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Infect

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt.

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Litany of Diseases
(and some things that are not)
by ARHuelsenbeck

Streptococcus
Staphylococcus
Measles
Meningitis

Roseola
Salmonella
Gastroenteritis

Scarlet fever
Yellow fever
Mononucleosis

Chicken pox
Tuberculosis
E. coli and
Halitosis

Bird flu
Swine flu
Cystitis
Influenza

UTI
HIV
Your grandma’s old credenza

Common cold
Mad cow disease
Ebola and
Pneumonia

West Nile virus
Lyme disease
Addictive cellophonia

Cholera, mumps
Anthrax
Malaria and
Rabies

Hepatitis
Botulism
Tetanus and
Babies

Thin

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In response to The Daily Post promptthin.

Ask a Supermodel; I wouldn’t Know

What’s it like to be thin?dandelion

You’re like downy dandelion seeds:
Easily dispersed by a stiff breeze.
You don’t know what a chocolate éclair is.
You only eat lettuce and water.
Your size is never sold out.
At a party, everybody talks to you
Wanting to be your best friend
While the heavier people stand alone.
People assume you’re smarter and richer than you really are.
You always get attention when you want it.
When you don’t, you just stand sideways and disappear.

Chorus + Paint = Chaos

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This poem was inspired by today’s The Daily Post prompt: rapid. My first thought was the line from the old Clement Moore poem: “More rapid than eagles, his coursers they flew.” From there it morphed to the last line of the poem below. I only had to come up with a premise and nine more lines.

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Photo by R.G. Daniel.

 

The choral director mopped his brow.
His soprano soloist mooed like a cow.

The tenors and basses howled like hounds.
He cut them off. “You’re out of bounds.

“I want a tone that’s mellow and soft.”
The alto section yelled and scoffed.

To get his charges under restraint
He doused them with leftover azure paint.

Instead of calming, they kicked and threw.
More rabid than beagles, his choristers blue.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

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NaPoWriMo Day 27

I’m not using the NaPoWriMo prompt today. When I looked at The Daily Post prompt, notable, it reminded me of notes. I used to be an elementary general music teacher, and last night I had a recurring dream: I suddenly had to go back to work, and they gave me an unfamiliar room and no class lists, and I had no lesson plans prepared, and my first class arrived…

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Note Able
by ARHuelsenbeck

Young voices singing slightly out of tune
Their fervor making up for lack of skill
Recorders blaring, grating, sounding shrill
My music teacher’s ears from harm immune

Round hand drums pounding jungle rhythms loud
Slim rhythm sticks articulating beat
The xylophones play melodies so sweet
While dancers improvise their movements proud

My chord progressions steadily keep time
While tambourines crescendo to the end
Triangles and maracas with them blend
While glockenspiels and finger cymbals chime

Not long ago these were my daily themes
But now they’re relegated to my dreams

 

NaPoWriMo Day 7

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Instead of using the NaPoWriMo prompt, I went with The Daily Post one.construction-100593_640

Inchoate
By ARHuelsenbeck

Visible from the highway
The network of steel girders
Held the promise of
Industrious accountants and
Insurance salesmen
Gainfully employed

But the deal fell through
Beams red with rust
Never roofed, never sided
Promise unfulfilled

NaPoWriMo Day 2

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I’m utilizing The Daily Post prompt today for my poem.

Pig

Radiant

by ARHuelsenbeck

Crunchy won’t do—
It makes Wilbur sound good to eat.
You’ve got to find me something else.”

The rat sniffed
And took off in a tiff
To search for another word that would satisfy the spider.
He brought her back a label.

Preshrunk?
I don’t know how that applies to a pig,
Or how being preshrunk would save him from slaughter.
Find me something better.”

Templeton grumbled but reluctantly skulked away.
Soon he returned with a final offering
torn from a box of laundry detergent.

With New Radiant Action.
Wilbur, are you radiant?” Charlotte asked.

The pig danced about,
flashing his dazzling smile and batting his sparkling eyes.

“It’ll have to do,” the weary spider conceded
And set about altering her web design.

Messy

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My response to the Daily Post prompt.

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Your indifference suggests you don’t know
How the throw pillow came to be shredded,
But the nannycam will show
You vigorously masticating the quilted cover
And violently shaking the stuffing out
Transforming the couch into a ski jump.

Bad dog.

You know I have to go to work.
I can’t stay home all day to entertain you
And keep you out of mischief.
You could occupy yourself with your Kong toy
(Get the treat, why don’t you)
And then nap for a few hours
(Like Spike used to).

You give me no choice.
I’m buying you a crate.
Think of it as protective custody.

Congregation

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My response to the Daily Post promptcongregate.

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Congregation

To congregate in the narthex.
Pick up a bulletin.

To enter the sanctuary.
Sit in the last pew, next to the center aisle.

To praise God
With psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs.

To hear the Good News:
Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.

To commune with the believers—
Bread and wine, body and blood.

To go in peace
To love and serve the Lord.

Amen.

Compromise

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My offering for today’s Daily Post Prompt.

 

Compromise

Mutual concession
Or settling for what you don’t really wantcarnival-2456914__340
Or with (com) promise

I would rather be uncompromising
Than promising away my joy
Or settling at the concession stand

Life is a series of compromises
And with every transaction
I’m farther away from my dreams

Why not a promise
That satisfies my convictions
My confections of perfection

 

©ARHuelsenbeck

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Dogs Would be Better Off if They were More Like Us Cats

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In response to the Daily Post prompt: inscrutable.

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Why do you beg? Have you no dignity?
If the humans forget to feed you, scold.
And when they do feed you, don’t be in such a hurry to eat.
Turn up your nose. Walk away.
Come back later when no one’s around to watch.
Otherwise they think they’re doing you a favor.

And when they tell you to fetch or roll over or shake
Turn up your nose. Walk away.
Why work so hard to earn their approval?
Humans are inscrutable. Always making demands. Ignore them.

Don’t make such a big deal when they come home.
Turn up your nose. Walk away.
Why weren’t they here waiting on you?
Whose special—them or you?

You have to go out in all kinds of weather.
Why don’t you use the litter box?
Outdoors is best viewed from the windowsill.