Long Apostrophe Poems
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My husband has a running joke
About his perfect gift
And since his birthday’s here, I thought
That he could use a lift.
A horse is what he claims to want
And we all play along,
For living in Manhattan, well,
A horse does not belong.
And then I had a great idea
And Amazon came through -
A hobby horse that neighs
And makes some clip clop noises, too.
My son put in the order
And he wrapped it up real sweet.
To see my husband ride it
Was a laugh-inducing treat.
Be careful what you wish for
Since there may just be a gap
Between fantasy and truth, but either way,
Let’s giddy-yap!
(Note - Poetry Soup did not let me put
an apostrophe in Husband’s in the title!
As a former English teacher, I say Grrrrr!)
It should have said St John’s - with that apostrophe!
So many omit the little mark.
How could they, when its presence or absence
gives us one meaning or the other?
A tenant within these apartments
who is a mysterious lady,
placed the absent apostrophe on that poster,
kept this nighttime act a secret, and crept away.
St John was a saint we remember,
on the twenty-fourth of June:
it’s St John’s Day.
And this little mark marks that.
Without this modest mark, this little apostrophe,
we have a plural, not a possessive.
So how many Johns were there?
Or are these apartments named
after just the one John, as we’re told -
the one that has that little apostrophe?
Often do I wonder who
the mysterious tenant is, the one
who posts missing apostrophes.
(3 Sep 2024)
Used to be the question mark
On top of a full stop
Until needed inverted commas
To require an explanation mark
To highlight an apostrophe
So as to prove
A firm grip on grammar
All present and correct every
punctuation point, apostrophe,
inverted comma, explanation mark,
full stop and question mark
A+
Gold star
Teacher's pet
Front of class
2nd period maths
So bring out your times table
+ , × , ÷, -
D-
Must try harder
Teacher's worst nightmare
Back of class
Why am i not good at everything
I am not like other's allowed
to posess limitations
I have pushy parents and
mummy and daddy
sure as hell won't be happy
or best pleased
And worst of all if not already
feeling bad enough i have to
be the one to tell them
Trying one's best that results in
failure is simply not good enough
or a viable excuse
As in family terms
D stands for disappointment
C , contempt
B , borderline
A+ , acceptable
But only if it's nothing less than
99 out of a 100
Bard, write through the blizzard!
Icicles, grow from ink!
Gibbous at the gizzard?
Thus, trickery, I think.
Ginkgo, garish gecko.
What herbivore eats this?
Drink thy sweetened tea down slow!
Crow carrion, abyss!
Death. O riddle, wrought in red?
City, rise the dead.
Heaven and Hell, hold thy head!
Careful where ye tread!
Hate, boil up inside my skull!
Overflow and burn!
Clean the end of every trull?
Turmoil taciturn.
Clarion? The count concurs.
Minnow, thy murmurs.
Yellowing scroll, languid lures.
Blue as vision blurs.
Adhesive, thy autopsy.
Blackguard, bounty's broadloom.
Stuck inside, apostrophe?
Apostasy, doom.
Motifs of the hedgerows?
Escarpment, extinction.
Ocean water, harsh thy blows!
Prose, profit the pun.
Toadstool? Viscosity of blood.
Food for thought and gods.
Sonic rain, hurricane, flood.
Vintage, O voivods...
A baby’s born and no one knows
How life will treat him as he grows.
Parents nurture and protect,
Not knowing what they can expect.
There’ll be problems, joys and tears
Scattered through the passing years,
Every milestone firmly etched
More than all the times he kvetched.
Childhood days will somehow end
And time together you did spend
Will disappear into the past,
Your baby an adult at last.
This knowledge might just give us pause.
I think of this today because
This is the date my now-grown son
Was born, our family just begun.
*Title should be “A Baby’s Born.”
(Poetry Soup wouldn’t allow the apostrophe.)
Devils Tower
Millennia ago, the elements exposed
A magma-formed monolithic protrusion,
Nine hundred feet high, without obstruction,
On the rolling plains of Wyoming, U.S.A.
Hexagonal columns of igneous rock
Gird the intrusion, where around the base
Of the formation, scree accumulates
As rock slabs break away and fall from the monument.
