Junk Foodaholic

Candy, chocolate, potato chips
From the pantry to my lips

Reese's cups, oh so yummy,
Settle forever in my tummy

Bags of barbecue and nacho chips
Make their way down to my hips

Cheeseburger and french fries
Go straight to my thighs

McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut
Right down to my round butt

All this delicious tasty food
Puts me in an eating mood

Limerick - Marshmallow

I once knew a cat named Marshmallow,

Who refused to trust any fellow.

If one came around,

She'd run, outward bound,

Her belly jiggling like jello. 

Dear Pollen

The prompt for NaPoWriMo today is to write a poem in the form of letters exchanged between myself and another person. I decided to write a poem to pollen (obviously not a person) because my allergies have been much worse this last week. I'm ready to feel normal again, well, as normal as I can get with having allergies all year round. 

Dear Pollen

By Candace Shultz

Dear Pollen,

Today I heard your oak numbers are very high.

No wonder my eyes are itchy, red, and dry.

My nose is runny. I keep on sneezing.

At night I'm coughing, sometimes wheezing.

My sinuses hurt. My head, it aches.

Knock it off, for goodness sake!

Please don't continue this any longer

Or I fear my allergies will only get stronger.

Sincerely,

A human who just wants to breathe

Dear Human,

I do apologize.

Our tiny grains are on the rise.

You must suffer so that we can live.

For this reason, please do forgive.

Sincerely,

Pollen everywhere

There's No Manual for Life

Today I followed this prompt from NaPoWriMo: listen to a song, take notes on the contents of my junk drawer, and then create a poem combining the two. I chose the song "I Need You Tonight" by the Backstreet Boys. For inspiration from my junk drawer, I used seeds, a blender manual, tea lights, sunglasses, and a little snow grow kit. 

There's No Manual for Life

By Candace Shultz

She started out as a little seed

Needing warmth and nourishment to grow,

But instead she was covered in snow

And her little light couldn't shine.

Now she hides behind the shades of her glasses,

Never letting anyone see her sad eyes.

Having been through so much,

She cannot speak her mind.

Her words just come out all jumbled,

Like food in a blender, all mixed together,

No easy way to parse out all the pieces.

 

She wants to unfurl her petals,

To feel the warm sun on her skin,

But instead she feels colder,

Unable to open her heart

Because she doesn't know how.

How to Write a Haiku

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write poetry in the form of a to-do list of an unusual character/person. I decided to try the to-do list form, but I opted out of using an unusual character. 

How to Write a Haiku

By Candace Shultz

• Eat breakfast
• Drink coffee
• Write a poem
• Stare at a blank page for twenty minutes 
• Fall asleep
• Wake up
• Play Dr. Mario
• Watch Netflix
• Try to write a poem again
• Scratch out words with a pen
• Eat lunch
• Pay the bills
• Scroll through Facebook
• Attempt poetry for a third time
• Write a few lines
• Read it
• Hate it
• Erase it
• Then write a haiku

Writing eludes me. 

Or is it the other way? 

I escape writing.

Mist

 A misty morning

Tiny water droplets cling

to the cool spring breeze

Love

Today for NaPoWriMo I wrote a Fib poem, which has six lines with a syllable count of 1/1/2/3/5/8. After the first six lines of my poem I then went backwards with the syllable count of 8/5/3/2/1/1 for the last six lines.

Love
By Candace Shultz

Love
is
stopping
the car on
the side of the road
to pick my favorite flower
out of a ditch full of orange
tiger lilies just
because you
want me
to
smile.