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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
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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.

Strategy

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In response to the Daily Post Prompt:

Strategy—the human attempt to attain desirable ends through available means. (~nod to Max McKeown)

I will
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Diagnose the problem
Gain perspective
Formulate a plan of action
Utilize whatever ploy necessary
Consider the consequences
Implement my schematic
Proceed from the status quo
To the desired position

Make you mine I will.

poem ©ARHuelsenbeck

Studying Geometry

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In answer to the Daily Post prompt, study:640px-Teorema_de_desargues

Studying Geometry

A polygon is the sister of a pollywog.
A rectangle is just a square that was hung on the line rather than dried flat.
A sphere is merely a circle on steroids; it works out with cube, who used to be a square.
Is an equilateral triangle more egalitarian than an isosceles?
How do you know when a triangle’s right?
How can you be so obtuse? Too bad you’re not as acute as me.
Do witches cast hexagons?
Would an octagon be three times more secret than a pentagon?
Is there a rhombus in the rumpus room?
Is a dodecahedron as rare as a dodo bird?

Candymaker as Physician

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In response to today’s The Daily Post prompt: treat.

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The confectioner said, you need a treat.
Something soft and something sweet.
She melted butter and poured in sugar
By the cupful.
My teeth twinged, my tongue watered.
A little vanilla, and some nuts,
Rolled in coconut, dipped in chocolate.
She placed a dozen in a white box
Tied with a red ribbon.
Take two and call me in the morning.

I ate two
And then two more
And then four more.

My stomach aching, I called her.
What did you do to me? I’m going to burst.

She said, ah, but good things
Must be taken in moderation.
Too much joy only brings sorrow.
Go to bed and call me tomorrow.

Poem ©ARHuelsenbeck

Miraculous

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In response to today’s Daily Post prompt:

Miraculous

 

Beach House

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My response to The Daily Post prompt: relocate:

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Gonna ask my realtor
Can she get me a deal
On a sweet little beach house
With a lot of appeal.
It should be in the tropics
But not too hot
Close to the water
In a shady spot
Must come with a cabana
And cabana boy
With lots of clean towels
And mai tai joy
All this and more
At a super price—
Less than a hundred
Would be very nice

poem © ARHuelsenbeck