(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
Categories:
scrunchy, angst, emotions, endurance, humor,
Form: Sonnet
I know my clothes are a little crazy.
It’s not because I’m lazy.
I do care about my looks.
I just don’t read fashion magazines and books.
I prefer to make my own style.
Even if it’s a bit wild.
How do I explain?
How my style is not so plain.
A leopard sweatshirt.
I don’t like skirts.
I do enjoy pants with stripes.
A pair of shoes that have pictures of kites.
A scrunchy covered in colorful squares.
Socks that are unmatched pairs.
My style is ever changing.
I like the rearranging.
When the wind is strong,
Off comes my hat that I wear wrong.
Some people stare.
Some ask me to share,
Some fashion advice.
I don’t need to think twice.
I tell them to decide with their hearts.
I tell them to close their eyes as they fill their carts!
Categories:
scrunchy, fun,
Form: Rhyme
It is Autumn and foliage is falling
Crisp, brittle and dry that make a crunch-crunch sound
Floating down in clusters, to trees they're calling
Not to let them go, but they have touched the ground
Orange, brown and yellow hues spread everywhere
Endless sweeping wind swishes those leaves around
A scrunchy scent permeates the Harvest air
Crushed under feet, powdery residue found
Bare brown branches stick out sore midst the landscape
Trees wish to change their fashion trends this season
They have to wait some time before they can drape
In pristine white, and 'no leaves' is the reason
17th December 2022
For Eve Roper's "Still Life Autumn Scene" contest
Categories:
scrunchy, autumn, tree,
Form: Rhyme
She sleeps
He watches as
fine strands of brown silk
have escaped her scrunchy
and flutter near her face
riding the even breaths
from her acquiline nose
and slightly open mouth
He carefully tucks the wisps
behind her ear
Touches her jaw lightly
by accident
She closes her mouth and swallows
but does not wake
He lays on his side
Sharing her pillow
Arms crossed
Absorbing her face
Consciously
Knowingly
Engraving a memory
A keepsake
A moment that no one else
will ever have with her
Just for him
Categories:
scrunchy, absence, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
crushed concerto cruised
bounty braces bruised
salient seal scrunchy
dark diminuendo dusty
lanky hoists lured
vying voluptuous lurch
wet wits wanky
punctured pills curvy
hoisted heels hefty
saucy syllables scared
hoity bills bear
porous pen's pear
lofty gaunt gifts
etched airy gills.
'20:03:18:17:11
Note: Dedicated to Chaucer.
Categories:
scrunchy, hero,
Form: Sonnet
Scrunchy loud turquoise satin
Bustling and rustling
Dedra tiptoes onto a balcony
wondering if her mother knows
Delighting in the oranges
Unaware she is the prettiest
Entity in the landscape
Her mother smiles
Looking toward the woods
Glimpsing welcoming leaves
Showing off in her presence
Yet unaware of her beauty
Turquoise gown made for her mother
Reminding her of the last time she
saw her mother.
Dedra smiles.
Worn today just because
Found in her grandmother’s attic
The one item her father had not destroyed
After her mother died,
Saved by grandma
Unbeknownst to him.
Categories:
scrunchy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Ballad
It is six minutes to midnight
I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours.
It usually inspires me.
Nutbush is going around in my head,
but it has been done.
By Tina too.
The deadline my songwriting partner gave me
is one a.m.
She knows that I have an avid belief that
my muse has her best ideas at night.
Especially from midnight to two
I eat a bag of Lay’s
Barbeque Potato Chips,
for ideas.
Crunchy. Scrunchy. Bunchy enter my head.
Too silly, even for me, even for 12:34 which it is now.
I call her and beg her to give me another hour
2 a.m. is what I was aiming for in the first place she says
Knowing me not half as well as my muse,
nonetheless knowing me.
It is now five minutes to 2.
Will she be mad if I call?
Especially if all I have is
Crunchy? as
I already threw out ‘scrunchy’ and ‘bunchy’.
I chuckle at myself, wondering if my muse
is asleep, or merely dead.
Categories:
scrunchy, write, writing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Tiny tips of green thrusting their way through the cold earth
You look and scratch your head and wonder, what did i plant there
Its cold, the tiny bulbs shiver as though close to death
Being a friendly gardener I try to block the wind with care
Be off with you winter you've been here far to long move over for the spring
You have had your monents your chances to shine
You brought the snow to impress us and make childrens voices ring
Winter blues are all but over now , spring will be just fine.
Snow is beautiful I must admit,soft yet scrunchy underneath your feet
The snowman the children built did look rather swell
Carrot nose sultana eyes and clothes I hadnt finished with yet
But with the sun peeping out, poor snowman doesnt look so well
So wintry sun are you the guide for springs sunshine, you pathe the way
So those poor tips of green will grow and bring forth flowers galore
The daffodils, tulips, freesia and snowdrops, loving the day
That the sun will help you forget those winter blues for sure.
Dated January 16th. 2013
Categories:
scrunchy, spring, winter, winter, green,
Form: Rhyme