Three Haiku for You

A pink butterfly

flutters on a bright yellow

onesie of a girl.

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Bubbles float around

her head until one settles

on her nose and pops.

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She crawls back and forth

expending energy that

I wish I could have.

Blackout Poetry - Deep Magic

This is my other blackout poem that I wrote for swap-bot. I created it from page 185 of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis in his larger work The Chronicles of Narnia (my copy has all the stories of the series in one book).

Deep Magic

By Candace Shultz

The warmth of his breath came over her,

and she covered him with kisses,

her eyes very bright, limbs quivering.

He was beautiful.

They rolled together

in a happy laughing heap

of arms and legs.

It was like playing with a thunderstorm.

And when they lay together

panting in the sun,

no longer tired or hungry or thirsty,

All was golden.

Blackout Poetry - Incompatibility

I entered a swap at swap-bot involving blackout poetry.  I chose Pride and Prejudice page 162 for my poem.This is one of the poems I sent to my partner, titled Incompatibility.

Incompatibility 

By Candace Shultz

Her deeply-rooted dislike of man

Did not vary for an instant.

When he should have hope

He had doubt and anxiety.

Colour rose into her cheeks,

And she said,

If I could feel, but I cannot.

I am sorry.

His eyes fixed on her face,

His complexion pale with anger,

The disturbance of his mind visible.

Where, Oh Where, Can That Zombie Be?

Back in September 2011, I began a poem inspired by the song Last Kiss by Pearl Jam (go here to see lyrics and to hear the song). I wrote about half the poem and then put it down to rest. Every once and a while I'd pick it back up with a fresh mind, but here we are, almost a year and a half later, and I've finally finished the poem.

In no way am I making fun of the song Last Kiss. My poem basically goes along with the music/rhythm of the song.

Where, Oh Where, Can That Zombie Be?

By Candace Shultz

Where, oh where, can that zombie be?

I know he’s looking out for me.

He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed

And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.

I was sitting in a bar drinking a beer

When a man nearby moaned in my ear.

I turned around to tell him off,

But his rancid smell made me cough.

I couldn’t believe my own drunken eyes.

His rotting skin was crawling with flies.

His mouth was dripping with blood and gore.

When I saw his guts, I ran out the door.

Where, oh where, can that zombie be?

I know he’s looking out for me.

He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed

And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.

I ran down two blocks before I slowed down.

I took a few breaths and looked around.

The creepy man was nowhere in sight,

But I heard a noise, so I looked to my right.

Across the street a woman screamed at a man.

He moved in closer and pushed her up against a van.

He leaned down and when they pulled apart,

She fell down and he was eating her heart.

Then the woman stood, and when she looked my way

I ran and hid, which saved my life that day.

Where, oh where, can that zombie be?

I know he’s looking out for me.

He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed

And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.

Stir Crazy

Well, Christmas has come and gone. It didn't inspire me to write. However, today I went stir crazy. And guess what? I wrote a poem.

Stir Crazy

By Candace Shultz

Pressure builds in my chest.

Anger burns in my veins.

Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks.

I can’t sit still,

So I pace the floors

As screams echo in my head.

Day in, day out, it’s all the same.

The walls are my prison bars,

The windows pictures of a faraway land.

And I’ve lost the key to the door.

I feel a little bit better now. 

Trees - a poem by Emma

A little over a year ago, my friend asked me to write for her advent calendar. I didn't know what I wanted to write for her, so I had to do some brain storming. Well, my husband's goddaughter/cousin decided to help me out by writing a poem. I ended up writing a story with my sister for the advent calendar, but I want to share the poem that Emma wrote for Christmas last year.

Trees

Mom and Dad say get in the car

We aren't going very far

Where are we going, you will see

We drive down the street and see

a bunch of Christmas trees they say

this year you get to pick the special one

you tell me what tree is the one

Tanka Poetry

I joined a writing swap on swap-bot to try my hand at Tanka poetry. Tanka is similar to the Haiku, but in this poetry you write five lines instead of three. Whereas in the Haiku you have the syllable form of 5, 7, 5, in the Tanka you have the syllable form of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7. Here are two of my attempts at Tanka.

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An airplane flies through
the soft blue skies and fluffy
white clouds as we drive
to the hospital with the
wind blowing through my brown hair.

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Oh tiger lily,
open your soft petals and
reach for the warm sun.
Embrace the tears of heaven,
sweet flower, blossom and grow.