Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged attention, bees, busy-ness, humor, just a scribble, poem, Poetry, robins, spring on February 22, 2020| 39 Comments »
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She tells him with glee
that the robins have arrived
right on time
and the first honeybees
are busy in the heather.
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He pretends to listen
but she knows he doesn’t hear –
he’s busy paying bills
also right on time
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so as usual
she just notes the new arrivals
on her calendar
and mentions them
in the rough draft
of a poem.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged humor, kindling, life, poem, Poetry, relativity, time, tumbleweeds on January 12, 2020| 44 Comments »
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I remember
when twenty-five years
was my whole lifetime.
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Now a quarter century
is just another tumbleweed
bouncing down the street –
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a little bit battered,
a lot more dust
but what wonderful kindling
I’ll be!
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© 2019, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged creativity, ditty, frustration, humor, light verse, muse, poem, Poetry, verse, writer's block on October 4, 2018| 41 Comments »
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Your muse didn’t run away,
she came to visit mine today.
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I watched them climb the cedar tree
to drink their mountain berry tea,
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and as the sky turned into rain
I watched them climb back down again.
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They danced until their feet were dry –
and then I heard them call goodbye,
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and now my muse has gone away –
it seems she fled with yours today.
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When they arrive, please send her home
to change this verse into a poem.
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(c) 1994, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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From 1994; dedicated to anyone else who has ever suffered from writer’s block!
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 1990's, tagged clouds, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, humor, nature, pansies, poem, Poetry on July 19, 2018| 23 Comments »
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Polka-dotted sky
white-cheeked clouds mooning the earth
pansy smiles and winks.
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(c) 1992, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-posted from 2013)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged 1970's, aging, change, Cher, humor, noise, perspective, poem, Poetry, youth on January 13, 2018| 67 Comments »
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1970
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The gray haired lady
next door
thought I didn’t see her
ducking behind a curtain
watching me
on my knees
weeding the rose garden
four months pregnant
long hair like Cher’s
with the bangs
husband on the porch
playing “Guess Who”
on our new 8-track
wondering
if it was too loud.
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2018
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I duck behind the curtain
convinced they can’t see me
watching them
as she sweeps the porch
pregnant belly half bare
short hair in spikes,
her boyfriend’s Harley
revving up
tattoos shining
heavy bass beating
from a window.
I hope they don’t see me
but yes
it’s just too loud.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Gramma Krackers, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, chickadees, fall, Gardening, Gramma Krackers, humor, poem, Poetry on October 3, 2017| 53 Comments »
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Gramma Krackers
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I love when flowers
go to seed
and chickadees
come to feed
and there’s no need
to deadhead,
nor to weed.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post… a Gramma Krackers poem)
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged attraction, chemistry, humor, hydrogen atom, Love, nucleus, orbit, passion, poem, Poetry, Relationships, science, splitting atoms on July 22, 2017| 15 Comments »
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They were hydrogen.
He was nucleus
stable, self-contained,
she was electron
buzzing-surround
caught by attraction
held firmly in place
unable to split.
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© 1982, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post of a poem written in 1982)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged affection, gift, humor, nature, poem, Poetry, possum, wildlife on May 20, 2017| 13 Comments »
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Possum tumbles
like an old football
through branches
to the garden below.
Dazed, he snuffles
through warm leaves
climbs again
limb by slow limb
to his dozing nest
where he’ll finish his dream
of the gardener below
who is wiping her shoe
on the grass.
He thinks she is kind
and tonight
he will leave another offering.
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(c) 1997, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged frogs, Gaia, humor, Maestro, music, nature, night, opera, poem, Poetry on April 21, 2017| 32 Comments »
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The chorus is in chaos.
I lie awake and listen
to the frogs
across the wetlands –
their indiscreet cacophony,
their bald discordant din
of tuneless bass
and baritones,
and one quite well-intentioned
adolescent squork.
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Then comes Gaia
dressed as Maestro
waving her baton
in phosphorescent
ups and downs
until the chorus
is entranced
with “con amore”
in an ocean
of full moons.
And finally it’s adagio
adagio…
adagio…
that fades
to midnight indigo.
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And then one last harumph
and off to sleep.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Gramma Krackers, haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Gramma Krackers, haiku, humor, poem, Poetry, tanka, wordplay on August 23, 2016| 11 Comments »
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When you say haiku,
I say gesundheit,
give you a tissue.
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When you say tanka
I say you’re welcome –
we are so polite.
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When you say meter
I think therefore iambic.
Tell me you are too.
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Can you play on words?
Maybe if they all had wheels
they could play on you.
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(c) 2012, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post – plus this was also posted on “Gramma Krackers” a couple of years ago. My apologies to those who have already read it.)
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