Inspired by Lisa: March 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

Since many of you do a poem a day (http://www.napowrimo.net/) for National Poetry Month has got 30 NEW never-been-seen before poetry writing exercises for National Poetry Month. One for each day... We will do these on this blog, we have never tried to do a NaPoWriMo before, so this should be interesting...We hope to see you joining in too!

1. Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of words in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of them appear at the end of a line.
2. Write about a poem about a superhero coming to your house and confronting you about something. Somewhere in the poem, you have to state what your superpower is.
3. Write a poem that is really a love letter to an old flame. To make sure it’s doesn’t slip into sappy make sure one or more of these words is in the poem: dung beetle, politician, nuclear, exoskeleton, oceanography, pompadour, toilet.
4. Make a list of seven words that have the same vowel sounds (like bee, treat, pepperoni, eagle) and use them in a repetitive way throughout a poem.
5. Write a poem about a weird fact or facts that you know.
6. Write a poem in two sections about two completely different things. Have the title link both items today in a surprising way.
7. Find a favorite recipe. Now write a poem inspired or in the style of that recipe about a family secret, yours or someone else’s.
8. Turn your paper so that it’s in the landscape position. Write a poem about God or the universe or the horizon of the ocean with longer lines and see what happens.
9. Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet.
10. Write a poem about the one of all of the 7 sins that only contains seven words lines.
11. Write a poem that begins with the last thing you can remember someone saying to you today or yesterday. See if you can use that line two or three times.
12. Turn on the radio to any channel. Write a poem inspired by the first thing you hear (lyrics to a song, a commercial, etc.)
13. Run around your house and grab 5 items that all begin with the same letter. Write a poem as an ode to one of these items or that includes these items.
14. Think of the nicest thing someone ever said to you. Write a poem about a rainy day and something flooding. End the poem with the good thing someone said.
15. Write a poem that describes the wallpaper on your computer or the image on the last postcard you received.
16. Make a list of ten images of things you have seen in the last 24 hours. Use all of them in a poem.
17. Write a poem that includes these words: bamboozled, bloodlust, bibliography. Have the title include one of these words: contradiction, constellation, cranberry.
18. Write a poem about something small that is only 5 lines long.
19. Close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you. If the sounds are peaceful, write a poem with a violent word as the title. If the sounds are loud, write a poem with a kind word as the title.
20. Remove your shoes. Write a poem that celebrates your feet.
21. Write a poem with the opposite hand that you write with or if you type your poems on the computer, use only one hand to type.
22. Write a poem that only had five syllables in each line. Give the poem a long title.
23. Write a poem where the last word of the first line begins with the first letter of your name, and the last word of the second line begins with the second letter of your name until you have spelled out your first and/or your last name.
24. Write a poem that has the word “love” hidden in it somewhere. But you cannot use the word “love” by itself, it must be hidden (such as in the word “glove” or in two words like “halo venom”).
25. Write a poem where a literary figure shows up and tells you something and gives you something.
26. Write a poem to your future self, but do not say it is to your future self, address the poem to a president or rockstar.
27. Write a poem made of ten metaphors.
28. Make a list of your favorite words today. Write a poem that uses 90% of the words you wrote down.
29. Write a poem about a skyscraper. Now, rewrite the poem with the last line being your first.
30. Write a poem giving thanks to a poet or to writing a poem a day. Use a line from one of the poems you wrote this month to either begin or end it.

This is courtesy of http://jldodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday-march-30-2011-napowrimo-30.html.

Sill Putty Acrostic (Theme Thursday)

So Much Fun

I Often Had

Lobbing Across Room

Lifting Newpaper Images

Yucky Oil Leftover

Plastic Pink Egg

Useful For Rolling

Toy of Astronauts

That’s Just Crazy

You Can't Ruin

posted at http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2011/03/thursday-march-31-2011-silly.html

Achieving My March Goal

My blogging experience

began in earnest in March.

I set a goal of 80 posts.

A challenging goal it was.

