 1933, beer could once again be distributed and brewed, bought and sold in the United States. It was this weird holiday that gave me the idea for today’s poem.  Yes I wrote it in the style of Dr. Seuss, as I’m a fan of his.  A year or so ago I wrote a piece about wine in the same vain.  I just wanted to do something whimsical and fun today. With all that is going on at the moment we need a chuckle or two.  

Allan Ginsberg and Bernadette Geyer are the two poets for today.  To be honest I am not a fan of Ginsberg; but many are.  As for Bernadette Geyer, I never heard of her.  I’m finding it educational to read unknown poets.  The site I’m using gives a brief bio on the poets. 

My three line thought is about summer.  On a hot summer day, a frosty mug of beer just hits the spot.  (A few of the veterans clubs where I frequent have frosty mugs.  I ask to have my rum and coke served in the frosty mug.)  

I’ve used the weird/wacky holiday as inspiration for poems in years past.  I found a poem I composed in 2018 about National Beer Day. I’ve included it for today’s reading.  Enjoy and cheers. 

Until tomorrow....inspiration can come from anywhere; you just need to let it come to you. 

     

 Day 7.....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

A cold frosty mug of brew hits the spot

   Quenching my thirst on a hot summer day 

     It’s not yet summer....but I can dream

              ODE TO BEER

            © Scottie-ann Murphy 

I will drink beer here

 I will drink beer there

   I will drink beer most anywhere

Sitting on a sandy beach

 With a shot in my hand of Schnapps that is 

        peach 

On the glider swing in my backyard 

  While next to me Sylvia the cat sits guard

In a private club where a member I am

I’ll drink beer with Art, Lisa, Bill and Fran

At a karaoke bar, that is my favorite thing

  Mugs of brew I consume gives me 

        courage to sing

A longneck bottle from a bin of ice

   Quenches my thirst it does suffice 

Pale lager, stout, dark, brown ale and porter 

       beers

Lift up a cold frosty mug and let us all say 

        ‘CHEERS’

 I will drink from a bottle, mug, glass or a 

       can

Having beers with friends is a wonderful 

        plan

I’ll drink beer anywhere during the night or 

      the day

Hey.....I enjoy beer......there’s nothing left to 

        say

April 2018 

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                   CHEERS 

           © Scottie-ann Murphy 

    From a bottle....

       Or a can.......

        From the tap served in a

              pint or pilsner glass.....

    Or a frosty mug of draft.....

Beer🍻....beer🍻....beer🍻

Low calorie.....some less carbs....

   Dark in color.....or a golden 

      yellow.....a pale blonde

Made local from a brewery.....

     A micro-brewery.....

      Domestic brewed in the 

               USA....

         Or imported....

Few served with a lime, lemon or a slice of orange

Beer🍺....beer🍺....beer🍺

Everyone has their preference 

 A cold one on a hot summer day

It's colored green for St. Patrick's     

        Day

After thirteen long years

     In nineteen thirty-three 

Once again.....all could enjoy

So raise your mug, glass, bottle and can

It's April the seventh.....

         NATIONAL BEER DAY in the   

              USA!

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NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Six

I am a fan of hyacinths.  I love the sweet scent that just filters through the house. 

It seems I wrote a poem about them during National Poetry Month in 2012 and again in 2013 that is now in my book published in 2014.  For some reason I wrote another poem this year about hyacinths.  I think it’s their fragrance that fills the house that gives me ideas to compose these pieces.  When they are in bloom I don’t need to use a plug in or air freshener; they are what I said hyacinths are Mother Nature’s air freshener.  

Today I read poems by three poets. One poets was Robert Frost, who is known to everyone.  My favorite by him is “The Road Not Taken”.   I must confess I read this one every year during April.  (There are several poems I read yearly.) The other two poets I read were two I’ve never heard about prior; they are Daisy Fried and Annie Finch.  I am enjoying reading pieces by those poets I have now found.  

