A Cat Poem Dear calico, sweet calico,From whence you came, I do not know.Black and brown spots, white beneath,Even the bottoms of your feet.No symmetry in your design,Yet balanced as you walk the line.With mysterious, golden stare,Picaso’s work cannot compare.Lovely genetic selection,You are perfect imperfection!Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich Thanks for reading! If you enjoyedContinue reading “Calico”
*This is a chain verse using a string of Haikus Rowen Winter ode to our Mother Earth in this winter season unable to cry crime of our passion shunning the awe of nature urn holds the ashes she’s grieving the loss ostracized to mourn alone owns no blame herself selfish disregard guarding our own interestContinue reading “Rowen Winter”
A humorous poem about eating a Thanksgiving meal.
If you eat your Thanksgiving turkey,And you’re feeling kind of jerky,‘Cause you look at family members,And it prompts you to remember,All the arguments you’ve had,With your uncle and your dad.You start getting indigestion,But I have a good suggestion:If you have a grateful attitude,And your heart is filled with gratitude,And you focus on what’s good,Treating peopleContinue reading “Thanksgiving “Appetizer””
This Blitz poem was inspired by the story of Matthew Shepard and anyone who is the subject of violence and discrimination.
This is a Thanksgiving poem inspired by two writing prompts.
Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 11/15/2022 No way but up, no way but down. Nowhere to go, but round and round. Don’t hold the doors, I’ll take the stairs. Either way, I’m not going anywhere.Don’t go outside; you’ll come right back in. You may not lose, but you’ll never win. Thanks forContinue reading “Nowhere to Go”
You were here when the world began, Are you bored with the antics of man? Why do you choose to move so slow? Why do you tease and torture me so? Why must you expedite our death, Continue beyond our last breath? You’re the only healer of pain, I must wait for you once again.Continue reading “Forever Foe”
Dear painted child, do not hide,Thy roots and innocence inside.Those that mock and shun thy birth,Cannot see thy priceless worth.Dear painted child, can they not see,Thy light inside, thy true beauty?Wilt they not deign to understand,Thy heritage of distant land?God made thee true–be free and wild,Be bold and proud, my painted child!Copyright © 2022 BrandonContinue reading “Painted Child”
Reminiscence of my sin initiates repentance; It imitates the semblance of innocence. I try to deny my primal desires, And imply the fire inside has died. I make haste to erase this hated face, And replace the trace with untainted space. You can fool a few, but if you do, too soon, The new willContinue reading “Inescapable”