NaPoWriMo: Poem – Tanka – ” Gerber Daisies Plus Roses “


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And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor. Happy writing!

For more information please see the website for NaPoWriMo.

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Gerber Daisies and Roses

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I wish that you would buy me,

Giant Gerber Daisies, in every shade.

No guy has ever bought,

A bouquet of flowers for —

Me to gush over and adore.

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Don’t buy me the type,

Of flowers you would find on,

Caskets for funerals,

No Carnations please, for me,

As on Grandpa’s Coffin.

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I’m not huge on a —

Lily, though pretty coloured.

I’d much rather have,

Fantastic Gerber Daisies,

In Pink, Red, Orange, and Yellow.

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Such a happy bloom, Daisies seem to me,

They almost are more,

Beautiful then red roses,

But you could buy me both.

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Maybe, it’s rude to,

Be so specific to which,

Flowers I would adore,

Many arrangements are nice.

But I know you’re listening.

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So, you’ll buy me some,

Roses to accompany my most —

Loved, Gerber Daisies,

Brightening up the room in bloom.

Soft petals glowing, in light.

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Those guys who buy their,

Sweethearts flowers do find,

They are rewarded,

I might bake your beloved,

Cupcakes, a home cooked meal, or. . .

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: A Meerkat Love Song


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Break on me. 

Shatter Like Glass.

Come apart in my claws.

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Your the best gal I know,

Surviving life is hard on us both,

No bugs to for us to eat, 

The venom from the spider poisoned me,

I dig with my four claws, 

Attempting to kill,

Then I wonder, what’s that peculiar smell?

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And I stood sentinel, 

I missed our enemy coming,

Still looking around and peeping,

Half or gang is gone,

Now I’m the Meerkat outcast.

But your still my lady, 

Cry your tears on my furry chest.

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Break on Me.

Shatter Like Glass.

Come apart in my claws.

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I’m glad I made you become my mate,

Sorry about those two pups of ours,

I’m sure there was something wrong with them,

Didn’t mean to let them be eaten,

Baby, you’re a fine Meerkat,

And if we live to nine or ten,

I’ll be a satisfied guy.

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I’ve been told survival of the fittest.

But I’m still alive,

You can depend on me,

I’m always there to forage for you,

But I’m banned from standing sentinal,

So, baby, maybe we can have more pups?

Lay your head against mine.

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Break on me.

Shatter Like Glass.

Come apart in my claws.

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The chorus is mostly, lines from a Keith Urban song called, “Break on Me.” You can see the lyrics to his song here or watch his music video below:

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.