Three Kittens and Their Boop De Doos

      

                             Three Kittens and Their Boop De Doos

Three scrawny kittens wore some mittens,

but didn’t need them this day.

Winter was over, the cold was gone,

Twas a lovely time in May!

boop boop de doo and mew mew too

boop boop de doo and and zippity zu

They didn’t cry, why should they

                                                with mittens tucked away?

                               Three little kittens were sassy sashaying

     that joyous day in May!

Oh, Mother Dear, we have no fear,

you comfort us as we play.

We’re never naughty, you’re always near

this festive month of May!

boop boop de doo and mew mew too

boop boop de doo and zigga zuzu

                             The pie was served and momma made sure

each kitten was blessed that day

with pudding and pie, cream in the eye 

this merriest month of May!

scat cat and boop boop de doo

fat cat and boop boop de doo

                                        (Mew mew it could happen to you.) 

The kittens were lucky 

their mittens unsoiled.

They were not naughty but nice

to each other and Mother 

twice in that month of May.

  ssshhhh cat and zippity zat

    ssshhhh cat and zoogity schmatt  

But alas, there was a rat nearby

as the rhyme is told.

Momma smells, babies are hushed,

a cat with a rat can be bold.

boop boop de doo and schmatt one rat

boop boop de doo and zoobbidy zu

So all are feasting as big cats will 

and momma completes this song

with encouraging support and love for all

her kittens can do no wrong!

boop boop de doo and mew mew too

boop boop de doo and and zippity zu

(inspired by the nursery rhyme, Three Little Kittens)

Three Little Kittens - Wikipedia

joanconnor 05/07/2022

 

 

NaPoWriMo #30 Cento

 Prompt #30 Cento

sometimes……                                                                (Muchhala)

i am in need of music

          

          that would flow                                                        (Bishop)

in songs and poems                                                          (Collins)

between the daffodils and marigolds                                 (Bremner)

a freedom is coming from somewhere                              (Dephy)

a slow dissipation                                                              (Muchhala)

everywhere i went and music                                            (Newell)

is

    my 

         salvation.                                                                  (Bremner)

Resources:

Monk sweeps in the window by R. Bremner

I Am in Need of Music by Elizabeth Bishop

Nightclub by Billy Collins

Realizing Jazz by David Dephy

making music by CJ Muchhala

It Was All Sax by Michael L. Newell

NaPoWriMo #25

                                                              

                                                                 The Lady of Schemes

There once was a Lady of Kerrville

Who came to town with a strong will

To take her pen to town

But then her music went down

And her piano playing was at a standstill.

There once was an Elderly Lady

Who thought that she just maybe

Would acquire a degree

To add to her three

And pursue musicology.

There once was a Woman of Dreams

Who fantasized within means

To accomplish once more

Yet who’s keeping score?

Studying cultures abroad she schemes.

joanconnor04/25/2022

NaPoWriMo #22

 Today, our fifth anniversary, is celebrated with the following poem I scripted this early morning:

what game shall we play today?

to revere our five years ~

two souls who met by chance

alas, one keeps searching to be free

not of her partner, oh, no, no, no!

not of her marriage, smitten she is!

free of routine, those daily tasks

that bind her in interests that never last.

what game shall we indulge ourselves

in 

a playful sort of way?

take this day, its relevance and delight

one another with

commitment, connectivity, coupled

we thank our God for

His myriad of gifts, reassurances,

as we play our game today.

 

joanconnor04/22/2022

NaPoWriMo #21

 NaPoWriMo #21

Using a cinquain graphic organizer specifying adjectives, "ing" words, phrase, last line synonymous with first line, I completed the following structured poem using prompt #21:

This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.

1)

girlfriend

supportive timely

wishing reminiscing

two-way communication nonexistent

friendless

2)

teacher

unfortunate, mislead

challenging, misfitting, provoking

position unappreciated, disrespected

retired

3)

abstract

balanced, textural

creating, learning, freeing

desire to understand

subjective

4)

Why do people allow their age to determine their actions and their goals?

joanconnor04/21/2022

NaPoWriMo #20

bread pudding banter

                                                                   

crusts, dried out pieces of bun

leftover bread stuffing 

one chunk of white bread  

moldy crust cut off. 

recycling event happening today

rejoice in your rejuvenation, dear

friends in the bread pudding rendezvous!

is it sacrilegious to call it

the bread resurrection event?

each dried out morsel will 

allow the milk to penetrate

and transform its crustiness into

an edible delectable

the dates are dancing to be 

included with a few raisins, those

dried up withered fellas that become 

plump as the party commences

exposed to the eggs and cinnamon

nutmeg and sugar - attention ingredients!

how many of you eggs want to be

beaten into this meeting?

“custard, make it like a custard,” the 

bread bellows, the spices squawk,

the sugar discerningly decides when

“enough is enough.” 

the camaraderie of characters join

together in 350 degrees

working their synchronicity 

to please.

joanconnor 04/20/2022

An Easter Cinquain

 

  An Easter Cinquain  

alive

    a faith to share

    Easter morn awakened

   i am resurrected my way

   in prayer

NaPoWriMo #14 undoing

undoing                                                                                                       

i am

Indifferent to

most needlecrafts

maybe not all

i purchased embroidery

possibly joining

the ladies, very interested in

the vintage travel trailer design

no interest in 

the gathering

i divert my ears

as you talk

of crocheting 

              knitting

                        quilting

when i get old older oldest

i shall appreciate 

your needlework

i have none

once i wanted to tat

a very long time ago

that was that

now i hear there is

needle tatting - 

much easier - wonder

how easy - indifferent

however curious

i have small and smaller

weaving looms sitting 

on the closet shelf

wonder if i will learn that

like i didn’t learn to tat

or crochet

               or knit

                        or quilt

i keep holding

a pen or tap

      computer keys

              contemplating

the undone as i do

NaPoWriMo #13

       

the amazing disappearing dollar

i opened the windows 

the money took wings

i had a substantial amount saved

this month i withdrew it all

and then some……

it’s april 2022 - my tax bill is paid

the fence man started and finished in four days

            a very extensive cyclone fence required

to acquire house insurance

my windows are still open

the money still nesting in the

            insurance coffers then

the dermatologist radiated

            copay was hundreds.

may brings may baskets and 

it is amazing, truly a may basket

being refilled as

social security and pension money

begins to rebuild

Increment 

               by increment 

                                   and i?

i am shutting my windows to 

keep those dollars from fluttering out 

my nest egg needs rebuilding

joanconnor04/12/2022

                                  

NaPoWriMo #12

                                                           

A Tanka of Tiny Frets

one small ukulele

its player tormented

an instrumental challenge

such tiny frets for

four untrained fingers

NaPoWriMo #11

 I just learned about a new form of writing (Korean)…. thanks for reading a first attempt.

Sijo about something large -

It’s immense! Continuing down a canyon of cedar trees

One perched home with miles of green flowing into the neighbors’ plots

Enveloped! Cement surrounds, keeping in place a country house.

joanconnor 04/11/2022

guide to sijo | sejong writing competition (sejongculturalsociety.org)