I began calling it my own personal

~ March Madness~

I am proud to announce that with this

Friday Flash 55 for the

Amazing Mr. Knowitall

I have reached my ambitious goal!

April Goal? 100

Posted at

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Kindergarten

A day in kindergarten

What a special treat

So many small children

They don’t miss a beat

They run and run

Til they just stop

They learn so much

From words to hop

Some learn fast

And some learn slow

But everyone

Will definitely grown

Keeping control

Of this classroom’s bluster

Takes more patience

Then I could muster.

posted at http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/remembered-kindergarten.html
© Lisa N ~ 12/31/96

Mona Lisa Smiles?

Looking at this famous work

I find myself a pondering

Is she really smiling

Or was her mind a wandering

She does not seem so happy

In fact I would say annoyed

As though she finds the painter

To be someone to avoid

I can almost hear her

Saying are we almost done

I have so many things to do

And honesty this is not fun

Yet demure she stays a sitting

Like all women of her time

Perhaps the closed lip smile

Because speaking was a crime

Posted at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/03/mag-59.html

Three Word Wednesday

What would you call me?

Some people would call me loud.

I just call myself vocal.

Some people would call me pushy.

I just call myself persuasive.

Some people would call me poor.

I just call myself full of riches.

What do you call me now?

Posted at http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/03/3ww-ccxxxiv.html
© Lisa N. ~ 3/30/11

Write A Letter - Dear Cats

I write this letter to my cats. It is short and sweet. I have some simple questions. They are quite discreet. Why is it that you seem to always want my lap, at the most ackward times to simply take a nap? You seem to want to kill me. You’re always under foot. When all you’d have to do, is remember just stay put. I’d also like to inquire as to why you feel the need, to lick yourself incessantly immediately after you feed. You see I just don’t get it, don’t you see there it is a fact, that every time you’ve done it, it’s a hairball that you hacked? I know you’ll never read this since you do not have the skill, so I guess the only thing to do is keep this til you will. In closing what I’d like to say, of these things do I ponder. Yet each and every day it seems of you all I grow fonder.

Love,
Your Human
Posted at http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/2011/03/write-letter-wednesday-11.html
© Lisa N ~ 3/30/2011

ABC Wednesday - Letter K

Katzenjammer is the word

I’ve chosen for you today

If you don’t know is meaning

That is surely quite okay.

I like that it is commonly known

To be an obnoxious sound

It’s said to be a discordant noise

A melody must not be found

Another choice which I find odd

Since Katzenjammer sounds so fun

Is how it can be that what we find

Is Bewilderment in the long run

My personal favorite you will see

Is something to be explored

For when we play a little to hard

A Hangover is our reward.

I hope you found my prose to you

To be delightful to your ear

I hope that in this silly verse

You learned a new word here

posted on http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/2011/03/k.html

Perfect Paper - Theme Thursday

Paper

Perfect Packaging

Produced Pressing Plants

Pretty Printing Product

Product

Posted at http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2011/03/thursday-march-24-2011-paper.html

Monday, March 28, 2011

Monday’s Child #39 – Pixie Party

Illustration by Freddie Langeler 1920's

Pixies at a picnic

Pixies at a party

Pixies eat volcano cake

It sure looks pretty hearty

Pixies wearing hats of red

Pixies wearing Sunday best

Pixies in their pointy boots

They all are quaintly dressed

Pixies party with a mouse

Pixies party with a hare

Pixies party with a bug

All are welcome if they care

posted at http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/2011/03/mondays-child-39.html

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dogs Grand Time

The dog was having a grand time

frolicking to and fro

I wonder what went through his mind

I imagine I’ll never know.

He chased the birds across the lawn

and then a squirrel he treed

He rushed and drank at least a gallon

and then of course he #(@%.

