Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 425

Sometimes life mirrors these poetry prompts. Last week, I had everyone write a sick poem, and I caught the flu. With that in mind, I hope this week’s lighter prompt leads to a lighter weekend.

For today’s prompt, write a happy distraction poem. For people used to social media, this would be akin to someone asking for pictures of cats or puppies or babies to help cheer them up. So instead of big, difficult poems this week, let’s write poems about the happy, little moments that bring cheer (like cats playing keyboards or babies laughing or puppies chasing their own tails around in circles).

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Here’s my attempt at a Happy Distraction Poem:

“The Super Blue Blood Moon”

The kids would be over the moon
for this lunar event if they
didn’t have to wake up so soon

to see the super blue blood moon
in the early morning, and they
might’ve preferred the warmth of June,

but when they saw it no one swooned
over waking early today
to see a funny colored moon.

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  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    listening to coyotes in the dark
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    at the end of a long brutal day
    we all welcome the distraction
    of calling out just to hear them
    dial in and call back,
    not the long low howl of wolves
    but rather a collective yip-howl effects
    by an alpha pair and their beta offspring,
    rising and falling in pitch and intensity
    complaining about the neighbors
    and missed meal opportunities,
    their chorus rippling across miles
    of damp sagebrush and this urban firepit
    chasing away troubles in the dark.

    © 2018 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. taylor graham

    THE TRUTH ABOUT ROMEO

    The soothsayer in her folds of drape
    was rife with warning: Beware the man
    who knocks with too many flowers
    in his hands; who praises the stars
    in your eyes – he’ll take you for a ride!

    It’s stuffy in here. Outside, trees
    bud with spring. It makes a gelding
    giddy, he strains against the lunge line.
    Did you fail to mention, Romeo
    is your daughter’s new riding horse?

  3. artifiswords

    DOING MY BEST

    In these trying times
    We can only do our best
    To hold ourselves together
    When it feels like the world
    Is totally falling apart…
    I wait eagerly for Spring
    The arrival of signs
    Of life renewed is uplifting

    The crocuses are
    Among the first arrivals
    Along with other flora
    Whose names escape me
    It isn’t until the tulips
    Are fully flowering
    That I know the
    Long hard Winter
    Is finally behind us

    Summer will come soon,
    Too soon…with more heat
    Than a body can bear…
    Am I the only one who would
    Pick either Spring or the Fall
    And stay forever there?
    In the meantime…tell me
    When tulip time’s here!

    © 2018 Robert Mihaly

    Posted also to:
    https://artifiswordpresscom.wordpress.com/2018/02/06/doing-my-best/

  4. De Jackson

    distracted by dragons

    i marvel at their cloud-scales,
    ponder wing and talon,
    teeth. wonder if they’ll
    come right out
    (of clouds)
    and play.

    and so,
    {needless to say},
    not much else got done today.

    ::

  5. qbit

    Divertimento

    If we trip the light fantastic
    It cracks an elbow on the sidewalk
    And stalks away resentful

    Breaking out in laughter –
    Will it itch, like a rash?
    Slapping ourselves all over

    Let the good times roll downhill
    Like that wheel of cheese
    They race in Gloucester

    And I wouldn’t jump for joy
    She knows that crazy martial art
    And will wipe that smile right off your face!

  6. grcran

    candlemassing the imbolc groundhog

    false spring tomorrow brings the blue norther
    frost tripping on the heels of huge blue moon
    with garden ready steady no one’s happy
    except one plaid-clad lad all glad and sappy
    his groundhog found the shade they’d summer soon
    til then this pen will spin songs ‘bout the weather

    gpr crane

  7. tripoet

    7x7x7

    My daughter runs
    and runs in the World
    Marathon Challenge,
    a marathon a day
    on 7 different continents.
    I sleep less
    and less, it seems
    the longer she runs
    on a mission to promote
    KINDNESS.
    We are mid-week
    now and while I
    do not run, I do not sleep
    until she is safely
    home. I am
    exhausted. Will some-
    one be kind enough
    to distract me?

  8. Kiri

    Every day, I walk
    six extra blocks
    to the wide, windowed
    walls of downtown
    towers, washed
    and gleaming,
    reflecting all the light
    from my face,
    beaming, strutting
    admiring this mean figure
    I’m cutting.

  9. taylor graham

    TREK’S ARTICHOKE DANCE

    Forever caught in puppyhood, my shepherd-dog
    brandishes an artichoke staff pulled
    from the garden, dead feather-fronds a-flutter.
    Instantly chivalric, he hoists this lance,
    finds the balance point; prances, dry fronds
    flag-rattling with his courtly-dainty leaps
    over the field of glory. This tournament as real
    as dog-let-free; as once, a puppy under discipline
    of harness, he performed a leash-ribbon dance
    improvised of unbridled joy for the feast
    of Francis. Now, again, he puts the rules aside
    and jousts this morning in his knightly-
    errant dance with artichoke lance.

