Sunday, April 21, 2019

Easter - A Vanity Plate Found Poem

Today I have written an Easter poem using only vanity plates.  At the end I also gathered extra plates collected over the past few years that might be used in a Bible passage or sermon/message:

Happy Easter

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” 
Mark 8:36
Here's my Easter Poem on a Plate for today, using only the plates - a found poem!.  Can you read it?  I've put the poem below the plates.

Easter Message on a Plate



Hey, you!
Sunbeam,

Give thanks

Forever;
Anchored
In faith,

Believe!
Look up,
Know Him;
God loves you!
Rejoice!

Love,
Jesus -

I am 
the only one.

by Donna JT Smith ©2019






Saturday, April 20, 2019

R is for READ2M

It's R today for AtoZ!
R is for ride, too.  Our motorcycles arrived yesterday evening in perfect shape.  I had my denim skirt on, but I took it for a spin around the block as soon as it hopped out of the van...no helmet, no jacket, no gloves, no valid license plate...what a Rebel!  Boy, did that feel fine!  Now to get our driver's licenses here and get these registered and inspected here.  Sigh.  No real riding until that is done.




R is for READ2M - I thought first it was Read 2 ME and then I reread it... ah, "read to 'em" - probably a teacher's plate.



Read to Them

Read to them
   the books they need
   the books they want
   the books they breathe

read to them
   and give them words
   and give them thoughts
   and give them...birds

      and dinosaurs
      and little bugs
      and knowledge that's
      like little hugs

read to them
   from days of old
   those tales we loved
   that we were told

read to them
   of Alice, Seuss,
   of Treasure Isle
   and Mother Goose.

read to them
   the tried and true
   then read to them
   of something new

      comparing hair
      lights in the night
      how poems sing
      about Great White

read to them
   and read some more
   sit on the bed
   sit on the floor

   whatever you do
   wherever and when
   just remember to
read to them.

by Donna JT Smith ©2019










Friday, April 19, 2019

Q is for QUANDRY #AtoZ Challenge

First, it is Poetry Friday..  so you have to opportunity to read and relish poetry from all around the world today, just by clicking on a few links at Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, our Poetry Friday host today at The Poem Farm.
Secondly, yesterday was Poem in Your Pocket day - though no one seemed to know that.  But I gave my grandson poems to be handed out at school anyway - he handed out 30 poems for kids to put in their pockets!   I visited our local library and handed out a few myself.  I figured, why not?  It was a school break day for some area schools, so there were parents and students everywhere.

And then a side note...our motorcycles arrive today sometime, along with my helmet, jacket and boots!  So exciting.  Hope the trip goes smoothly!

And now for AtoZ Q day.  Honestly, this has been the worst letter every year!  People just don't like using Q on their plates.  I have used these all in the past on Q day.
Q is for...QUANDR3 - I made my own plate and posted all my other years entries...I'm not liking Q.  When I get back to Maine, I think I'll have to think of a good Q vanity plate for my car.
ACME LICENSE MAKER
Really Q?

It’s a quandary, a difficulty,
A dilemma with no end;
My plight is for the letter Q
And rules I’ve had to bend.

I’m bewildered, it’s a puzzle,
Though predictable predicament.
I’m in pickle, in a bind,
And in awed bewilderment!

The hang-up is the letter Q,
The letter after P -
All the other letters aren't
Fraught with perplexity.

The impasse I’ve arrived at,
This sheer uncertainty,
Of where my next plate comes from,
Is not my cup of tea.

Q could have been for QWEST
Or QUILT or QUILL or QWIK
Instead I’m left with nothing
And it just makes me sick.

So please, if you are reading this
And wondering what to do
Please reconsider plates with K
And changing them to Q.

ThanQ

By Donna JT Smith ©2019

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For AtoZ in 2018, I had this plate and wrote this poem:


Quatro
One and two and three and four.
Strumming on guitar?
Or counting?
by Donna JT Smith,  ©2018
I wrote a Quinzaine for this one.
A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables in three lines with the syllable distribution of 7/5/3.  The first line is a statement and the next two lines ask a question relating to the first line.
Quatro = four in Spanish
Quatro = a small guitar with four or five strings or pairs of strings, used in Latin American and Caribbean music.
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In 2017 this was my posted poem and explanation:
So, you say, this doesn't begin with a Q.  But, see those two Q's!  So this counts.  And it is the only one I could find besides GQQD LF which I used a while ago on a Sunday this month.


