Blossoming: A “Translation” Poem (NaPoWriMo 4/23/2014)

Published April 23, 2014 by kdorholt

From the Old English poem “The Ruin” to my poem “Blossoming”

seah on sinc, on sylfor, on searogimmas,

on ead, on æht, on eorcanstan,

on þas beorhtan burg bradan rices.

Stanhofu stodan, stream hate wear

widan wylme; weal eall beefing

See! Oh jacinta, oh clover, oh seagrass,
Oh ivy, oh aster, oh edelweiss,
Oh baby’s breath, bachelor buttons, roses
Stand! Sturdy stephanotis, stream with wonder
water willow, Welcome all blossoming

Poems for Dylan’s Birthday

Published April 22, 2014 by kdorholt

*These are not my best poems, but Thursday is my grandson’s birthday. So I took what little time a had today to write him two poems for his birthday card. I don’t expect calls from Hallmark or American Greetings!

Always

Always let Mommy know how much you love her!
Always let Daddy know you love him too!
Always let Macey know she has her brother
To watch her and love her from home to the moon!

Always be kind to each person you meet,
Yes, each living thing needs the kind things you do!
Though they might have stinky kisses or feet
They need to know they are special to you.

Always remember to say, “Thanks,” and “Please.”
When needed remember to say, “Excuse me.”
Remember say, “Bless you” to any who sneeze.
Remember “warm words.” Oh, try not to “mean tease.”

Always remember—be ready to smile
at people who seem like they’re lonely and blue.
Take a few minutes to talk for awhile.
You’ll make new friends and they’ll feel better too.

Always try hard to make Mom and Dad proud.
They love you more than any boy who they’ll know—
if you dance, swim, play Legos, or sing really loud,
Awake or sleeping, wherever you go.

A Limerick on Dylan’s Birthday in Two Stanzas

Ever be kind to your “Gigi” grandmother,
‘cause you’re never going to get another!
She raised your loving mom,
Who you know is “da bomb!”
And you’d not be here had Mom been Lolo’s brother!

Oh we’ll not forget your good pal “Bapa” either,
who’ll watch any movie with you in the theater!
He cooks you supper and lunch,
And plays videos a bunch!
He and Gigi love you! (Boys don’t come neater!)

Age Appropriate: a New York Style Poem

Published April 21, 2014 by kdorholt

Sunlight streaming through my bay window
emphasizes my emotions
I feel invigorated after morning exercise
endorphins pumped by my accomplishment
physically fit, mentally alert
perusing the net
(which is so much better
than fingers inked
black from newspapers)
there she is pictured
in perfect practice—
roller skates laced up tight,
legs in supple splits
braids rakishly waving over shoulders
tongue out in childish concentration
the headline—a warning to me:
22 Things You
Should Never Do
Again After 50
splits on skates is one,
okay, ow,
limbo at neighborhood barbecues,
of course,
crowd surfing in mosh pits,
sheer terror!
the list continues,
but I need not read
one word more
(best kept as past possibilities)
my muscles begin a bitter ache
like they’ve been beaten by Batman
my spine stiffens, like a mummy’s
my arches fall like sky divers
I was soaring so gold-medal
-winner a moment ago
now (thanks to the
enlightening article)
I’m feeling
my appropriate age.

Anna Mae (NaPoWriMo 4/20/14)

Published April 20, 2014 by kdorholt

*My Grandma Anna Mae was always a puzzle to me– a real riddle. She never talked or shared much and always seemed a bit removed and strict, not only with us children, but with herself, too. Then one day my mom told me a secret–one of the only things she knew about her mother. She had been engaged to a wealthy man before she married Grandpa. There was one other secret–mysteriously her father brought her back from Pennsylvania, where she was an accountant, to Akron. My imagination concocted the rest, but I bet I’m right.

None need know
my secret!
It is secured
in my mind.
Love’s story
locked away
alone.

Vaguely, some
few shall
only know
I was
engaged
once,
not to Oscar—
before Oscar.

Daddy brought
me, the
dearest daughter,
back from the
break. He
bitter, broken-
hearted for me.

