Selbyjr's Haiku

Quit using big words
No English major was I
I am without thought

Here's CaroBearo's Poem

I come from the village of Weems
where nothing is quite as it seems!
The name promised by boat
(which 'scaped like a goat!)
left nothing but half empty dreams...

Here's IsaBug's Poem

My Fake Poem

Once I thought I’d be a nurse

and made that college mine.

But then I changed and went to hist

Ory of art and pieces fine.

So David (my beloved) said

The place to go, once we had wed,

Was to New York to fill our purse

And so we went: This is my verse!

You may think the rhyme scheme’s odd

It starts AB, AB

But then it shifts AA, BB

And suddenly it’s prod

Ding those with any sense sublime

To realize this (and just in time)

That this peculiar doggerel

Is Uncle Him’s, not mine!

Besides it doesn’t make much sense

Since the theme’s on “homes”

So I’ll quit now and read the rest

Of all the other poems.

But first please note the rhyme scheme’s back

AB AB Hooray!

The rest is too complex, alack!

We’ll save that for another day.

Here's Mamacita's Poem....

Home Is Where They Wait

Home is where the laundry’s always hanging out to dry,

Where someone's working in the yard, beneath the summer sky

And sundry dogs and cats cavort, the back door opened wide;

And still they wait…

Home is where our buddies come, to have a little fun,

To play some games and have a plate of supper when they’re done,

Where silly jokes and stories entertain them, every one;

And still they wait…

Home is where the people live who know your history

Who watch your present struggles, and give advice for free

Who pray that God will guide you on, and grant serenity;

And still they wait…

What are they waiting for? Is it just the “good ol’ days”?

A sentimental re-run of a childhood time and space?

No, it’s a time when all of us are home, all in one place;

'Cause home is where whom you've become is cherished and embraced.

Cindy Selby

9-27-10

Your Poetry will be here. But first . . .

The Canine Adventure

By Kinzman

She was beautiful; a fine young lady indeed. She was in the eleventh grade and was seventeen, but she had the maturity of a good, wise woman. She had glorious, blonde hair that shone like the sun, and she had the best attitude possible. She had a few conflicts though. She came from an insecure and “broken” family, so she had a troubled life. Her parents were firebrands, who were well known to cause trouble. They were strong drinkers and got in harsh, frightening fights every night, but the girl was surprisingly bright, and very secure. They had a golden retriever named Tillman. Oh, and Tillman was an angel, and the girl loved him.

One day, the girl’s dad got drunker than usual, and threatened to kill her and Tillman. The girl was scared and had no choice but to run away. So she hopped in her car with Tillman and drove as far away from home as they could. She and her dog made their home at 2754 Degataga Road. located in Blackwater, South Carolina.

The girl and Tillman had the time of their lives! Easter! Fourth of July! Halloween! Thanksgiving! Christmas! The two of them celebrated all of these holidays together! Every year they would have a great time. They always took a walk in the park together twice a day, one in the morning and one at night.

The girl was now nineteen, and finishing up her senior year in high school. She got a job at Sea Turtle Cinemas, and loved it. She knew if it hadn’t been for Tillman, she would not be living in Blackwater, working at the movie theater, or going to college at Natal University.

The beautiful girl graduated from Natal, majored in anthropology, and double minored in English and theology. Her life had been very successful in the past four years and she was promoted at Sea Turtle Cinemas and became the manager. She was paid much more, treated much better, and felt even better about herself. She was twenty-three years old and Tillman had made her life a huge success.

After a hard day at work, the girl drove home and began to make supper. A black van pulled up in her driveway. She heard a knock on the door. Tillman lifted one ear and headed toward the door. She opened the door, and two men stood at her door. They wore black suits, white shirts, and black ties. They also wore sunglasses. They asked, “Ma’am, may we see Tillman for a second?”

The girl was baffled and very confused. She didn’t know who these two strange men were. They were both rather handsome and had a “you can trust me” look on their faces.

The girl replied, “Why, yes, of course, but could you tell me what the reason is you need him? Will you return with him?”

One of the men said, “We need to inform him about his next objective. We promise we will return him safely.”

The girl was curious and was worried about what she should do. She asked, “Could I perhaps come with you?”

The men replied, “It would be better if you would not. This adventure will come to you later in your future, but for now it’s the canine’s adventure.”

The girl was confused about what they were talking about, but she trusted them, and she let them take Tillman. Tillman looked happy, and it seemed like he knew who these men were and where he was going. That made the girl feel better and she watched them leave. The van stood there for about five seconds and then suddenly disappeared. The girl supported whatever they were doing and knew Tillman would return.

Tillman and the two men reached their destination. The surroundings were too beautiful to describe and it would have to be imagined in one’s own mind. Tillman did know where he was. He had been here many times. He was in Heaven. Tillman was an angel, and the two men were angels too.

God requested to speak with Tillman. God said, “Tillman… I have chosen your next mission.” Tillman listened carefully to the Lord, excited to find out what God wanted him to do. God said, “You always were an intrepid explorer. In the year 1997, you will be sent to the Selby family, and you will be the best friend of a boy named Hank.”

this is where your poem will appear

Here's the place! But first, I'll publish Hank's wonderful story about . . . well, you'll see!

So This is The New Campselbies Blog for Poetry and Creative Writing?

I am the first one to post.
KOTW, are you going to put the poems on here all at once, or as they come in?
BTW, I like haiku.