I Remember Those Big Family Parties (NaPoWriMo #17)

The cooking of spices steaming from rice and chicken
Grandmothers’ voices, one soft and one crisp, worn with wisdom and time,
And so doting.
Open arms for hugs and smiles for exchange
Sweet and salty fragrances mixed with the invisible care of hands rise from the tables
Similar voices embrace each other in song and laughter
When the family gets together.

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Around this time, I really miss our family halfway around the world. And family parties are the best – great food and great merriment. Our grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… Nothing can replace the gatherings we have and the memories that stay so vivid in my mind. I really hope there is time and chance to visit them all soon.

This poem was supposed to describe something with at least three of the five senses. And what is more rich in senses than a party?

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thebookybunhead

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By Candlelight (NaPoWriMo #15)

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Photo source: miheekimkort.com

A crowd huddles by a small palm fire,
Passioned flame captured in high candle light,
Leads the way from billowed smoke of the pyre.

The stained glass loses colour with the night.
Stories spoken of the beginning of time,
Still bitten by cold, gloved hands clasp tight.

Flickerings against dark appear sublime
Glows passed by hand illuminate faces
Dispel disappointments of pre-spring rime.

In the quiet, wonder adorns the spaces,
Within doubts buried hope can be revived.
The miracle mystery in hearts race,

Reminds us the value of being alive.

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This was inspired by Easter Vigil and was supposed to be published yesterday, but the rhyme scheme proved trickier than expected. I love this mass because it provides a special time to reflect and be thankful. I truly believe the Catholic faith is about love, and I am reminded just how lucky I am to be around the people I am.

For reference from NaPoWriMo.net:
Terza rima - consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.

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thebookybunhead

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An Easter Basket of Lies (NaPoWriMo #16)

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Photo source: victoriaexplorer.com/events/easter_egg_hunts_in_Victoria_2014

It is the cause of the biggest shopping spree of the year in our family.

We buy lots of food, especially chocolate in the shapes of bunnies and other cute animals.

We have a long standing ritual of dying a rainbow of eggs in our family.

We put them in a basket in the backyard so the animals can have a spring treat.

With hundreds, almost thousands, of chocolate eggs and chick marshmallows, we set up the ultimate egg hunt for our family.

There’s so many, often we find more candy, forgotten ones, the winners of hide and seek from last year.

There’s a giant party – we exchange gifts and have a feast – it’s like a second Christmas in our family.

And we put on brand new fancy clothes for a street parade because why not, everyone knows it’s a holiday.

But we don’t go to church.

Because we don’t really celebrate Easter in our family.

How can a man rise from the dead?

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From the NaPoWriMo website: “write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.”

So this is all a lie. Our family loves Easter, it is a special time for reflection and celebration. But we do not follow what is “traditional” to do around this time – not all of that stuff that I’m sorry to say has commercialized this holiday. But anyway, in spite of the little harsh ending of the poem, I wish everyone a very happy Easter and that you enjoy this time with everyone you love.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Halibut or Haddock? (NaPoWriMo #14)

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From Buster's Sea Cove! Photo via Cupcake Queen on Pinterest

A conversation over the counter:

-Your order?
-Is there a special?
-Do you like crab?
-Is it from the Pacific?
-No, but how about traditional fish and chips?
-Can I have salad instead of fries?
-Halibut or Cod?
-Do you have Haddock today?
-Sorry, it’s very loud, Haddock as in the captain in Tintin?
-Yes please, two, but they won’t come out burnt like that one?
-Oh, you don’t like black olives and fried onions on your fish?
-Can you please put the toppings on the side?
-Any drinks?
-No thank you, but any napkins?
-It comes in the box, is that ok?
-How long will I have to wait?
-Will you listen for the number 29?
-I must first get fresh air; however do you survive behind those hot stoves?
-It is rather claustrophobic in here, isn’t it?

-Thank you, it was very delicious.

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From the NaPoWriMo website: The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question.

Went to our favourite fish joint today where the line up stretches around the block for hours before and after noon. Five chefs dish up steaks, sandwiches, ans seafood pasta as quickly as orders come in, from a horde of hungry strangers eagerly awaiting their first bite. The customer came out pretentious at first, and it is tricky to write conversation strictly in questions. It is so busy we would never have the chance to speak to the chef, so I’m paying compliments here.

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thebookybunhead

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A Glimpse into Elder School (NaPoWriMo #13)

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Mozsna Castle, Poland. Plenty of buildings of this kind in the campus I visited. Photo source: Alex_B_Melon on Flickr.

Detachable turtle shells on their backs
Vision darkeners on eyes
Singing matchboxes in ears
They venture into castles of great size
Full of great hopes and great fears

The blinding lamp shines down from the sky
Earth’s green hair greets shoes
With toothpick heels and patterned stamps
In paper caverns they search for clues
Into winding stairs and glass ramps

Determined and satisfied with word parcels in stack
They play fortuneteller to themselves for the years that will pass by

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So I took a campus tour of a university I was accepted into, and I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was, like its own world within the city. It is around exam finals and everywhere were focused faces – in the park, the library, the lounges, the hallways. Somehow it made it both easier and harder to imagine studying there for four whole years.

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thebookybunhead

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Age (NaPoWriMo #12)

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Source : bambilulu.tumblr.com/post/24974465359

Age is a legendary director of awful movies.
It is a singer-songwriter, and multi-instrumental performer.
Age is the bold and the bashful.
It is community and children’s health.

Age delights in a wide range of beer.
Age is interested in the mundane and overlooked.
Yet itself is a wonderful, secret, and magic combination.

It is a naturally occurring block fundamental to the crafting of many blocks in the game.

In a small but impressive microcosm of the universe, age is creativity -
Alive, flourishing.
It offers more than 1000 possibilities.

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I am the co-author of this poem along with Google, where these phrases were found from searching the term “wood.” the task was to replace a concrete thing with an intangible idea, in this case, age. Surprisingly, there are many business names with this word, offering lots of unchanged inspiration from page 1-5 of the search results. Individually it seems a bit odd, but together I think it works!

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thebookybunhead

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Winter in April Playlist

23 songs for a white chill mood with a warm hot chocolate and happy heart. They never fail to put a smile on my face, happy easy listening:

Sous le Ciel de Paris – Jill Barber
Cecilia – Simon and Garfunkel
Junk of the Heart – The Kooks
Baby It’s Cold Outside – any version
Benny and the Jets – Elton John
Isn’t She Lovely – Stevie Wonder
Pick Me Up – Hollerado
The Girl from Ipanema – Stan Getz & Astrud Gilberto
Come on Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners
For So Long – Andy Gibbs
The Golden Age – The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Wouldn’t it Be Nice – The Beach Boys
Jammin – Bob Marley
September – Earth Wind and Fire
Put Your Records On – Corinne Bailey Rae
The Lazy Song – Bruno Mars
Masque Nada – Sergio Mendes
Solace – Scott Joplin
Blackbird – The Beatles
Chicken Fried – Zac Brown Band
You And I – Ingrid Michaelson
Oxford Comma – Vampire Weekend
Go Outside – The Cults

Yes, the styles are completely jumbled. But I like variety when I’m listening to music. Inspired by “The Modern Philosopher”, who like most of Canada, is experiencing Christmas weather again, at a very wrong time. Let me know what you think if you decide to have a listen!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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