It only slowed him for a moment

He truly disliked the delay

The dog was having a grand time

Watch out don’t get in his way.

posted at http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-prompt-is-first-and-last_27.html

Ripples on Ice

Through the eyes of my mind

I do but see

Ripples of moisture

On the ice it must be

The layers of ice

Reflect back the light

Rings like an oak tree

A magnificient sight

The droplets they splash

Sparkle bright in the sun

That’s my guess for this challenge

Oh boy this was fun

posted at http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/one-shoot-sunday-a-poetry-challenge.html

Hollow Haiku

Hollow and Rotting

What Mysteries Grow Inside

Hidden Other World

Posted at http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompt-161-hollow.html© Lisa N ~ 3/27/2011

Nearly Is Only Close Enough - Sunday Scribbling

Image from http://www.jamesharrisgallery.com/

Nearly is only close enough

If you are willing to merely settle

How many times in life

Has fear dictated your path?

Has expectations stifled your chance?

Has opportunity slipped away?

Has life just passed you by?

Nearly is only close enough

Are you are willing to merely settle

posted at http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/260-nearly.html

160 – Is It Enough?

“One Hundred Sixty”

Miles Per Hour or Years of Age

A Large Number Indeed

Yet for a Daily Writing Challenge

It Hardly Seems Enough

To Eloquently Convey a Thought

posted at http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Fake A Smile

I saw it in the mirror

I saw it in my face

The image was an error

My smile was out of place

Though I tried to fool myself

Wasn’t to be the case

I saw it in the mirror

I saw it in my face

posted at http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/03/casrry-on-tuesday-98.html

ABC - Letter J

Jeep CJ5

My Husbands New Passion

New engine, new transmission

New Paint Job

Project

posted on http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-j.html
© Lisa N ~ 3/26/2011

Flight of the Butterfly ~ Cinquain

Cinquain Poem using Photo Prompt

Yellow

Fluttering Wings

Gracefully Flying Free

Flitting from Flower to Flower

Dancing

Effortlessly and Gracefully

Landing Dropping Pollen

Bringing New Life

Each Time

posted at http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-prompt-is-butterfly-cinquain.html

Six Word Saturday

Signs

Spring

House

(And I am sooooooooo excited!!!!)

Friday, March 25, 2011

New Love – Use These Words

Somewhere between my joy and fear

A young romance began

My tortured heart begins to mend

Enlightenment again

The jingle jangle of your words

Prestigious heart felt feelings

Your silvertongued vernacular

Like glitter on the ceiling

I’ve never had a life like this

A subway kind of ride

When two lives merge to be just one

Nothing better can be tried.

posted at http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-prompt-is-use-these-words_25.html

New York – My New Chance (One Stop Poetry)

The city sprawls in front of me

As I look out at the view

I find myself bedazzled

Wonder if can this city be true

The lights that fill the buildings

Make the night sky glow as though

They’re diamonds that now offset

A sunset the color of Bordeaux

The city seems to spill out

In every imaginable direction

One building taller then the next

A magnificient collection

Can hardly wait for morning to come

A chance for a fresh new start

I’ve waited all my life it seems

Now finally I’ll exhibit of my art

posted at http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/friday-poetically-with-brian-miller-7.html

The Catcher of Dreams (Friday 55)

image from mylot.com

The night arrives with both

good and bad dreams.

The good dreams pass

unencumbered down and

out through the feathers.

Blessing the owner with

pleasant dreams!

What fears and other

forms of incubus

have been captured

in the suede lace of this

Indian Medicine Wheel?

Only the Dream Catcher

knows the answer to that question.