Today’s poem and thought centers around hyacinths.  In fact I’m going to post the one written in 2012 as a bonus. 

If you are reading poets, try reading the unknown ones I’ve mentioned (they were unknown to me).  

Until tomorrow....if you like hyacinths TRY to get one.  Of course being on lock down only place I’ll find any will be at the grocery store. Sure someone will comment it’s not an essential item for purchase but then people are buying things I don’t feel essential.  Having a hyacinth is essential to me to keep me stress free.  

Tomorrow I’ll post the other poem about hyacinths after all two is sufficient today. 

DAY 6....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

      Hyacinths scenting the air

            Mother Nature’s air freshener 

                 Who needs a Glade® Plug In

   

     MOTHER NATURE’S AIR FRESHENER II 

            © Scottie-ann Murphy

The scent of hyacinths filters throughout 

        my home

  The purple, white and pink flowers 

      A symbol of Easter and spring

Their perfumery fragrance....

                 Mother Nature’s air freshener

I take a deep breath........

   Inhale the sweet flowery aroma

I love hyacinths....their smell intoxicating 

  Unfortunately my allergies have another 

         opinion

Eyes watering.....nose stuffy

     

Achoo

          Achoo

                   Achoo

My sneezes come in threes

  

                    HYACINTHS 

              © Scottie-ann Murphy

     (National Poetry Month 2012 Day 7)

    Pink, purple and white blossoms

             will soon bloom

     A sweet scent will fill the house 

               with a lovely fragrance 

    They are yet to open their lovely

            buds but I patiently wait

      Perhaps tomorrow I will awake to

            an aroma that is not coffee

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Five

I am so happy I decided to read poets in alphabetical order.  Today I found two whose last name begins with the letter E (fifth day of poetry month; fifth letter in alphabet). I must confess I never heard of these two; Rebecca Elson and Gerald England.  Their poems were quite interesting and enjoyable to read.  They were free style pieces which I tend to enjoy.  

As I read the one by Gerald England I visualized the scene in my mind.  

Today my composed poem is upbeat as well as my three line daily thought.  They both come from my life.  There are three small dogs in my neighborhood.  Cutest little fur babies.  I hear them barking every now and then which is no problem.  I wrote today’s poem about how I see these doggies.  The thought is about the cat my neighbor owns (his dog is one of the dogs in the poem).  I wanted to do something upbeat and from my life.  As I said years ago sometimes my daily challenge poems come from my life sort of like a memoir.  

Until tomorrow....although I do not have a dog or cat I’m grateful my neighbor shares his cat and dog with me.  

DAY FIVE....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

Meow, Meow.....my neighbors cat is in my 

          side yard 

     Sprawled on the glider......soaking up the

         suns’ rays

          I go outside......sit on the step and say

               “ Hello”

         BARK-OMONIZING 

       © Scottie-ann Murphy

Bark..Bark..Woof..Woof

   Woof...Bark...Woof

       Yelp....Yelp....Growl

My neighbors dogs are in harmony 

   Each does a solo for a few moments 

      To rest their vocal cords 

         Then begin again

Yelp..Growl..Woof

    Bark...Yelp...Bark

Throughout the day 

     Into the night

Entertaining me while I try to write

   Just background noise

       Like the music from satellite TV

             

Some days it’s only one I hear

    Yelping.....barking....woofing

          Other days two 

Today is a three dog day 

 harmonizing together into what no doubt     

       will be 

           a three dog night 

       

   

    

    

  

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Four

  

It’s Day Four of National Poetry Month. Today my poets were Emily Dickinson and John Dryden.  I’ve always been a Dickinson fan and do read her poems each April.  I picked Dryden as I really never read him before.  Today’s piece I wrote centers around the current events.  With most states issuing the ‘stay-at-home’ order I thought I’d concentrate on my thoughts about this.  Is this a good idea? My opinion YES. No need to be out and about unless it’s essential.  I feel if you’re going stir crazy or have cabin fever, walk outside for awhile. As it’s spring, why not sit outside, if possible, with a book.  Perhaps you could journal the experience of what you are going through at the moment. Baseball season should have started; my mind was thinking about it when I came up with my daily thought and poem.  I think of being housebound as being safe at home plate. I ran the bases of doing I needed to do (picking up essentials); now I wait for my turn at bat again (when I need to go out again for essential items).  Keeping positive thoughts during this crisis is what is best.  

