OK… It’s Sunday and I’m taking a day off.
I want to give you a chance to get another entry into the giveaway though (and give you something to do even if you don’t want to enter) and here it is:
I’m running the giveaway with Katdish so today, to get your bonus entry for the day, I’d like you to write a comment on this post with a short poem about her.
It doesn’t have to rhyme, it doesn’t have to be long just something about @katdish is all I ask.
If you don’t know Katdish, head over to katdish.net and then just make something up.
Please feel free to join in even if you don’t want to enter the giveaway.
Katdish poems.. here we come!
27 Reply to “Poetry Sunday”
Ode to Katdish
A rant extraordinary
in its perfection,
A Skymall catalog explicated
in all its tackiness,
A generosity for others
in all its fullness,
A heart for her Lord
in all its beauty.
Aw, geez. Thanks Mr. Glynn.
Beautiful, simple, but right to the heart
Elegant, lovely, words of pure art
More than just thoughts, and more than just rhyme
She has entered the meaning
The meaning of all time
And I am honored by the read
That introduced me to God
Thank you so much.
Thanks so much. And I’m glad you liked the Manning video. One of my faves.
I can’t compete
with Mr. Glynn
But her grocery store sushi
Is a downright sin.
You can’t mix blog world with twitter world. Your entry doesn’t count.
You’re not the boss of Peter’s blog.
There once was a girl named kat
And at her computer she sat
She ranted and raved
Encouraged and raised
The bar for all blogs after that
Too much fun to resist!!
Tinkerbell has pixy dust,
Santa has a sleigh,
Roads bring wanderlust,
Katdish is here to stay.
What, you don’t want her?
You think she’s stabby?
Wait, a little later,
She’ll be our Dear Abby.
Along the Twitter trail
she sprinkles quips and snorts,
she dances with email
and teases and cavorts.
But you’ll know she’s been there
cause we’re doubled over,
laughing, no time to spare,
watching her tweets rover.
You rhymed stabby with Dear Abby? Color me impressed.
Wait, she mixed blog and twitter too!! How come you didn’t chastise her?
Yep. Stabby Abby. Or something like that. Sorry/You’re welcome.
A haiku for KatDish (’cause a haiku’s a poem!)
Woman from Texas
Only she could make me see
Plastic butler butt
you know how I love a good haiku!
Thanks, Kirsten. You really want that blog makeover, huh?
how did you guess? but I *promise* poem content was not related. 🙂 Grace is not the easiest thing to spot in some; you are a grace-filled person. That you are a funny grace-filled person is even better.
I log on at times in a fog
with coffee in one hand
while petting my dog
in a mood perhaps testy or sad
to find a Kat who makes my heart glad!
Ha! Thanks, Karin.
I circled the block
over and again,
much to my young son’s chagrin.
For I was certain I had seen
that lonely man before
and I needed another look just to be sure.
Indeed! His eyes were the same shade of sad
and he held a tray,
outstretched in his hands.
Strategically, someone had place him
behind a canvas sign
depicting a new brand of Walla Walla wine.
I burned rubber as I sped home.
My heart pounded with glee,
for I certain I had found PCB for Kathy!
She told me to dig deep,
find the courage,
and go back for a close-up peek.
With my camera and kid in tow,
I parked my dodge across the street
and crept around real slow.
For the feint of heart this was not
as it was fraught
with outbursts of hysteria
and sweaty palms that were really rather hot.
Because how does one tell her son
she is really sleuthing around
for someone she refers to as Mr. Bare Buns?
Thank you, Katdish, for encouraging me
while I researched the whereabouts
of your missing, beloved PCB.
If you’ve never read the original story
or you another laugh is what you need,
go to Kathy’s place and read
parts 1 & 2 & 3.
Not only do you go on a wild goose chase for PCB, but you write a poem about it? Impressive.
Okay, even though
I scratched that poem on paper first,
Somehow I still managed at least two typos.
So sorry, miss Katdish,
you deserve a poetical tribute
muchbetter than this.
Paper? What’s That?
sharing, ranting, snorting
joy, indignation, love, compassion
Aw, love you, Helen.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Katdish is gettin’ her toes did
So she can wear her flip flop shoes.