Even then
I sat up
straight,
mouth closed
in a taut,
tight line—
my position
of choice

in a world
now
that offered
a woman
few choices:
no vote,
no bank loans,
no dream

to decide
yes or no.
My only options:
to keep a
surreptitious, singular
secret—
a particular
portion of my
life story—

and
an
elected
dignity,
too
disrespectful
to
describe.

Unequal Bittersweet (NaPoWriMo 4/19/2014)

Published April 19, 2014 by kdorholt

Unequal Bittersweet

My bittersweet is not
an autumn miracle
With bunches of berries
that blend from green,
to yellow, to orange–
unequaled in brilliance!
Nature’s celebrated send-off
to warmer days, and
a happy harbinger
of winter’s holiday
berries of its own.
Nor warm, comforting color
to paint the living room,
for all the family
a welcome home!

My bittersweet is the
best of literature!
The true-life ending,
not the fairy-tale finish,
a longing that lasts
past the last sentence
melancholy, meaningful,
makes me feel human
and whole and right
yet torn apart with willful
desire to divert the
author’s mind and
make it mine! Slowly
silenced by satisfying truth
it’s not my story:

Scout, lying in sickbed,
meets mythical, battered Boo
at last because
he selflessly saves her
from dreadful death!
and then he’s seen no
more—a real man once;
an enigma always.

Pooh and Puff forever!
Learn the pang of parting
For Christopher Robin,
Jackie Paper must
grow on and part
with childhood play
and friendly fantasy—
a twinkle in life’s memory.

Charlotte, truest friend
in the araneae world,
saves Wilbur from
certain slaughter—
salvation by her
humble spinning!
And silently dies
in shadow, alone.

The unicorns are freed
from the prison sea,
prancing once again
in virgin forrest!
Gone forever, Lir’s
still loyal true love,
always a one-horned
beast who’s learned regret.

Valjean, some’s ultimate hero!
Loses his fight for
Frenchmen’s freedom
along with the throng
of citizens massacred beside
him, united with Cosette and
Marius for merely a moment—
an angel holds his soul.

The three hero
Musketeers of once
unshatterable, certain souls
defeat the deadly duo
Milady and Richelieu!
Suffering the the sorrowful
death of d’Artagnan’s great
love, Madame Bonacieus.

Denmark’s Ellen escapes,
her loved land liberated—
no more notorious Nazis!
Yet Peter lies buried
in cruel, forgotten
unknown grave
not by his
beloved Lise’s side.

Buttercup and Wesley
in happily ever after
at last! But wait,
maybe life is not
a fantastic fairy tale
“maybe life isn’t fair
only better than death—
that’s all.”

*Thanks to tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/BittersweetEnding/Literature

I, too, Will Have My Say (NaPoWriMo 4/18/2014)

Published April 18, 2014 by kdorholt

Cliven Bundy, you old galoot!
I’m tired of the tune you toot.
I’m tired of your militia way.
Your “reaction one” is point and shoot!

Cliven Bundy, you should pay
For your cows eating grass and hay.
Follow the law, you are no king,
And should do what the G-men say.

Cliven Bundy, hear me sing
Let the bells of freedom ring
to the ears astride your head.
(Not under your strange right wing.)
Time you did the patriot’s thing.

You’re not a hero: you’re a dead-
beat. The kind of man I fear and dread—-
A guy who thinks above the law.
I cringe to think your kind might spread!

My Inner Spring (NaPoWriMo 4/18/2014)

Published April 18, 2014 by kdorholt

In spring I rise alive to see
fruits of the winter’s pregnancy.
What joy I feel at nascent birth,
the babe of spring returned to me.

All winter’s snow-crowned white is worth
Waiting for my spring’s reworked earth.
The sky’s a softer, purer blue
My thoughts contain a brighter mirth.

Fresher, too, air and flower’s dew
wash away the sullen darker hue–
As of late blanketing my soul–
With new vigor I spring anew.

I vow to everyone bestow,
a kinder touch. More love I’ll sew.
Like new-hatched chick, new songs I’ll sing,
And brighten life, easing some woe.

Yes, all my world will know it’s spring!

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