30 Poems in 30 Days!

Sometimes, maybe often, and probably more than I should, I wonder why I bother.  But as martial artists we are encouraged to set goals and challenge ourselves. Move outside of the ordinary and perservere even when difficult.

I found an incentive in The NaPoWriMo writing project. Special thanks to the supporters and organizers.  Please check out the wonderful poets who took part:  NaPoWriMo

Thank you to all followers and readers!  
Poem # 30!

If I could make you love me with my words,
I’d flood the world with poetry each day,
Passion’s verse free of control or constraint,
Embed in your heart, forever to stay.

Note:  You can see all my poems from the challenge by clicking here: NaPoWriMo 2013


Haiku Me

One of our tenets at the academy is perseverance.  If your board doesn’t break the first time, keep trying!

Finishing the NaPoWriMo Poetry challenge!  30 poems in 30 days.  #28 and #29

Wrong Way
I fell asleep at the wheel
ran a stop sign
almost hitting a car
the guy beeped in annoyance
well after the fact
as it was my fault
but still, I thought
the horn was pointless now
I was already awake.

Rotate and revolve
imperceptible movement
no start or finish

A Strong Finish

So between work and illness, I haven’t been posting.  But I have been doing my best to scribble down some lines whenever possible.  Only two days left in the 30 poems in 30 days challenge. Below are poems 22 – 27. Still might make the finish!

Bits and pieces
of words and phrases
scattered throughout
random notebooks
hurriedly transcribed
on any scrap of paper
crossing over margins

Shiver, sniffle, cough
Aches interfere and distract
Water, rest, repeat

#24  Defective
The new coffee maker
Sputters loudly,
Drips slowly,
Leaks slightly,
That’s what I get for buying clearance

#25 A Family Party
The wolves, wizards and giants
met in the park
on the first real day of spring
for this one day
enmity was ignored
no taunts, no chasing
no winners or losers
simply a good time
had by all

#26 Downer
I was on my front porch
finally feeling some spring
when the sad squirrel
sat and surveyed my lawn
He always moved slowly and
with no hint of a bounce so
I called out to him,
“Isn’t it wonderful? To be warm?”
He pondered his answer as usual
and replied with a sigh,
“50’s aren’t warm and
the little birds say
it’s going to snow next week.”

#27  Taking Out the Trash
I walked along the dark path
carefully carrying the overflowing bag,
when Possum jumped out
from between the cans.
I froze, startled,
unsure of my retreat.
He glared at me
with those piercing black dots
(his expression rarely varies)
and asked
in a curious cultured accent
punctuated with spitting hisses
his tone both accusatory and sorrowful
“Why must you always malign me?”
Petrified, I was unable to respond
and didn’t know anyway what to say,
but was spared the attempt
by the neighbors dog
coming outside for relief.
Possum moved on
but not without
glancing back a few times
to regard me
still standing frozen.


Today’s challenge from NaPoWriMo (30 poems in 30 days) was to write a triolet. New to me – a triolet is an eight line poem. All lines are 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter) with repeated lines and a rhyme scheme of : ABaAabAB
This will be poem #20!

White Noise
I sit, silent, meditating
Making for a little quiet
Still traffic moves and birds will sing
I sit, silent, meditating
What new clamor will this day bring
Regulate and stop the riot
I sit, silent, meditating
Making for a little quiet.

And #21 just for fun and because we worked on kicks today!

In tae kwon do we learn to kick
Snapping, jumping, spinning, flying
Hoping our lessons soon will stick
In tae kwon do we learn to kick
Creating strength that breaks through brick
Lessons learned again by trying
In tae kwon do we learn to kick
Snapping, jumping, spinning, flying

Behind in the Count (And Poems 17, 18, 19)

I woke with a chill and sore throat. Lunches, sit ups, stretches, three  ibuprofen and a half pot of coffee later, I thought I might live through the morning.  Sometimes you push through.

I had an energetic group of twenty three 4 to 9 yr.old’s at the school I was visiting this afternoon. It was a challenge to keep their attention.  Even more so when one of the youngsters had a potty accident.  We took two giant steps forward and continued with class.  Sometimes you have to persevere.

At the end of session, as the children were going off with their parents, one of the boys commented (almost to the room as a whole), “This is the greatest class!” Sometimes you find the sweet spot and knock it right out of the park.

Still playing poem catch up and then to top it off missed yesterday.

Behind in the count
Wasted moments wondering
Timing’s everything

Malodorous pill
A vile tasting tincture
The better it works

#19 Sunday Spirits
God was resting on Sunday
so Satan stopped over
with some sugar and spirits
“It’s too early for me
to be imbibing.”
“Nonsense, mimosas were invented
for breakfast”
His ratio of champagne to orange juice
was way out of whack.
He held it out to me, tempting,
“It’ll make your whole day better”
I smiled and took a small sip.
“Yes, maybe,
but what about tomorrow?”


My morning meditation
interrupted by heroes
saving an imaginary world
“It’s not even six am.”
But his attention is elsewhere
And even I am almost
sucked into the screen
Their heart ache profound,
journeys epic,
movements complicated,
missions improbable at best
but still, my duty is clear
“You’re not sitting here all day”
“That’s not fair.”
Sometimes a hero’s actions are for the greater good.

Poem #17 for the NaPoWriMo Challenge! 


Sit quietly
Relish the warmth
Tilt towards the light
Listen to the squirrels chatter
the birds sing,
the insects hum, and
the crickets communion
Until the playback ends
And I have to hit restart

Poem # 16 for the NaPoWri Mo Challenge!  Brought to you by a never ending winter.