posted at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flash-55_24.html

The Surprise - YA Novel Chapter 2

“Oh my Gosh, Max! Is that what I think it is?” I utter in almost a whisper. Max doesn’t answer me; he just continues staring straight ahead. When he finally does turn towards me and remove his hand from the steering wheel, they are shaking uncontrollably. “We have to get out and look!” he tells me. We both slowly open our doors and advance ever so slowly to the front of the car. Lying there, or rather sitting there in the middle of the lane is a car seat facing away from us. Only inches separate the black plastic of the seat and the bumper of the car. Max takes his final step and falls to his knees in front of the seat. Staring down at the seat, nothing can prepare either of us for what we see. Instead of a baby, strapped into the seat is a pair of size 24 mo jeans and pink and white sweatshirt with the words “Mommy’s Little Angel”. What I find most disturbing though is that lying on the ground, as though posed, are a pair of the smallest pink Nike tennis shoes I have ever seen. Each shoe holds a single pink lace sock that hangs limply over the heel tab. Max stands up next to me and while we are both relieved in one respect that there is not a child in the seat, the confusion is beginning to settle into our minds. What kind of sick joke is this? What kind of person who even think of something this horrific? Max reaches into his pocket for his cell phone and begins dialing . He pulls the phone away from his face and stares at it confused. “What’s wrong Max?” I ask him impatiently. “My phone doesn’t have any service. Now that cannot be right, I’ve made calls while driving down this lane a zillion times” he replies clearly annoyed. I walk back to the car and retrieve my own phone out of my new purse. I enter my security code and written clearly across the display is the words “No Service Available”. None of this is making any sense whatsoever and to be quite honest, this situation is starting to frighten me. Max comes up behind me, startling me half to death. He is holding the car seat in his right hand and I can see he has placed the tiny shoes in the bottom. “I think we should get out of here and drive to get some help!” his eyes pleading with me. Nodding my agreement I quickly slip into the front seat and buckle my seat belt. Max slides in next to me after securing the car seat in the back seat. The question before us is whether to continue on down the lane to my house or to turn around and head back toward town. This evening has turned strangely bizarre. I suggest that going to my house where my parents will be the voice of reason is the best plan of action. The drive seems to go on for an eternity. We pull into the circular driveway and are greeted by brilliant light from every window in the house. It’s 12:30 a.m., why would all the lights in the house be on?

posted at http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-writing-hood-donuts.html
© Lisa N ~ 3/24/2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Perigee Moon Septolet

Perigee moon

rises March 19th

visibly larger.

Closest point

to the Earth

“SUPER MOON”.

posted at http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-prompt-is-septolet.html

Dilapidated History - 3WW

see

where

identical

scarred and

dilapidated farm

houses stand alone on

two triangular plots of land.

Dual structures each with

complimentary parts.

History bursting

like a volley

of times

gone

by.

posted at http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/03/3ww-ccxxxiii.html

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Body Image Mismatch - One-Shot Wednesday

I look in the mirror

Yet who do I see

An image stares back

Is that really me?

I look back again

The apple I see

Is round like a pear

Is that really me?

I watch what I eat

Yet no change do I see

Nothing seems to be working

Is that really me?

Drastic turn I will take

So others don’t see

Binge and/or purge yet

Is that really me?

Others say I am Skinny

It’s not what I see

What I see is fat

Is that really me?

posted at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-shot-wednesday_22.html

KISS - Poets Choice (PC) Acrostic Only

Keeping Things Simple

Is Difficult For Me

So Picking Easy

Solution You Suggested

posted at http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompts-for-march-2011.html

Uprising - Around The World (ATW) Acrostic Only

Unruly Unrest

Political Posturing

Rising Rage

Ignited Insolence

Seeking Solace

Inspired Independence

New Nations

Gigantic Growth

posted at http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompts-for-march-2011.html

Spider Web - Nature Acrostic (N)

Spun Silk

Peeking Through

Intricate Pattern

Dangles Precariously

Efficiently Designed

Ready Now

Waiting Patiently

Eerily Still

Bug Landing

Snatches Prey

posted at http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompts-for-march-2011.html

Monday, March 21, 2011

Swords at Cross

Blood Red Mounting

Swords At Cross

Memories of a Time Gone By

Tassel Dangling

Human Hair?

