FISHING FOR SPRING (Cinquain)

Blue skies

Welcoming sun

A high of thirty six

Brave souls angling for the love of

Walleye

Marie Elena
 

Photo by Keith R. Good

KENNING'S WALT

Beatles-mad
  Polish lad
    Friday’s child
      Smidgen wild

        Stuff fixer
          Rhyme mixer
            Beach walker
              Ed talker

                Hard worker
                   P.A. lurker
                    Bills fan
                      Buckeye man

                        Poem writer
                          Sleep fighter
                            Word gifter
                              Mood lifter

                                Lake dweller
                                  Funny feller
                                    Smile bearer
                                      Blog sharer

Marie Elena

There.  I KNEW I'd seen a photo from your BeatleMagic Ed Sullivan gig.  Hope you don't mind that I snooped through your FB photos and snatched your Ed Sullivan impersonation pic, Partner. Too fun! Now maybe my "Ed talker" line will make a little more sense to people, eh? ;)  

WAVING TO A MADMAN

There once was a madman ‘cross Erie,
Who, throughout the madness, was cheery.
And while I’m assessing:
His work is a blessing.
At least, that’s this blog partner’s theory. ;)

Marie Elena

WITH A WINK AND A NOD

“Give credit where credit is due!”
(Apparently something I blew.)
In movie-line credit
go look for my edit.
See, Peggy? I did that for you!

Marie Elena

http://aleerily.blogspot.com/2011/01/heres-to-more-business.html

HERE'S TO MORE BUSINESS!

We feel like we’ve lost you too soon,
but just when we’re needing a boon,
we’ll look up and smile:
in true Powers style
you’ve platinum-plated the moon.

Marie Elena

Inspired by my cousin, Carrie Powers-Miller.  Thanks for the idea of Uncle Jim and Punk platinum-plating the heavens! 

Also inspired by my son, Brandon, who was inspired by his Aunt Peggy (my seeester), who was inspired by Truvy, who reminded us that "It's all right. Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." Truvy (Dolly Parton); Steel Magnolias. 

The edit of this credit was inspired by Peg, who read it, then reminded me that it was *she who told my son to get it.   

Phew!

POPSICLE TOES REVISITED

It comes and goes
when the west wind blows
and we're in the throes
of lake effect snows.
Jack Frost, the leader of my foes,
is drowning out my Ho, Ho, Ho's.
These ten little guys have surely froze;
the way it goes with popsicle toes.


Walt

AND SO IT BEGINS...

November 1st.

Two months to a new year. The disheartening fact of the matter is that last night, Halloween had me listening to the "Sounds of the Seasons" channel on Music Choice section of our local cable. Rather raucous and rambunctious renditions of "This is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson, and "Feed My Frankenstein" by Alice Cooper. Every sinister and macabre song, sound and effect at the touch of my remote.


Step into November. A cup of coffee, leaves meandering out my window and a brightly colored Christmas tree upon my TV screen with Bobby Darin crooning "Silent Night". It's been in the stores. It is filtering into advertising. But it doesn't infiltrate into my house until at least Thanksgiving. The seasons changed on me overnight. I should have had some warning. And so it begins...


Walt

SPEAKING OF ANIMALS...

God has a sense of humor. That is very clear to me.

Just take a look at nature, and you’ll see it perfectly.

I’m thinking ‘bout the porcupine, who looks so cute and snuggly.

But when his enemies approach, things quickly get quite ugly.

The Manakin’s a little bird that’s talented, no doubt.

He does a perfect moonwalk. Really - you should check it out!*

I think God threw the skunk in as a most surprising joke.

He may appear defenseless, but his scent will make you choke.

Then there are tons of samples when you look into the sea.

The octopus, the seahorse, and the jellyfish are three.

The flounder’s an amusing chap, which I’ll describe to you.

He has such mixed-up features, it may take a line or two.

His eyes are placed together on the same side of his face;

and yet his mouth is in a weird and unexpected place.

He looks like he should swim one way, and yet he swims another.

And let’s just say his face could be loved only by his mother.

