Rowing Down a River – NaPoWriMo 2017 – Day fifteen – prompt: a poem about middles

Rowing Down a River

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I find myself in the middle of incredible

joy. I find myself in the middle of passion.

I have at times, found myself in the middle

of arguments. And at times I have been

in the middle of making difficult decisions.

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I am neither above or below.

My mother was an only child.

Of her nine children, I was the one

in the middle. My middle name

belongs to my mother. My first

to my Dad.

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I take the middle slice of cake, the middle

fruit from the tree. My house is neither

top or bottom of the street. I have rowed

a raft down the middle of the river. I have

oft’ times found myself in the middle of love,

hope and peace. I know there will be other times

when I am in the middle of great sadness.

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I think this is not the middle of the poem;

it is the end. I find myself in the middle

of a whole month writing poems. I find

myself in the middle of true passion.

Benita H. Kape © 15.4.2017

Last, but not least, here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always!). Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. Half a loaf is supposedly better than none, but what’s the difference between half of a very large loaf and all of a very small one? Let your mind wander into the middle distance, betwixt the beginning of things and the end. Hopefully, you will find some poetry there!

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Fred Dagg satire – NaPoWriMo 2017 – Day fourteen – prompt: clerihew

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Me acting the part of Fred Dagg at a club in the ’80’s (please note the top of m’ gumboots)

John Morrison Clarke, aka Fred Dag,

aka anyone he wanted to parody and bag.

We all applauded his song and his actions,

but we wonder if he died with his gumboots on.

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Dame Valarie Adams,

I’ve never seen her in denims.

An amazing, many times shot put champion;

a woman of strength and fine ambiance

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Marilyn Munroe,

married to a DiMaggio called Joe.

She was a sex symbol, an icon;

and she jibbed at portraying dumb blondes.

Benita H. Kape © 14.4.2017

Sadly John Clarke died in Australia last week. He was born in NZ. and much loved in both countries. In the photo above I had at my side a live lamb who bleated and pissed the whole time I was on the mike.

Last but not least, our prompt! Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.

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