  10. Jrentler

    the bliss of expulsion

    the moon is full
    of sh__
    400,000 pounds
    of it

    while my
    intestines dash
    9 yards

    never swelling
    to more than
    a stone

    & up above
    full of alloys
    & tang

    you wax
    then wane

    but never
    can purge
    us

    down the drain

    1. Jrentler

      *Also just a note: Robert, As a habit, I never read your poems till after I have digested the prompt and already created my own so it was a surprise when I saw that we both were inspired by the Lunar lady above this week

      also I’m sorry for the darkness, I know cynicism destroys beauty most often

  11. Jrentler

    the bliss of expulsion

    the moon is full
    of shit
    400,000 pounds
    of it

    while my
    intestines dash
    9 yards

    never swelling
    to more than
    a stone

    & up above
    full of alloys
    & tang

    you wax
    then wane

    but never
    can purge
    us

    down the drain

  12. Sara McNulty

    Delicious Orchards

    An orchard for picking
    berries in summer, apples
    in fall. That is not all.
    Marvelous market of fresh
    foods. No bad moods tolerated
    here. Enter. Scent of home-
    baked donuts, pies, and cakes
    permeates nostrils, slowly
    working its way down to stomach.

    Aisles of fruit and vegetables
    looking pose-ready for a magazine
    cover. Meat fish, and dairy–
    sauces, mustards, and coffees.
    Exotic teas and array of candies
    completes the tour.

    We always buy more than we need.
    Last week was our first trip here
    in over eight years. Pleased to
    say that Delicious Orchards
    has not changed. On every face,
    a smile displayed.

  13. SarahLeaSales

    Poetry in Motion Pictures

    In Pollyanna,
    I saw myself as the Sunday school girl
    who focused on the “Happy Texts,”
    because it helped me “keep the faith.”

    In A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,
    I saw myself in Francie Nolan—
    that lies weren’t lies if they were written as stories.

    In The Wizard of Oz,
    I saw myself as Dorothy—
    who fell asleep to dreams
    well-lived.

    In The Sound of Music,
    I saw myself as Liesl von Trapp,
    who saw the greatness of her country
    diminishing.

    In Kitty Foyle,
    I saw myself as “that sassy Mick”—
    once in love with an unattainable man.

    In Elmer Gantry,
    I saw myself as Sister Sharon Falconer—
    whose faith was strong,
    even as her love for a man made her weak.

    In Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,
    I saw myself as Milly,
    who tried to smooth out a rough-hewn man.

    In Gone with the Wind,
    I saw myself as Scarlett O’Hara—
    who proved that strength and tenacity
    could save it all.

    Classic movies have always been
    my happy distraction,
    for in them,
    I saw the parallels of my own life,
    and though their pain wasn’t my pain,
    their joys were my joys.

  14. MargoL

    Dancing to the music

    As they twirl across the floor
    Lights flashing
    Both passing
    Arm in arm
    Hands holding
    Dancing to the rhytm
    Dancing to the Chacha
    Wee…Here we go
    Move those feet
    Hear the beat
    And dance to the chacha.

    © Margo, January 31, 2018

  15. De Jackson

    Productivity Waning

    I started several things today,
    but there was a problem
    (or two, or three).

    You see,
    I’m a shiny object girl, a swirl
    of paint and chalk and heart-felt talk
    (no time for silly exchanges of how’s the weather? here.)
    I kind of want to know your soul. I’ve been known
    to wander off after a dandelion kite fluff,
    a tiny pig-tailed child,
    a blue morph
    -oh, butterfly that sang me something soft
    with her chatty wings.

    Here’s the thing:
    the world is full of lovely. The sky is yawning
    a particular shade of blue, and me?
    I’m timing breaths by leaf-furled breeze.
    I’m asking trees to tell me their secrets
    (sometimes you have to bribe them with cake.)
    Take my advice,
    take time for fussy flower faces,
    and traces of song that might hum
    your soul into a secondary shape.
    Drape yourself in tiny sprackly things,
    and sing something silly. The world will wait.

    Meanwhile, oh, my soul,
    we’re cloudy with a chance of
    laughter in the face of everything:

    this pup, that moon,
    your eyes.

    ::

  16. Connie Peters

    Puzzling with Purpose

    Since my world shattered
    into pieces like a china plate,
    I’ve taken out my jigsaw puzzles
    and put them together repeatedly.

    First the Thomas Kinkade garden scene,
    then the two wolves, and the cabin by the lake.
    Then it’s more Thomas Kinkade puzzles,
    an Aspen mountain and an ancient castle.

    When I face the pieces laying there,
    completing the puzzle, seems impossible.
    But one by one, the small pieces fit together
    and soon the whole picture forms.