MQQSEY

"Mooose,"
said Doc BrownCow,
"I think she'll be fine!"
"Thang-Q,"
Said Mommoose.
"I'll cut down on the pine."
"She does needed some fiber
But stick to the reeds,
That's all the fiber
a growing moose needs."
QT Moosey moaned,
"No more piney trees?
I love how they taste;
Just one more tree, please?"
"You heard Doc BrownCow now,
Not one more tree, dear;
You must eat in the marsh;
Doc BrownCow was quite clear!"
"I promise," QT said,
Then they moosied on down
For a snaque in the swamp
Brows furrowed with frown;.
They lunched on some ferns
For growing strong bones,
But then came dessert -
A cool treat of pine cones.

by Donna JT Smith, 4/19/2017

So, forgive me for no Q at the beginning?

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On my first vanity plate year, 2016, I only had this one:
I didn't have a clue what to write about this one, not having any idea what it could possibly refer to.  Then I did a quick Google of the letters and came up with Quidditch, a game in the Harry Potter books.  I've not read or seen any Harry Potter stuff, so was at a loss as to what to write.  I researched this elaborate and kinda violent game, and this is what I came up with:



What, you have never heard of Quidditch?
You do not know the sport of Wizzes?
Why everyone who's anyone
Plays it and knows what this is.

1 seeker, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper
Make up two seven person teams;
Add 2 Bludgers and a Quaffle ball:
It's not as confusing as it seems.

Astride brooms players dodge the Bludgers;
The Seekers snatch the Snitch,
While Chasers try to score with Quaffle -
Worth 10 points in the game Quidditch.

Snatching Snitch earns 30 points
To bring it to an end;
If you're confused, you aren't alone -
How 'bout a game of chess, my friend?

by Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved



Thursday, April 18, 2019

P is for PTL PSHR #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 18 of National Poetry Month, and today is Poem in Your Pocket Day - the day to carry a poem around in your pocket to read to a friend.  I've posted that below my AtoZ.

I am writing poems each day this month based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day.
Today is day 16 of the AtoZ, and we are on the letter P.

This plate was found on a florist's car in Maine.  As I looked at it again, I was reminded of the pedal pushers we used to wear, and the idea of a bicyclist being a "pedal" pusher, too.  But I went for the flowery kind...
P is for PTL PSHR:


Spring Push

The bulbs we planted in the fall
Are popping up, the big, the small,
Pushing through the soil to touch the rain.

They seek the sun and warmth above
and husky coos of mourning dove
while dancing on the edges of the lane.

The petals open one by one,
and in the brightness of the sun
The honeybees hum-buzz a sweet refrain.

A kaleidoscope is all a flutter;
A loveliness of ladies clutter.
The petal pushers drive them all insane.

Sweet spring has pushed the sun in view;
Restoring, starting life anew,
Reviving joyous birds in choral strains.

The bulbs we planted in the fall
Have pushed and poked to start it all -
The Symphony of Spring none can contain.

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

(Note: A group of butterflies is called "a kaleidoscope" and a group of ladybugs is called "a loveliness".)

And my poem for tomorrow's Poem in Your Pocket Day:

Dinosaur at Lunch

Chomp, crunch, roar, munch!
Dinosaur is eating lunch!
Don’t disturb those giant jaws!
Stay away from giant claws!
Crunch, munch, roar, chomp!
Watch out for big feet that stomp!
A dino’s dangerous to feed -
A suit of armor’s what you’ll need!

By Donna JT Smith ©2019
For Poem in Your Pocket Day April 18, 2019


But the whole poem goes like this:

A Poem in My Pocket

I need a poem for my pocket
Something nice and short to rhyme
I guess I’ll have to write one
I don’t have a lot of time...hmmm….

Maybe one about a dog!
Perhaps a cat or bird,
An elephant or porcupine -
Not anything absurd!