Native legend depicts a bear climbing the structure
In pursuit of frightened children huddled on top;
However, the bear fell off, and columns were etched
Into the tower by the scraping of its claws
As raptors carried the children to safety.
***
Notes:
Monolith: A monolith is a geological outcrop of a single rock or stone.
Igneous rock: Igneous rock is formed from the cooling of magma or lava. As the magma that formed Devils Tower cooled, it condensed into columns. Most of the columns that make up Devils Tower are hexagonal (six-sided). The tower is 867 feet (264 meters) high with a flat top covering 1.5 acres (0.6 hectare).
Scree: Scree refers to rocks, boulders and, other debris accumulated at the base of cliffs or other tall rock formations.
Devils Tower (Bear Lodge): Devils Tower (aka Bear Lodge) is a laccolithic butte that was formed around 50 million years ago in an area north of Moorcroft, Wyoming, U.S.A. First Nations People considered the rock formation sacred.
Devils Tower derived its name by an incorrect translation of the native name as “Bad God’s Tower” which eventually became “Devils Tower.” The missing apostrophe (Devil’s) was a clerical error.
We were wrinkling our noses as a bunny
The pastor uses an apostrophe
Eternal echo in holy house
His religious beliefs,
lined with grace
With arms and feet nailed to the cross
The torture of whipping
- pain and bloody sweat
The crown of thorns
Shadows fall
into the moment's blind spot
We are not stupid or deaf
at times the doubt is deafening
as the world changed
Easter morning:
a holy sign, the tomb was empty
The age of miracles
We wrinkled our noses as a bunny
Is there a deeper meaning woven into it?
A reminder of a heavenly scent
a convincing God
a moment of revelation
glimpse of eternal hope
The sky whispers in shades
enlivens the senses
The extendable crooked long ears
listening to the Easter message
When there is doubt,
there must be faith
35th President John F. Kennedy
Somehow developed major enemies
Their seemingly styled Camelot
Dissolved when extramarital affairs were caught
His wife the graceful Jacqueline Kennedy
Drew Americans in to total empathy
When her love was killed that day
But both of them had affairs to play
There is no perfect rhyme for Kennedy but I went ahead with that one anyway.
The title line would not let me use apostrophe or a period in it. LOL
I have read that President Kennedy had many affairs but I do not know that for a fact and also Mrs. Kennedy had affairs as well so I have read. They say don't spread gossip but it is written in books.
Written: January 13, 2019
For the contest:
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
O mystery mechanical...
How to figure out?
Sing in me, O bright moon full.
Rain down as a shout.
When, knowledge? I've been seeking.
O riddle wrought in spark.
O Fate, through thy veil peeking.
O candle, dispel dark...
Prickly pear cactus, shown in dream.
The desert painted white.
Altar holding bowl of cream.
Hell and Heaven, sight...
Wind, blow clear my vision.
Answers, where do you live?
Crystal clear, O my scion.
Prisoner, grab thy shiv...
A potion? How to portion well?
How through the portal slip?
Recipe of mighty spell?
Hidden in a quip.
Young and full of stories?
Hail on us, holy drink.
Veil of morning glories...
Left on the crater's brink.
Triumph, are you made of gold?
One is over-souled.
O volcano, feeling cold?
Break thought free of mold.
It's better than it's looking?
Fair, fine, and fancy-free.
Witches' brew a-cooking...
All right, apostrophe...
A choir of rainfall on soft stones
Bookmarked by wistful nature
Sweet melancholy shelved for
Another day in bed with a book
Yet he opens not only his heart
But windows and soulful founts
Pitter patter from musty pages
Chorus of dew mellowed to words
The roof leaks his wallet is empty
As the mind gathers metaphors
A lonesome apostrophe beckons
Dangles caresses cuddles a stanza
The poet has forsaken a world
Of power greed stark domination
Alludes to breaking their mould
Lavender scent creeps into verse
Sensual meaning drops off fragrances
Lights a passionate fire becomes one
With a precious deluge in anticipation
Precipitates tender longing of harmony
24th February 2020