Tropes PAD 17-2, haiku

 

Tropes

 

Telling a story

Repeating scenarios

Often switching up

People, places, happenings

Ending nicely

Sometimes

Trope PAD 17-1, Rubai

 

College Dating

 

My college years sound like a trope,

With cross connections like a rope,

Between some roommates and some friends.

Yes, it was like a real-life Soap.

 

From ex and beyond, it extends,

Relating in curios blends.

Roomie liked my ex plus a guy.

The guy liked me and here it tends

 

To complicate and go awry.

I liked my ex’s roommate, sigh.

Another friend’s ex asked me out.

I dated him, but not sure why.

 

It grew tangled, without a doubt.

Somehow or other, all worked out.

I got with ex’s roomie, yay.

Roomie got with ex, roundabout.

 

We had some months to date and play,

But then, time came to go away.

I went to Wyoming to stay.

And met my hubby one fine day.

Possible, PAD 16-3, Rondeau

 

Keep On Writing

Keep on writing, through thick and thin,
Though you may think you will not win.
When success seems far out of reach,
And you fear, “Those who can’t do, teach,”
Feel wasting time may be a sin.

You’re tired of being so “all in.”

Always taking it on the chin.
You’d rather relax at the beach.
Keep on writing.

Rejection puts you in tailspin.
You need to grow a rhino skin.
All’s possible with God does preach.
He does listen when you beseech.
So please, finish what you begin.  
Keep on writing.

 

Possible PAD 16-2, Rondelet

 World of Possibility

 

The travel bug

Oh, I had caught it early on.

The travel bug

It started slowly as a slug.

To see the world, I have felt drawn.

Immunity is now long gone.

The travel bug

possible PAD 16-1, PB nuisance, Rondel

 

Mean Old Winter

 

 Fair autumn days are slipping past.

Old winter’s chasing on its heels.

Who’s ready for what winter deals?

Impossible for fall to last.

 

Mean winter’s coming way too fast.

At gloominess, my poor mind reels.

Fair autumn days are slipping past.

Old winter’s chasing on its heels.

 

Bare branches stark in skies like glass.

Sheet ice on roads aims, maims, and kills.

I freeze, at least, that’s how it feels.

As days go by, gray snow’s amassed.

Fair autumn days are slipping past.

Monster PAD 15-3 Rispetto

 

Send Them Packing

 

The monsters creep about at night,

Which shows that they are truly wimps.

Afraid to face you in the light,

They hide away with all the imps.

 

So if there’s monsters neath your bed,

You tell them go, fill them with dread.

Because you’re brave and good and wise,         

The monsters run in their surprise.

Monster PAD 15-2, Rictameter

 Despair

 

Listen

Do not give up

Go forward bit by bit

Do not let despair devour you

Head up, eyes forward, one step, then the next

Chase away fog that blocks vision

You have done harder things

Be encouraged

Listen