Questions ‘Bout a Time Gone By

Shield of Leather

Adorned with Silver

History from of a Time Gone By

posted http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/03/mag-58.html

Sarcastic Octelle

I rear my ugly little head

Never welcome so it is said

Taunt you just for my own fun

Humor rarely seen as pun

Mocking makes me feel tall

Not concerned for you at all

I sneer and jest, a tear you shed

Was sarcastic until you bled

posted http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompt-160-sarcastic.html

posted http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-prompt-is-octelle.html

The Bird Decor

Your hat is flat
So here I sit
My wings outstretch
I amost fit

I hold quite still
My colors the same
Will passersby
Enjoy my game

The answer comes
Quite quick I say
The next one by
Shoos me away.

posted at http://dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-picture-prompt-challenge-time.html
© Lisa N ~ 3/21/2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Monday’s Child #38 – Bunny One and Bunny Two

Bunny One and Bunny Two

Invited to Tea Today

Ms. Mary Sue and Top Hat Lou

Are Hosting This Fine Day

Bunny One and Bunny Two

Distracted On The Path

Failed To Arrive On Time For Tea

Concerned About The Wrath

Bunny One and Bunny Two

Find When They Do Arrive

The Party Goers Have All Left

The Tea Was Served At Five

posted at http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/2011/03/mondays-child-38.html

Obsession Free Life

When you begin to obsess
There are things you can do
With help you can handle it
Here’s some guidelines for you

Step back, take a break
Go ahead and cry
Reach out to others
Stop wondering why

Stay clear of her problems
Let someone else do the dealing
Write down all your thoughts
Don’t deny what you’re feeling

Stop trying to control
The life of another
It changes who you are
As a wife and a mother

Live your own life
Seek help if it’s needed
Accept rather then judge
Like you’d want to be treated

Reward yourself for having
Obsession Free Days
Only you can change yourself
Your obsessive ways

Live life in the present
Only glance back at the past
This is very necessary
If you want this marriage to last

Let go of the anger
Let go of the pain
You’ve got nothing to lose
You’ve got everything to gain.

Posted at http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/258-big.html

© Lisa N. ~ (03/04/2002)

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Six Word Saturday

Trying

Hand

Fiction

Writing

The Detour (Young Adult Novel Chapter 1)

It’s quarter until midnight and the full moon has made the world almost as bright as daylight. Max and I drive down the lane slowly, neither wanting the evening to end. Curfew is midnight and we don’t want to be late. My father grudgingly agreed to allow me to go out this evening. He still views me as his little princess even though I am 16 already.

I have waited for what seems like a lifetime for this night. I have secretly had a major crush on Max for almost all of my life but I didn’t think he even knew I existed. For as many years as I can count Max has been a friend of my brother James. James and Max were a year older than me. Day after day, Max would come and go from our home, breezing right past me as though I was invisible. I suppose I was, after all, “just” James’ kid sister Zada. When high school came along for me, I developed from that skinny little girl to a not unattractive young woman. This year when Max came over after football practice it was soon obvious that his interest lay somewhere other than Xbox and Mountain Dew. My parents adore Max. For many girls that would clearly be a turnoff, but for me I have never been into the “bad boy” phase. Max is just perfect in almost every way and amazingly he doesn’t seem to know it.

He holds my hand gently in his as he steers the car down the lane. My heart flutters with each touch and I lay my head back against the seat. The music plays softly and I feel completely lost in the moment. That is until I hear the squeal of the brakes and I am thrown forward in my seat, nearly hitting my head on the dash of the car. I turn to look at Max and he is pale as a ghost. I follow his gaze to the front of the car and there lying on the ground is what is sure to be a detour that is most definitely going to make me late for my curfew.posted at http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-writing-hood-detour.html

© Lisa N ~ 3/18/2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Short and Sweet 24 Syllables

Poems Of This Caliber

Difficult To Write

Short Poems Can Be Hard Yet

Sweet In Their Own Right

Being ~ Angry vs Forgiving

“Being Poem”

Angry Versus Forgiving

Being angry makes me feel

Tired ~ Frustrated ~ Irritable ~ Resentful

Hurt ~ Sad ~ Bitter ~ Childish

Petty ~ Sleepy ~ Defensive ~ Stubborn

Being forgiving makes me

A Better Person ~ Patient ~ Smarter

A Better Wife ~ A Better Mother

Less Impatient ~ Healthier ~ Happy

Being either of these makes me

Human ~ Normal ~ Average

Neither Right Nor Wrong

It Just Is

Posted at http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/remembered_17.html

Sunset in the Cove

As the evening sky begins turning shades of blue and pale pink

I watch from my vantage point on the shoreline.

