Foolish thoughts

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A Summer Place

Memories

-CJ Holm

I knew a special place just beyond the glen
Where summer never ended and I would lead my men
Just below the treetops, far beyond the fray
A sturdy wooden warship, where my dreams would always stay

Sailing for adventure in the cottonwood leaves,
Branches were my ladders on these open seas
My wooden saber slashing, risking a certain death
I fought till the foe was beaten or I was out of breath.

We’d capture a pirate’s treasure, that my mates would store away,
Then sing a seaman’s shanty, till daylight turned to grey.
When mother called time for supper, I would turn and say,
We had set sail for adventure, tomorrow is another day.

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Oles’ White Lutefisk

Oles’ White Lutefisk
And The Legend of the Singing Coyotes

A long, long time ago, before the Hudson Bay trappers explored Minnesota’s vast prairie and timber, before all the beaver were driven from the cool valley streams, Minnesota was inhabited by the Dakota Sioux, the Ojibwa, and the Winnebago. For as far as the eagle can see, the grasslands and forest spread across the prairie, providing sustenance for all manner of living creatures. The drums, flutes, and rhythmic songs of the ancient tribes echoed in the evening skies, comforting all that wandered through the land, eating and drinking only what was needed from the land of their fathers and their father’s fathers.

Into this paradise walked Ole with his cow and wooden cart, squeaking and squawking, wandering about. Past deer trails and river beds, he sang as he strolled, of his memories, his daydreams, his life on this road.

Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!

Sweet land of brown bread
Where lutefisk’s served
A gift for the senses
Homes’ aroma preserved

Here the rivers are deep
The valley’s so wide
Don’tcha know day after day
My song is my guide

Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!

 

To be continued…

©2021 cj holm

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Décima Challenge #17

Ronovan Décima Poetry Challenge #17
“Prize” In D rhyme line

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Significance of D Rhyme Line

What can be said about Ronovan placing “Prize” in the D rhyme line? – Apparently a lot!

In summation word will stand alone,
Outcome of facts obtained before.
Its significance hard to ignore
In word play it’s hard to dethrone!
In rhyming scheme it is well known,
It’s not the first, second, or third,
An accumulation what’s occurred.
Now we don’t want to rhapsodize,
It is time to award the prize,
To say more would just be absurd.

©2020 cj holm

https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/08/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-17-prize-this-week-its-the-d-rhyme-line/

“Décima” (also known as Espinel) is a Spanish style or form of musical poetry that contains 10 lines of eight syllables.
The style has a rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Sometimes you break the stanza up in abba/accddc.
The abba/accddc requires either a period or semicolon after the fourth line break.

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Haiku Challenge (7/27/20)

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 316 – Destruct / Self

person with body painting

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A clever icon
built on sarcastic comments
will selfie-destruct

                          ©2020 cj holm

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/27/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-316-destructself/

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Haiku/Tanka Challenge (7/20/20)

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Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 315 – Chimpanzee / Kiss

White House chimpanzee
Sits behind his right shoulder
– There to kiss his ring

He never questions orders
Makes a perfect running mate

                               ©2020 cj holm

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/20/haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-chimpanzee-kiss/