Posts Tagged ‘poetry’


Posted: April 15, 2017 in Nature, Poetry
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© janet m. webbb 2017

It’s Saturday, which means I’m putting out another Friday Fictioneers story from my archives and I just happen to have one that is about the night before Christmas.  It’s Christmas Eve Day, so how could that possibly work any more neatly, I ask you?  I hope you enjoy this bit of Christmas poetry and also a joy-filled Christmas Eve.



‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
(With thanks to Clement Clarke Moore for the original)

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Just one creature was stirring and it wasn’t a mouse.
The stockings were hung on the mantel with care
Just a jump-able distance away in the air.

The tree looked delightful, amazing to see,
The perfect playground for a Christmas kitty.
The family was snoozing away for the night.
Now was the time for some Christmas delight.

All of a sudden, there arose such a clatter
They rushed down to see the whole lot in tatters.
But in the kitchen, there was nothing to see
Save an innocent-looking, complacent kitty!

I struggled this week to not run amok and re-write the entire poem because I had some great lines that I couldn’t get in to this version. (May do it another time.) However, I ruthlessly channeled my inner Rich/Nazi English teacher (NOT saying that’s you, Rich, but I know you’ll give me a hard time about it anyway) and pared and re-pared until I actually got down to 100 words, my goal each week just because it is. 🙂  I hope it gave you a good laugh and got you in the Christmas spirit!


Posted: November 26, 2016 in Poetry
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© janet m. webb 2016

I’d planned to do a post on some of Chicago’s architecture that we saw on our river cruise last Friday, but I have a sore throat and runny nose, so I don’t feel like spending much time on my laptop.  Earlier, I was think about poetry and how much fun it was to read aloud to our girls (whether poetry or books.)

As I’ve mentioned before, we had a set of the orange Childcraft books and among the volumes I still have are several with poetry. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, so if you have young children, read it aloud to them.  If not, feel free to read this one of my favorites aloud if you’re somewhere where you can do so without causing people to think you insane.  Or, just let them!

Laura Elizabeth Richards

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

“Laura Elizabeth Richards was born February 27, 1850, Boston, Massachusetts. Her father was a social reformer who later gained fame as an abolitionist and was the founder of the Perkins Institution and Massachusetts school for the blind. Her mother was the poet Julia Ward Howe who is best known as the author of “Battle Hymn of the Republic.”

From All Poetry

For more of Laura’s poetry, click here.

© janet m. webb 2016

A new flower blooms
Delicate and resilient
Reaches for the sky

© janet m. webb 2016

Groups of animals have some intriguing and unusual names, such as a gulp of cormorants and others I mentioned several years ago in my post, “A Fine Kettle of FIsh.”  In “The Three Amigos”, El Guapo tells Jefe that he has  a “plethora of pinatas.”  (If you haven’t seen the movie, do, but also go to the link and read the first quote, which will clue you in on the pinata line.)

It’s spring, so I went to the file of haiku I’ve written over the years I’ve had my blog and pulled out the spring verses.  But what would I call the group?  A happenstance of haiku?  I’m partial to that.   A handsomeness of haiku?  A beaucoup of haiku?  At any rate, here are my spring haiku and you’re welcome to chime in on what the aggregate of them should be called.

 Spring Haiku

Are robins ever
Babies or do they emerge
Fat and red-breasted?

While we slept soundly
A spring fairy flitted ‘round
Tapping with green wand

In the dark of night
A green spring bomb exploded
Everywhere outside

White dogwood petals
Fall gently in spring snowfall
Wind shovels for me

Earth waits patiently
Watered by the melting snow
Ready for new growth

Frozen life unfurls
Green leaves stretch toward pale sunlight
Children play outside

Today it blew so hard
	that I considered taking my shower
	fully clothed
lest the roof blow off
	and I
                like Dorothy
	land in Oz
(more likely?)
	be left exposed
	to the neighbor’s gaze