Patiently, as if in slow motion, the vessels return silently to the cove

that welcomes them back home.

Another amazing harvest and the crews are thankful for the gifts

which they have been provided.

Posted at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flash-55_17.html

Five Question Friday

1. Have you ever testified in court? For what?

I have never testified in court. Jury duty on several occasions but not as a witness.

2. Do you still have your wedding dress?

I actually do still have my wedding dress.

3. Is there a special place you like to go when you're happy, sad, stressed, etc.?

I like to walk or lose myself in a good fiction book.

4. If you have kids, do they sleep with you? If you don't have kids...will you let your kids sleep with you when/if you have them?
I believe children should sleep in there own bed.

5. Do you watch late night TV?

I like to watch Leno and occasionally Jimmy Fallon.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Luck Limerick

A Small Clover Leaf Of Green

With Powers That Are Unseen

Believe It Or Not

It’s Luck On The Spot

Let The Changes I Need Convene

Posted at http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2011/03/thursday-march-17-2011-luck.html

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Waves of Life

I sit looking out at the gentle waves as they slowly make their way further up the sand on the beach. I wonder to myself how exactly my life has come to this point. How did so much of my life change in such a short period of time? I lean back against the dune and let my head fall back. Closing my eyes I let the salty sea breeze flow around me and through my hair. The wind is soft and provides a much desired cooling relief to my sun kissed cheeks. The streaks there become more evident as the air dried the tears that rolled across in the not so distant past. I look to the glass I hold in my hand. To the casual observer it looks as though it is just a cool drink but I know myself that it actually contains a tea of sorts, the Long Island variety to be exact. The potion is sweet and provides just the right prescription, giving just the right amount of mellow to allow the demons in my head to be silent, if only for a moment. I wonder to myself as I sit enjoying the view and serene vista in front of me, how long it will be before anything will tickle my fantasy again. What will it take for the laughter to return and the loss to fade into the background? I know that it is my responsibility to step up and step forward but as for today I believe I need to sit back and garner wisdom and strength.

Posted at http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/03/3ww-ccxxxii.html

Write A Letter Wednesday

Dear Em,

I believe you have received the call regarding the letter that was sent to you by Eny. Oh how I wonder what your reaction was? When I read it the first time I almost peed. This overdue letter had been in the queue forever. Are you going to take any action? Es Ter at the bank feels you are in the right. I believe any angry reply would fit to a tee, as well. You mustn’t just take this abuse. My assistance Vee can forward any calls to me. I am staying at the Double U Ranch. I expect to hear from you. Why don’t we just set a time to get together?

Sincercerly,
Z. End

posted at http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/2011/03/write-letter-wednesday-9.html

ABC Wednesday ~ Letter I

Image from http://www.v2xit.com/praying_hands_1_.jpg

Inspired

In His forgiveness

In His grace and majesty

In spite of myself

Forgiven

posted on http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

Monday, March 14, 2011

Millionaire

I Could Be (a) . . .

Mean Spirited

Ignorant

Lonely

Louse

Impatient

Noble

Auspicious

Inspiring

Responsible

Encouraging

. . . If I Had The Money

Shamrock In Disguise

My Irish Eyes Are Shining

On Natures Purple Haze

Imagine What To My Surprise

My Blue Eyes Stopped To Gaze

Buried Deep Within The Plum

A Tendril Began To Grow

How Timely It’s Appearance

St. Patrick’s It Did Show

Arriving Unexpectedly

I Doubt That Is The Case

For Gods Great Beauty Never

Accidentally Shows Its Face

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