Saturday, February 23, 2013

More Haiku for You


The cold gray buildings
stare unfeelingly at me.
I wish there were trees.

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Little squeaking sound,
I hear you but can't find you.
Please don't be a mouse.

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Red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo, violet:
colors of skittles.




Random question: Do skittles come in an indigo color? 


Nature Haiku


Pure, white, pristine snow
caresses my cheek and falls
to the dirty ground.

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Goodbye snow and ice.
Hello to grey skies and rain.
Bring me some flowers.

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Oh naked branches,
clothe yourselves in hues of green
and spring forth your fruit.


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.



Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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.


Monday, February 11, 2013

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.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

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.


Thursday, January 17, 2013

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.