A Week Of Rhyme

Every year for about eight years now, I hold a Poem a Day in February or PaDiF. I have a writers group and the month consists of regulars who look forward to writing and submitting something every day.

Each year we have new writers and I thought it would be fun to feature a few of them today. My purpose in this month is that poetry is healing and the writers in my group have made that clear to me. Some of those are beginning to show up now that we are halfway through the month.

Hope you enjoy these today.

This was posted on my main Facebook page, not my writers group. Hubby is a rhymer from way back! He teases his family members about being monkeys. Here are a couple. This does include a newer rhymer to the group.

This was my rhyme early in the contest and my photo at sunrise.

John Lindquist is not new to rhyming and he is more than happy to start something…

By John Lindquist

Jessie Lou Lathrop the monkey

Loves her two puppies

Would like to teach them to ride donkeys

She wears bandanas

And is always hiding bananas

The puppies start liking bananas

And now they are wearing bandanas

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By Jessie Lou Lathrop (in response to her uncle John)

Butch, John, and Donna, a mischievous crew,

Leaping through treetops where wild bananas grew.

Butch loves adventure, he swings without fear,

John tells the jokes that bring Donna to tears.

Donna just shakes her head with a grin,

Knowing the boys will get in trouble again.

Through jungle and laughter, from dawn until night,

Their monkiness shines ever so bright!

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By Shelly Chase

I’m told today is rhyming.

I guess that’s good timing.

Everything I think to say.

Comes out as a rhyme anyway.

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By Jenny Wettersten

Gookooko’ oo

This season offers us a gift,

For 20 years they have been adrift.

Many babies were hatched but food is short,

Thus, the Great Grey Owls have arrived in Minnesota I am happy to report.

The tallest of owls weighing an average of just 2.5 pounds,

With its dish face & asymmetrical ears, it can hear the faintest of sounds.

This magnificent bird feeds almost exclusively on the vole,

Take cover little rodent or you’ll be gone before you know.

Those talons were sharp and eyes a piercing yellow,

While totally cool, I would not say they are mellow.

So well camouflaged they are hard to see,

I have lost sight of them even when I know the tree.

I love their fluffy legs and maze-like dish face,

They are stealthy and silent as they fly through space.

Straight into your soul, they look, the gookooko’ oo,

Great Grey Owl my spirits you lift …you see me through.

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Editors note: The Gookooko’oo is from the Ojibwe language meaning owl.

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First published by Mercury Press on medium.com