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Sweet dreams are made of cheese

Sweet dreams are made of cheese
Gouda, cheddar, feta, halloumi
I’d travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for some brie

Short one for NaPoWriMo day 26 – a parody inspired my misheard lyrics of the song “Sweet Dreams” by Eurhythmics.

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Bolong (NaPoWriMo #2)

The tofu man’s cart rattles along dimly lit roads,
Calling out to those in want of warm ginger soup.
He clatters a bell piercing through the song of crickets and toads.
In the shadows, a young lady emerges around the loop.
She smiles as he ladles a generous serving into a bowl,
And hands cupping the dish, lets the steam rise up into her face.
It might rain; there is a sound of plopping liquid as she gives it a taste.
Dropping a coin in his palm she hurries away, and to his horror he sees his soup trailing behind,
Through her back from a big gaping hole.

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For a poem based on exotic mythology, I was inspired by a trickster spirit my mother told me about, in the form of a woman with a hole in her back. Bolong means hole in Indonesian, and I suppose it would be a fun (but scary for the victim obviously) prank to play on anything requiring the digestive passageway. I am behind on 30 poems for NaPoWriMo with 10 left to go, but congratulations to everyone who completed the challenge today! I will continue writing the prompts – there is lots of inspiration just not enough time – and hopefully this is not a total faux-pas.

Thanks for reading,
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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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!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Lovely Alarm (NaPoWriMo #7)

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Photo source: toby.harvard on Flickr

Tick, Tock.
Goes any ordinary clock,
But mine is special,
It’s quiet.

Its face glows blue,
A calming hue,
When I cannot see
At night.

Its design is foldable,
Small and holdable,
A hardy companion
Overseas.

No thing is as loyal
To its daily toil,
So I never miss morning sun
Through the trees.

Scratches in clumps
From morning grumps
Accidentally knocking it down
To the floor.

With this it puts up
And several “shut ups”
So what if it doesn’t
Tick tock.

It is my best little alarm clock.

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I really do love my alarm clock. Except in the mornings. I have been sick and am consequently more motivated to write poetry than homework. Oh dear. I wish creative writing was as big a part of English as essay writing, and not just in Writer’s Craft which I will always regret not being able to take.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Pencil Update: Poem

Funny and very true. Source: 9Gag

With my green pencil as a lucky charm,

Scribbling through papers in calm alarm,

Arthropods, hemoglobin, and evolution,

Ranting about post Of Mice and Men depression

The clock ticks faster when things get tricky,

Got dizzy from the little thing called stoichiometry.

Tomorrow after math will feel like I’m in heaven,

Finished (and hopefully graduated) from grade eleven!

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I haven’t written much because my mental pencil has been used up making review notes and writing exams this past week. I cannot wait to start reading the pile of books on my to-read list, and of course, to write! Just a few more days until summer!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Woe of May Flowers


Warm breezes gently breathe, stuck in stuffy nose
Yellow dust of unhatched life surf waves of the air flows
Soaking up the sun and green and reach for a tissue
I love spring, I only wish I didn’t have – achoo!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Fortune Cookies (NaPoWriMo #21)

So they hired me as the replacement. Here you go. Some are helpful, most aren’t:

You will acquire a lemon. Most likely yellow or possibly one with wheels.

The next time you face indecision, trust your gut feeling. Unless you’re drunk.

You will almost say “funnest”, realize how gramatically incorrect you would be, and use “most fun” instead. Which isn’t fun at all.

Kindness goes a long way. A slap in the face sometimes does too.

You’ve wondered about who writes these fortunes anyway and how the paper is put inside. You were hoping for an answer.  And are now disappointed.

You will find a pair of really cheap and cute shoes. Someone will grab them before you.

For someone in this world, you are the rainbow after a rainstorm.

For someone in this world, you are the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. (This can be taken symbolically or charmingly literally.)

You are the key to your future. So just eat me.

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So, I tried my best. It gets easier to write the fortunes as you go along. I know this is a late post as far as the official prompts are concerned, but I always say, better late than never. Also, has anyone else ever tried to get the fortune out without breaking the cookie?

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Funny with a pinch of truth

After returning from a farmer’s market, my mother started telling us about a family obstacle course event that was being promoted there. It was a fundraiser to help kids suffering with addiction. The listeners nodded their heads, but most eagerly did the littlest sister, who with eyes bright with understanding said, “Ohhh, like to video games and computers right?”

I want my childhood back. And yet there’s something so true and foreboding in that innocent remark. It’s a good family car moment I want to remember.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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