I know! I’ll write a poem
About a dinosaur,
And how it likes to chomp and munch
And how it likes to roar!

Chomp, crunch, roar, munch!
Dinosaur is eating lunch!
Don’t disturb those giant jaws!
Stay away from giant claws!
Crunch, munch, roar, chomp!
Watch out for big feet that stomp!
A dino’s dangerous to feed -
A suit of armor’s what you’ll need!

And that is how my poem goes!
Of dinosaurs and lunch
And how to feed them carefully -
I like my poem a bunch!

By Donna JT Smith, 2019 (Nannie)

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Extra P vanity plates I found:






Wednesday, April 17, 2019

O is for O2GO2C #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 17 of National Poetry Month. I am writing poems every day in April.
It is also the month of the AtoZ Challenge, and my 8th year in participating.
Combining the two, I am writing poems based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day.
Today is day 15 of the AtoZ, and we are on the letter O.

I did not find a plate this year for O before we moved. But for 2016 I had this one in my collection:

O is for O2GO2C:

 Oh to Go

I've had landlocked days,
I have them still;
but, oh, to ride
the waves
until 
the night 
falls fast
and gulls at last
retire and hush their calling -
away the mountain,
trade the glen,
turn from creek
to ride 
again
upon the waves that crest
and bend
drawing back
to sea 
and when
too long my soul
has been adrift
ashore
no anchor aft nor fore
 my wish is
Oh, 
to go
to sea,
onto the
rolling sea
again. 

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

 And these were some others.  If you saw my 2016 AtoZ, you saw these extras.





Tuesday, April 16, 2019

N is for NTHSTAR #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 16 of National Poetry Month. I am writing poems every day in April.
It is also the month of the AtoZ Challenge, and my 8th year in participating.
Combining the two, I am writing poems based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day.
Today is day 14 of the AtoZ, and we are on the letter N.
N is for...both of these!



And N is for Nonet.  The Nonet is a 9-line poem having 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line.

North Star

Look deep up into night’s clear, dark sky
Into the depths of sky’s ocean
Where the glittering fish swim
And the dippers tip hats
Merak and Dubhe
Point the way to
Polaris,
The North
Star

By Donna JT Smith ©2019

With just a little bit of tweaking, I turned this Nonet into an Acrostic-Nonet - which I THINK I just invented...I shall dub it the Acro-Donet!  Lol!

North Star

Night of clear, dark sky, I look upward;
Ocean’s depths overhead twinkle,
Radiant glitter fish swim,
Tipping dippers align.
Haste, Merak, Dubhe -
Seek Polaris.
The North Star
Anchor
Rocks!

By Donna JT Smith, 2019

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Extra N vanity plates:








Monday, April 15, 2019

M is for ME AUTO #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 15 of National Poetry Month. I am writing poems every day in April.
It is also the month of the AtoZ Challenge, and my 8th year participating.
Combining the two, I am writing poems based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day. Yesterday I did REJOICE.

Welcome back AtoZers for the letter M - the 13th letter.
It's for...ME AUTO:


Maine Autos


A parade of autos on 95
Are cruising at high speeds;
Other cars travel dirt roads -
from lanes and lines are freed.
Some jalopies rust encrusted,
abandoned in the weeds,
happily take lawn space
minimizing mowing needs.
When vehicles need license plates
some sport the standard feeds,
but others state their messages
in fancy letter reads -
like MCKYMSE and MYTHICL
to show their loves and creeds;
or in vanity they think we must
know something of their deeds.
I wish that crusty, rusty lawn car
amid the tangled weeds
would have a plate to commemorate
such a faithful, trusty steed,
so everyone would know at least
he's "R3TIR3D" not "GN 2 S33D"

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

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My extra plates:





Sunday, April 14, 2019

Sunday - Rejoice

A to Z resumes tomorrow with M.
This is for National Poetry Month...
a Sunday poem...

I decided to try a Rondine for the poem today. Maybe I'll try another Rondine on the day for R.  It wasn't that easy, but it worked itself out.