I’m finding that I need to compose happier upbeat pieces.  We will get through this.  

Until tomorrow....keep positive thoughts. 

DAY FOUR.....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

Like a baseball player......it’s up to you 

   Don’t strike out......hit a home run

       Run the bases......make it safe to home

      

  BASEBALL THINKING 

       © Scottie-ann Murphy

Another day of ‘stay-at-home’

   But....we all must do our part to ensure      

        safety to everyone during this crisis of 

                  pandemic 

No need to be out and about........

       unless it’s for essentials 

  Food.....medicine....appointments at the 

         doctor....caring for a family member

Housebound are we......now a time to 

           change up your daily routine 

   Bring back family time

    Sit down dinners eaten around the table

        Prayers before meals 

Family movie nights.....game nights

   Do a hobby together....do craft projects

      Read a book....perhaps the Bible

          Discuss afterwards what you read

  Start journaling your thoughts about the 

        events unfolding during this period of 

                 uncertainty 

  

Think baseball....

          you’re the player.....

                up to bat....

                   the ball pitched....

                       swing and a hit....

                          you run the bases....

 Umpire shouting “You’re SAFE”

   Safe....safe at home

           

       

    

       

      

    

   

 

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Three

Friday I wear a red shirt and a red wrist band; when I leave the house on Friday I have a red hat on my head.  I’ve been doing the wearing of the red for close to seven years now possibly more.  I wear this to support our troops who are deployed.  On my social media page I post that it’s Friday and the day to wear red. That was my inspiration for today’s three line thought and poem. 

Looking for poets whose last name begin with the letter C I found the following. One was Billy Collins whose work I’ve read before. The other was an unknown to me, Anastasia Clark.  As she seems to be in my generation I decided to pick her.  I found the two poems interesting.  I hope to continue with poets that are unknown to many.  

With many of us being on a ‘Stay at Home’ order due to the Corona Virus, finding new poets to read is something you can do.  

Enjoy today’s poem that is dedicated to our troops.  

Until tomorrow....stay safe. 

DAY THREE.....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

Donning my RED tee shit and a RED wrist 

   band for the day 

   Although I’m not heading out of the 

       house  

          I’m still supporting our troops and    

            REMEMBER EVERYONE DEPLOYED 

           

          WEARING of THE RED

          © Scottie-ann Murphy

RED....the color symbolizing the blood shed 

    by those serving in the military

        currently sacrificing their lives 

              for the cause of freedom 

Wearing RED each Friday a way to show the 

       support of troops deployed 

A dress shirt, a blouse, a sweater, 

        a tee shirt, a wrist band, a hat 

   Make the color RED be noticed

Be proud to wear the color 

  Tell others why RED is worn on Friday

   R....REMEMBER 

           E....EVERYONE 

                   D....DEPLOYED 

RED....Wear it every Friday

   For our troops until they all come home

      

    

   

 

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Two

  

My blogs will not be lengthy during Poetry Month as mainly I’m posting a poem a day from my challenger.  I have found composing after the midnight hour when all is quiet (my husband is sound asleep) and my neighbors dogs are not barking.  I now have three neighbors with little fur babies and sometimes it’s like a trio but instead of singing it’s barking. Hmmm, an idea to write a piece just popped into my head. BOLO (be on the lookout) for this piece. As for reading poems each day, I do this while enjoying my morning coffee.  

