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What to Do About Molly? She brought a snake inside for me,displayed her newest prize to see.I cringed but knew it should not beinside my home so grabbed a broomand swept it out and cleared the room.I have to find a gentle wayto let her know if she will stay,no more these critters can she slayand tote inside for praise, reward.I've closed the door and now she's bored.I should evict in daytime hoursthen she could nap beneath green bowersand sometimes hide from raindrop showers.At night, sans prey, I'd welcome herinside, with love, I'd stroke her fur. ~~Judi Van Gorder Verse Form: Briolette

The Sierras and the PacificPart I The Sierras call In the east the mountains rise, rocky and steep, with craggy boulders that one must scramble or leap.Evergreens stand sentinel Prepared for snow, their branches reach down with glossy green needles, from base to crownWildlife abounds Squirrels scurry, coyote stalk, black bears roam, a young buck rubs a tree to shed his velvet loam.Seasonal paradise Ski races, skating on ice, lounge by a fire, best winter sport, splash in the summer lakes, ride a horse, or hike in shorts. The Sierras call.Part II Sirens of the Pacific Lazily stroll barefoot on the warm wet sandy shore with toes tickled by foam, and listen to the ocean roar.Madrones, on guard Sculptured by the wind these red trees bend east, knarled driftwood and seaweed add to the visual feastBounty of the sea In the ocean’s depth reside creatures enormous and tiny, some cling to rocks, some swim deep, and some are briny.Year-round action Bikini or wetsuit, surfing, kayaking, sunbathing or fishing, and best of all, a bonfire on the beach and moonlight kissing. Sirens of the Pacific. ~~Judi Van Gorder Verse Form: Sidewalk Poem a la Gervic

Weekend CampingHere's to the scavengers of the campground.Those black bear who lumber in, to scout around, stealing an unattended watermelon, unboundby civility or fear of the weekend camper's frown.They trash the trash, leave behind their debrisand in their wake, a mess for everyone to see.The sounds outside my tent, I admit, scare mebut, it is their home where they should run free. ~~Judi Van Gorder Verse Form: Shai'r

Trey Today I cried tears of regret. I was not enough. -------- Judi Van Gorder Still playing with Forms, this is a Lune.

Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Indian Verse Regional Forms Tripadi in the Bengali Region, now known as Bangladesh, is considered one line in three parts even though it is almost always written in three lines. So I guess you might say, each tercet is simply a full sentence in 26 or 20 syllables broken into lines. The elements of the Tripadi are: stanzaic, almost always in tercets. A poem can have any number of tercets. syllabic, 8-8-10 syllables per line and sometimes 6-6-8 syllables per line. rhymed, aax bbx Surprise White flakes drift onto spring blossoms, disrupts play of frisky possums, soft surprise snow supplies a new delight. ~~Judi Van Gorder Chittagong Where giant ships journey to die hidden away from prying eyes to be chipped bit by bit, recycled boats. The third world demolition sight, environmental waste ignored blight, Bangladesh laborers tend to their chore. ~~Judi Van Gorder Regional Verse Forms

Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Irish Verse Form. The Cethramtu Rannaigheacht Mor may appear to be a relatively simple stanzaic form but like its name, it isn't as easy as it may look.. The short lines may seem terse or choppy. The elements of the Cethramtu Raanigheacht Mor are: written in any number of quatrains, syllabic, each line has 3 syllables. rhymed xaxa xbxb etc, x being unrhymed. written with the defining features of most Celtic poems, cywddydd (harmony of sound) and dunadh (ending the poem with the same word, phrase or line with which the poem began) Irish Verse Forms Swinging Door by Judi Van Gorder Open door lets her roam, in and out of her home. Fun with toys bright play things, when she swings small bell rings. She'll not leave here's hopin', through the door left open.

In a couple of days I am on my way to see my granddaughters, here is something I wrote to entertain them. It is a Madsong. Silly Rabbit Today I stroked a hare and felt his furry coat so silky soft and then he coughed and ran off with a goat. I know I saw a toad he hopped into my bed with slimey skin he jumped right in and made me bump my head. I smelled a cow just now. How did she get in here? With cloven hooves and bellowed moo's she stopped by for some cheer. I think I heard that rabbit, his loppy ears so long, with twitching nose and wiggle toes and singing a silly song. I made a savory stew, though won't make it a habit with lots of spice it turned out nice I ate that silly rabbit.