Rondine Poem:
12 lines - 8 or 10 syllables per line, except in the 7th and 12th lines
2 stanzas - 7 lines in the first stanza; 5 lines in the second
7th and 12th lines are a refrain
The refrain comes from the opening word or phrase of the poem
Rhyme pattern: abbaabR/abbaR

This is a plate from my collection this year that works for a Sunday.  It almost doesn't need a poem.  The word is a poem all on it's own. 


Rejoice

Rejoice with them, as trial’s embraced
For patience sprouts from those base seeds
Growing knowledge of truer needs
And happiness that’s been erased
with greater joy will be replaced
though still unknown just where it leads
Rejoice with them

Weep with them but decline to waste
A breath on unrequited deeds
For surely goodness all proceeds
From each test to be grace replaced
Rejoice with them.

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

~OR~

Joy

When joy returns again and again
When joy pours onto paper from pen
When you tell the world your heart's content
Though the road you're on has twists and bends
It’s the joy that you were meant to live
The joy that's given meant to give
And others see there's some unknown
More than the bit your life has shown
When joy pours out and freely spills
To where it overflows and fills
the space in other hearts and souls
both quenching thirst and flaming coals.
My greatest hope is in the voicing
Others know my heart’s rejoicing.
And they will also see that life
is not devoid of joy in strife.

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

I began the second one, JOY, first.  Got interrupted, and lost my momentum.  Began again and gave myself a challenge with the Rondine, and wrote REJOICE. Then I went back to my original poem and picked up from where I left off.  So which do you like better, or neither one?

Verses on the topic of rejoicing:
Luke 10:20 - Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.
Isaiah 65:18 - But be ye glad and rejoice for ever [in that] which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.
Romans 12:15 - Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.
Romans 5:3 - And not only [so], but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;


Saturday, April 13, 2019

L is for LV2RID3 #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 13 of National Poetry Month. I am writing poems every day in April.
It is also the month of the AtoZ Challenge, and my 8th year in participating.
Combining the two, I am writing poems based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day.

L is for LV2RID3

Live to ride or Love to ride?

I Love to Ride

It started with a hassock,
a cowgirl hat,
a vest;
I giddy-upped and rode all day
till sun set
in the west!
And then came my bike, Daisy,
I stabled
in the shed;
I rode her on the driveway
until I
went to bed.
When I grew up I got a horse -
a real one, then
some more;
I loved to ride across the fields,
down lanes and
on the shore.
Nowadays I live to ride
and go where
I would like,
With motorcycle as my steed -
I love to
ride my bike!

by Donna JT Smith ©2019

Friday, April 12, 2019

K is for KRILLER #AtoZ Challenge

It is day 12 of National Poetry Month. I am writing poems every day in April.
It is also the month of the AtoZ Challenge, and my 8th year in participating.
Combining the two, I am writing poems based on Maine vanity plates I've spied this past year.
The AtoZ does not have a letter for Sundays, but I will post a non-vanity plate or extra vanity plate poem on that day.

Today is also Poetry Friday, so there are poems gathering - lots and lots of links to follow to great poetry at Irene Latham's place today.  Check out the links at Live Your Poem, today.

Irene is also hosting the Progressive Poem for April.  If you go to Reflections on the Teche later today, you will see Margaret Simon's line she's added.  Today is the 12th so we are on line 12...follow along with us!  I'll be adding the 30th line on the last day.

On this 11th day of the Challenge, we are on the letter K.  I couldn't find a K plate before we moved, so I made this one up on the licensemaker site.  Sorry!!! But this seemed like a plate you might find in Maine!


K is for...
License Plate Generator
Krill Killer

I'm a Right Whale
Big, not bad;
No sharp teeth,
But I'm not sad.
Baleen strains
my food just right
My prey is small
and out of sight!
Sucking down mini
Crustacean dudes,
Those bigger prey
are not my foods.
Can't sip a seal
or slurp a shark
down in the deep,
down in the dark.
The ocean's tiny
glittery fish
Are what my lips
sip, slurp and swish!


by Donna JT Smith ©2019

Right whales got their name because whalers thought they were the "right" ones to hunt, as they float when dead and often swim within sight of the shore.
Their habitat is off the coast of New England.