It is such a hard decision to pick what poems and whose poems I read each day. I actually thought about beginning with the letter A going through the alphabet.  In fact that’s my plan with a capital P.  I’ll let you know each day who I picked and perhaps you too will read a poem by the same. Yesterday I picked Maya Angelou and Jane Austin.  Today it was Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Lord Bryon.  I think I need to try reading in the coming days ones with whose works I am not familiar or more modern poets.  I tend to stick with the ones whose names are familiar to everyone.   Today’s poem I composed reflects my thought on the month of poetry.   

Hope you enjoy the piece.  

Until tomorrow....keep safe. 

DAY TWO THREE LINE THOUGHT

  So many poets poems to enjoy 

      With whose should I begin to read

          Starting with the letter A sounds good

   NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 

             THIRTY DAYS

        © Scottie-ann Murphy 

Thirty days designated to celebrate the         

             genre of poetry

Thirty days to announce to the world poetry 

           is alive and well

       Waiting to be heard, 

            Waiting to be read 

                  and waiting to be written

Thirty days to read the works of poets of       

           days gone by 

 John Keats....

       Emily Dickinson....

            Samuel Taylor Coleridge....

                  Elizabeth Barrette Browning....

Thirty days to take the challenge 

     to compose a poem a day

   

Odes, Sonnets, Free Verse, Rhyme, 

   Narrative, Elegy, Acrostic, Ballads

So many styles from which to choose

Thirty days....

      seven hundred and twenty hours...

        forty-three thousand and two hundred 

                 minute

      All dedicated to commemorate poetry 

Thirty days....such a short time period to   

      honor the poets of past and present 

Perhaps a future poet will emerge from the 

        celebration activities 

  

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2020....Day One

It’s the first day of April.  April is designated as National Poetry Month.  As in years past I have taken the challenge to compose a poem a day.  It is not always an easy task to do.  I’ve also decided to do a short three line thought (as I did few years back).  Like years past, some poems will come from real life issues or a memory of my life as I once termed it.  Hopefully I’ll post each days poem if possible but will make certain my three line thought is ready for in this blog. 

As we begin April, we need to take a moment to think about what April means to us. For me, April is tax due month; it’s Earth Day celebrations, Easter and showers to help flowers grow in May.  April first was the birthday of my maternal grandfather and the twenty-second the birthday of my step-father who my mother married when I was in second grade.  Most importantly April is poetry month which in past years I celebrated with all out events.  I gave away bookmarks with one of my poems on it; did poetry night; participated in ‘Poem in Your Pocket Day’, read two poems by different poets each and put up my National Poetry Month poster.  This year with the quarantine/stay-at-home order I won’t be doing poetry night or ‘Poem in Your Pocket Day” or evening giving away bookmarks. It’s best to be safe. 

As it’s Day One and April Fools Day my thought for the day centered around that.  My first days poem centers around the news. 

Until tomorrow.....enjoy the day and be safe. 

        DAY ONE THOUGHT              

Day One of April......Hump Day for sure

   April Fools Day......I’m not amused 

       Another day......we are housebound 

                  APRIL 

         © Scottie-ann Murphy

April arrives on the coattails of March

We bid farewell as St. Patrick’s Day 

   and Women’s History Month becomes a 

          memory

April....the month to celebrate Easter, Passover and April Fool’s Day

April....National Poetry Month 

April...the month Uncle Sam gets his pound of flesh from taxpayers

April....the month begins with still many 

       being in quarantine

   Favorite bars, pubs and clubs closed due 

         to the Corona Virus

   Businesses....close temporarily to ensure     

        the safety of employees 

      Students....being schooled at home

     Restaurants....many with take out, 

        Drive through or curbside service only

Essential items absent from shelves at      

       stores due to hoarders 

Price of gas at a low from the first of the        

           year

          But where can one go?  

April....arrives bringing HOPE that 

          everything will get back to normal 

Hope....

   Prayers....

       and trust in the Lord

Will get see us through this time of 

          uncertainty