In the meantime, enjoy the responses I have made to other prompts.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

An Earth Day poem for a Writing.com challenge

Poo-Poo to Plastic


There once was a young man named Michael
Who would constantly choose to recycle.
“See, our future depends,”
He would tell all his friends,
“On reusing from Maine to Lake Baikal."

Of his bottles of water he’d say,
“Though I drink many bottles a day,
Not one plastic have I;
I’m a S’well kind of guy,
And I urge you to swig the same way.”

To those shopping for staples he’d plead,
“There are alternate options indeed!
Offered plastic? Refuse!
They sell bags to reuse
Leaving nothing on which fish will feed.”

"And then lastly," he stated, “I’ve found
All those floss sticks or picks are not sound.
As a general rule,
Use the wax-coated spool
So we won’t find those picks on the ground!"



Author's Note:
Lake Baikal is an actual lake in Siberia.
S’well is a brand of a reusable water bottle.


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Madness Poetry- - Round Three!

Yes, It's Us

At 8 o’clock on Tuesday nights
My mom must watch T.V.
I just need sixty minutes, Sid,”
Is what she says to me.

I had not done my homework yet
And knew I ought to try,
But chose, instead, to walk outside
Where something caught my eye.

Above the trees a saucer-shape
Was spinning like a top.
Its ring of neon-colored lights
Flashed on and off non-stop.

I'd never seen a spaceship, but
It looked like one to me.
I ran back in and told my mom,
“You have to come and see!!”

I really want to watch my show;
Now go upstairs and play!”

“But Mom, I saw a U.F.O.!”

That’s what you always say!”

I promise I’ll be with you Sid
When 'This Is Us' is done.
For goodness sake; it's just an hour;
I only ask for one!”

“But Mom!”

Sidney Alowishus Johnson,
Get yourself to bed! “

We both turned our attention
When the news announcer read,
“Your show has been preempted to
Report a UFO.”

I simply smiled and said to mom,
“See. I told you so.”



The word I had to incorporate was "preempted." We had a limit of 1,000 characters this time. http://madnesspoetry.com/matchups

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Madness Poetry - Round 2!

Be the Boss!

I said to my mother, “I’m standing my ground;
No longer will anyone push me around!”

I then turned to Pete and said, “Food is not free;
Today is the last day you’ve leeched off of me.
You sit and you beg; you eat food off our table.
You won’t walk alone even though you are able.
You’re constantly taking my bed as your own.
You must make a change; you are almost full grown!
Pete, be the boss not the bump on the log!”


“Nice start,” said my mother. “But Pete is a dog.”



My word is "leeched." We still have a 500 character limit. I think I am at 470.