The Duck-billed Platypus? Oh PLEASE! You can’t escape the humor!

Now here’s some information that is true, and not a rumor:

This odd, warm-blooded Manera has some reptilian features,

So some dismissed him as a fake -- this odd one of God’s creatures.

God has a sense of humor. Do I need to spell it out?

He made the likes of Walt and me. Does that erase all doubt?

So much of God’s creation is amusing beyond measure,

But this one thing I know for sure: it’s simply for our pleasure.

Marie Elena

* Check out the Manakin:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2Bsu4z9Y3k

AT THE ZOO

Cramped quarters, and crowded to overflow,

you never know how these things are planned.

As it would stand, the animals had little say.

It was sad and upsetting in a way,

that the keepers made the choices and

those without voices had little to say.

The variety of the species was intriguing,

in a league all their own, over-blown

in scope, and that left little to say.

Everyday, the wild ones were forced into domesticity,

a simplicity to those cracking the whip. The zookeeper

fond of rum indeed, due to breeding and nothing constructive to say.

Four young lions, strong in spirit and vision,

but always in division over their birth right

and wrong as it sounded, they had little to say.

Gazelles, graceful and girlish, flanked the habitat,

concerned with this and that, did strive to survive the onslaught,

but, they ought to have been allowed more to say.

When it was feeding time “at the zoo”, the milieu

benefited the fittest, as we crowded around the dinner table.

You could label us as you wish, but each dish had something to say.

Life in “the zoo” offered sanctuary, with nary a worry,

for family gave you more than we “beasts” expected.

We were well protected, and that said it all.

 

...AND SPEAKING OF LAKE ERIE

FISHING AS A HOBBY:  STATISTICS IN HAIKU

Half like it. Half don't.
It all depends on which end
of the line you're on.

Marie Elena

HAIKU

Ten days of silence
Eerily, Across the Lake
Buoycotting muses?

Marie Elena

HAVE YOU NOTICED?

As far as lakes go,

truly great ones either are,

or surround, Erie.

I'm just sayin'.
Marie Elena

UNDERWALTER WORLD

I must rescind on aquatic beings,
plural though they might be,
Across the lake with friends like you,
who needs anemones?


Walt

KIMO: THIS, I KNOW.

I come home. Keith is running the vacuum.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I am just sucking up.”

Marie Elena

Honest.  Just happened. I love that man. =)

"LUNE-Y" RESPONSE

Quick! Wet Ones®!
Murky Erie planted a kiss
On baby’s lips!

Marie Elena

Here, Walt.  Let me get that for you:  Groooooooooooooan...

LAKE ERIE'S BESSIE

There’s talk of a monster in Erie
and, though it is merely a theory,
I won’t dip my feet
And risk being the meat
For this theory of which I am leery.

Marie Elena

HAIKU (HOCKING HILLS, CINCO DE MAYO)

The sign aptly states

the potently obvious:

smells like dairy air.

Marie Elena

Photo by Keith R. Good

(“Smells like dairy air” was my pun-lovin’ husband’s quip. I’m still giggling over that one.)

HAIKU (HOCKING HILLS, TUESDAY, MAY 4, 2010)

Surely you see it

when you look into my eyes

I'm falling for you

Marie Elena

(Falls at Old Man's Cave; Lower falls)

Photo by Keith R. Good

MAY RAIN

Clouds, dark and ominous,
a predominance of wind and chill,
not enough to kill the plants
but enough to make them dance
in the whip up of weather.
A silence falls; precursor
to a storm approaching,
encroaching on a good day
with the threat so offered.
A mist begins, begetting a shower;
a sudden downpour ensues
while you rush to the car
with keys in hand and a hope to reach
the power windows before
giving the seats a good soaking.
Tough luck. It's a shame
you don't move as quickly
as you used to. Rain - 1, seats - zip.


Walt

MAUMEE

Like “Mommy,” with the accent on “Me,” not “Mom,”
An historic city with great aplomb.
Her river feeds Erie,
She’s female (my theory),
See Maumee dot org (not dot com).

Marie Elena