    I put them together purposefully,
    reminding myself that as I work
    at the little daily things of life,
    the big picture will come together.

  17. Eileen S

    Going to Super Bowl LII

    A man in Minnesota
    had Super Bowl tickets
    that he could not use.
    He donated them to a charity
    that assists ill children.

    The charity found Cole Fitzgerald,
    a cancer survivor and
    a die-hard Philadelphia Eagles fan.
    Cole could never play football
    because of his disease
    but cheered from the sidelines.

    On Sunday afternoon, in Minneapolis,
    Cole will be front and center
    cheering for his beloved Eagles
    because of the kindness of a stranger.

    At the end of the day,
    one team will win
    and one team will lose.
    But Cole and the kind stranger
    will be winners.

    https://www.sunnyskyz.com/good-news/2620/Man-Gives-His-Super-Bowl-Tickets-To-Young-Eagles-Fan-Who-Beat-Cancer

  18. Walter J Wojtanik

    DISTRACTED TO WORDS

    Words are quite the healing balm,
    they happily free me from my ills,
    They truly soothe, they keep me calm,
    Words are quite the healing balm.
    Especially within a poem,
    I’ll have no need for pills!
    Words are quite the healing balm,
    they happily free me from my ills,

    1. De Jackson

      De’s Attracted to Words

      They happily free me from my ills,
      these phrases, like puppies at play.
      I literally have no other skills,
      but these happily free me from my ills.
      So imagine my excited chills,
      when Walt Triolet’ed today!
      They happily free me from my ills,
      these phrases, like puppies at play.

      1. Walter J Wojtanik

        LOOK! A POEM WITH PUPPIES!

        These puppies, play like phrases,
        and my friend loves the cuteness of puppies!
        This continued play touches all bases,
        These puppies, play like phrases.
        Cryptic poems built like mazes,
        more cuddly than a bowl of guppies!
        These puppies, play like phrases,
        and my friend loves the cuteness of puppies!

        **I was hoping you’d pick up on this!

        1. De Jackson

          Short Attention Span, Furry Butt

          My friend loves the cuteness of puppies!
          They keep her from working, you know.
          They also distract from her studies.
          Yes, my friend loves the cuteness of puppies –
          those furry little procrastination buddies.
          She has trouble saying no
          to the cunning and cuteness of puppies!
          They keep her from working, you know.

          1. Walter J Wojtanik

            ATTENTION! A FURRY BUTT SPAN?

            They keep her from working. You know
            how happily distracted she can become,
            Sometimes I wonder how much it will show,
            They keep her from working, you know.
            So furry, they scurry alleviating her worry and so
            they are always welcomed around her home!
            They keep her from working. You know
            how happily distracted she can become.

          2. De Jackson

            Spam? What, Sam-I-Am?

            How happily distracted she can become
            by what’s for dinner, or some Dr. Seuss.
            Green eggs and spam? Mmm, want some?
            How happily distracted she can become
            by all things Who, or culinary fun.
            It seems her imagination’s running loose.
            How happily distracted she can become
            by what’s for dinner, or some Dr. Seuss.

          3. Walter J Wojtanik

            100% Elephant

            Buy what’s for dinner, or some Dr. Seuss,
            sit on your egg, but don’t break it.
            Anything’s better than microwaved moose,
            buy what’s for dinner, or some Dr. Seuss.
            What Horton had heard is quite obtuse,
            but he’ll stay with his charge, not forsake it,
            Buy what’s for dinner, or some Dr. Seuss,
            sit on your egg, but don’t break it.

          4. De Jackson

            Egg on Your…Face?

            Sit on your egg, but don’t break it.
            Don’t let the tiny voices distract you.
            There’s no need to futz, or to fake it –
            just sit on your egg, but don’t break it.
            It scrambles the mind, I can’t take it!
            Why would anyone let that thing crack? Ew!
            Sit on your egg, but don’t break it.
            Don’t let the tiny voices distract you.

          5. Walter J Wojtanik

            CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

            Don’t let the tiny voices distract you,
            The ones in my head just get louder.
            Their ranting and raving I must eschew,
            But don’t let the tiny voices distract you.
            They’re quieter now, they must be through,
            They must have taken a powder!
            Don’t let the tiny voices distract you,
            The ones in my head just get louder.

          6. De Jackson

            The Inevitability of a Stray Strand of Song to Derail My Day

            The ones in my head just get louder –
            these lyrics I cannot stop humming.
            I’m a whistler, a singer, a shouter!
            And the ones in my head just get louder.
            I admit it, I couldn’t be prouder.
            Shhhhh. Listen! Another one’s coming!
            The ones in my head just get louder –
            these lyrics I cannot stop humming.

