National Poetry Writing Month (April)
The past few Aprils were fun for me.
When NaPoWriMo came around,
I found myself away at sea.
This year, I’m staying home.
So, I don’t see open seas.
I’m see poop wherever I roam.
I love my dogs, the entire pack.
It just takes them so little time,
To recycle any snack.
So, away at sea, one hand for you,
And another hand for the ship.
Home in the yard, one foot for grass,
And one foot for the shit.
A grandmother wants control of her title.
Choosing what she is called seems vital.
Some will never be “Grams” or “Granny.”
They want to be called “MomPlus” or “Sammy.”
Grandfathers don’t really seem to care.
Since we get called random terms here and there.
I have been “Grandpa”, “Papa”, “Grampy”, so to speak.
All of those were just in the past week.
Next time, I’ll have another name.
I will probably have myself to blame.
I said my name was King Frank-Bob.
We’ll see if that’s accepted by the mob.
I answer to the term my grandkids choose,
Either good or bad, win or lose.
Call me a saint or call me a sinner.
Just don’t call Grandpa late for dinner.
I will see a mansion on a hill.
I wish my house remained there still.
Some unnamed Yuppie came to town.
He bought my house and tore it down.
I haven’t lived in it for years,
Which doesn’t seem to stop the tears.
It was the place where I grew up.
It sheltered me, my Mom and Dad and pup.
I knew someday it would be gone.
I just didn’t want to play along.
I wanted to be able to just drive by,
And see it standing beneath the sky.
Yesterday, it was an empty lot.
It’s now a place that time forgot.
I will miss my happy (former) home.
Now, I’m feeling even more alone.
I know that everything must die.
I just hoped to see my past survive.
I understand that times will change.
I just thought my past remained the same.
A joke from the calendar,
Which is not that uncommon.
He is risen!
April Fools!
This is a day for your faith.
Tomorrow, all will be better.
A squirrel was living in my car.
I guess I hadn’t driven it too far.
I found his nuts under my hood.
Well, pecan shells (I guess the nuts were good.)
My car is now in the shop.
I’m waiting for the ball to drop.
A warranty is a great advantage,
But it doesn’t cover rodent damage.
I stay inside
All Spring, you see.
I am allergic
As can be.
I need some tissues.
Grasses make me sneezy.
I need allergy meds.
Blossoms make me wheezy.
Stuck inside, avoiding pollen.
I stay as isolated as can be,
My hairy pets roll all around,
And bring my yard inside to me.
This has been a really long April.
I alomst have the poems to prove it.
I missed a day or two this year.
I have to do a spare and move it.
Laid off.
Thrown away.
I don’t feel
Very good today.
Time to find
Another job.
A long-term gig,
A bank to rob.
Nineteen years,
Down the drain.
I need something
To ease the pain.
So much time,
On the treadle,
So where is my
Participation medal?
I suppress another yawn.
Where has all the time gone?
There is too much to say.
Not enough time left to play.
I am just trying to hang on.
I need time to slow down.
Let the crises leave town.
I need time to think.
I’m starting to sink.
Must be a nervous breakdown.
I missed a day.
What can I say?
Sadly, I have lost my way.
Now, I will go into May.