What Does Trash Say to Mother Earth Each Day?

Trash Talk

by Rachel Hoyt

image by artur84 via freedigitalphotos.net

Our remnants talk back.

They smack and nag,

flaunting their right to still be:

"You're not my mother,"

says the old bag

floating deep down in the sea.

"I'm no man's brother,"

shouts the sharp frag

flying through space furiously.

"I'm no one's lover,"

grunts the worn tag

fuming within Mt. Debris.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

This poem was inspired by the many piles of trash on Earth -

in the ocean, on the land, and in space  - spoiling her worth.

Technorati Tags: Trash, Earth Day, Poem, Rhyme, Think, Poetry

Poetry Prompt - Crambo aka Bouts Rimés

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I'm bringing back a Friday tradition.  Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Will you help me bring back this hip historical habit?

Cower

Buzz

Flower

Was

Power

Does

Above are the words.

Get writing rhyme nerds!

There will be no winner. This is just for fun

and the joy of rhyming a smile for everyone.

Music Medium Funky With a Side of Spicy Sauce

Flavorful Tune

by Rachel Hoyt

image by renjith krishnan via freedigitalphotos.net

I like my music mezzo funky

spiced like beef stew - meaty, chunky,

with dashes of garlic, pepper, and onion,

popping out like mysterious grunion.

My feet retreat to restful corners

when beats blend or break at the poles of order,

Yet if the stew simmers mezzo spice

I taste and dance without thinking twice.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

They say they've found the perfect recipe
for casting a dance trance on you and me.

Technorati Tags: Music, Beat, Poem, Rhyme, Think, Poetry

Poetry Prompt - Crambo aka Bouts Rimés

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I'm bringing back a Friday tradition.  Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Will you help me bring back this hip historical habit?

Graffiti art in the Santa Barbara Funk Zone

Curve

Beach

Pier

Swerve

Reach

Peer

Above are the words.

Get writing rhyme nerds!

There will be no winner. This is just for fun

and the joy of rhyming a smile for everyone.

UPS Saves Millions Per Year By Avoiding Left Turns

Right Wrong Turn

by Rachel Hoyt

If you missed that left turn,

There's no need to stop stern,

Blocking and locking up traffic -

Life will move more slick

If you go straight, then right,

And right at the next two lights...

Assuming you must go that way,

Don't find joy while astray...

For sometimes on the long way we learn,

Good can come from making wrong turns.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

UPS saves millions by avoiding left turns.

Could this truth extrapolate to life lessons one learns?

Technorati Tags: Turn, Drive, Poem, Rhyme, Think, Poetry

Poetry Prompt - Crambo aka Bouts Rimés

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I'm bringing back a Friday tradition.  Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Will you help me bring back this hip historical habit?

Wall

Drip 

Gall

Slip

Fall

Lip

Above are the words.

Get writing rhyme nerds!

There will be no winner. This is just for fun

and the joy of rhyming a smile for everyone.

Reasoning and Higher Cognition Lead to Concern for Justice

Cognition Corner

by Rachel Hoyt

 

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High above the beat of love

which tells the feet to dance,

Atop the spine that can't unwind

unless stuck in a trance,

Near the ears which strain to hear

proof of justice in life,

Behind the eyes where wisdom spies

at karmic joy and strife,

There is a place where thoughts find space

to thicken into guilt,

Where reason calls selfishness treason

and concern for justice is built.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

A new study shows that justice's ignition

is sparked by reason and higher cognition.

Technorati Tags: Brain, Justice, Poem, Rhyme, Think, Poetry

Poetry Prompt - Crambo aka Bouts Rimés

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I'm bringing back a Friday tradition.  Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Will you help me bring back this hip historical habit?

 

Image by rachhoyt (me) via Instagram

Part

Collage

Art

Garage

Front

Image

Blunt 

Scrimmage

Above are the words.

Get writing rhyme nerds!

There will be no winner. This is just for fun

and the joy of rhyming a smile for everyone.