          7. Walter J Wojtanik

            THE MUSIC NEVER ENDS

            These lyrics I cannot stop humming?
            Musical poetics fill the air.
            While guitars string are a-strumming,
            these lyrics I cannot stop humming.
            Wait a sec, it’s lyrics that we are “sunging”
            and it’s melodies that we hum, if you care!
            These lyrics I cannot stop humming?
            Musical poetics fill the air

          8. De Jackson

            We Poem, Therefore We Get Nothing Else Done

            Musical poetics fill the air.
            Just poem all day, that’s the plan!
            Work stacks up, but we can’t care,
            as musical poetics fill the air.
            No other tasks can quite compare.
            I poem, therefore I am!
            Musical poetics fill the air
            Just poem all day, that’s the plan!

          9. Walter J Wojtanik

            I AM, THEREFORE I POEM. I THINK

            Just poem all day, that’s the plan!
            I love popping in and out to see
            what De leaves me so I can
            just poem all day. That’s the plan!
            It doesn’t hurt that I’m her biggest fan,
            and enjoy that she triolets with me!
            Just poem all day, that’s the plan!
            I love popping in and out to see.

          10. De Jackson

            Happy Poem in a Birthday Suit, with Candles

            I love popping in and out to see
            if the Birthday Boy’s left me a gift.
            His triolet dance is so happy to me,
            and I love popping in and out to see
            if poem-balloons are rising to be
            a celebration of phrase. Catch my drift?
            I love popping in and out to see
            if the Birthday Boy’s left me a gift.

            ::
            Happy Happy Birthday to our amazing Walt, who poems so beautifully, comments so kindly, and inspires us all with his word gifts.

          11. Walter J Wojtanik

            MAKE A WISH AND BLOW

            if the Birthday Boy’s left me a gift,
            it would come straight from his heart,
            And it would surely give me a lift
            if the Birthday Boy’s left me a gift.
            It would be up front, I’d need not sift
            through the weeds, I’d find my part
            if the Birthday Boy’s left me a gift,
            it would come straight from his heart.

            :: Thanks for the birthday props, De.
            Not as good as a De-cember to remember,
            but I’ll take it!

          12. De Jackson

            The Happiest Distractions on Earth

            It would come straight from his heart,
            the pitter-patter of iambic feet.
            There’s no stopping, once he starts –
            it would come straight from his heart.
            With the precision of a dart,
            and a dance rhythm that can’t be beat.
            It would come straight from his heart,
            the pitter-patter of iambic feet.

          13. Walter J Wojtanik

            THE SECOND HAPPIEST DISTRACTION ON EARTH: THE EASTERN VIEW

            the pitter-patter of iambic feet,
            followed by a cascade of poetic words.
            your pentameter is never complete
            without the pitter-patter of iambic feet.
            the poetic process cannot be beat
            to call it doggerel is absurd!
            the pitter-patter of iambic feet,
            followed by a cascade of poetic words.

          14. De Jackson

            Poetic Playdate (When We Should Perhaps Be Working)

            Followed by a cascade of poetic words,
            we tumble into the room.
            We’ve brought our adjectives, nouns and verbs –
            followed by a cascade of poetic words
            that range from sweet to merely absurd.
            I dropped my onomatopoeia, and it went BOOM!
            Followed by a cascade of poetic words,
            we tumble into the room.

    2. grcran

      what a joy to read all of these! might even be called a littany to the therapeutic benefits of poeming. this is an extremely rich collection of poems, along with the engaging interplay between the two of you

  19. Daniel Paicopulos

    Living on Planet Awesome

    Living mindfully
    in political bedlam.
    Peace is a challenge.

    Soft blue, like the sky
    in the first kiss of sunrise.
    Peace, carried by doves.

    Turning towards others.
    Living with an open heart.
    Easing into peace.

    At all times, choose life.
    Choose friends and love and sharing.
    Most of all, choose peace.

    Opportunities
    abound for friendship and joy.
    There is bliss in peace.

    Turning toward others,
    living with an open heart.
    Peace begins with love.

  20. PowerUnit

    The Day After is Always Brightest

    After a sou’wester thick
    the fluffy snow doesn’t stick
    to your boots as you kick
    and the glint throws back
    spray before they slick
    the sunshine and a lick
    and your smile upticks

  21. Daniel Paicopulos

    Living on a Planet Awesome

    Living mindfully
    in political bedlam.
    Peace is a challenge.

    Soft blue, like the sky
    in the first kiss of sunrise.
    Peace, carried by doves.

    Turning towards others.
    Living with an open heart.
    Easing into peace.

    At all times, choose life.
    Choose friends and love and sharing.
    Most of all, choose peace.

    Opportunities
    abound for friendship and joy.
    There is bliss in peace.

    Turning toward others,
    living with an open heart.
    Peace begins with love.

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