[stylist] Easter exercise

[Barbara Hammel]

Here's one I wrote a few years ago.  I know, it's not helping me get my 
juices flowing to post old stuff, but at least it's contributing.  And 
nothing's stopping me from writing something new and contributing it later.


   EGG PROBLEM

YESTERDAY we dyed the eggs,
Today they've gone and hid,
But any more they can't be found
By just any kind of kid.

Skye must find the smiley-faces,
Drake must find the cars,
I can find just butterflies
And Wren, just ones with stars.

Each can find six hard-boiled ones,
But all must have the same,
For only one design
Can be gotten by one name.

So just for some variety
Each egg is a different hue:
Purple, pink and yellow,
And orange and green and blue.

And if you find another's egg
And in your basket put,
You may get punched with fist,
Or kicked hard with a foot.

Yesterday when we dyed the eggs
We shouldn't have used stickers at all,
And why should we care about colors?
Just find six, and have a ball.

What kind of fun is there to have
When everything's just about me?
Little Wren found Drake's blue one
So now he's angry as can be.

I don't care that she found my green,
We'll sort it out at the end.
It's only a hunt for Easter eggs,
Is that too hard to comprehend?

And in the end when shells are peeled
They all will taste the same
Regardless of which sticker
Did match up with which name.

Barbara



Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg
-----Original Message----- 
From: Bridgit Pollpeter
Sent: Friday, April 06, 2012 5:27 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Easter exercise

Hey guys,

I've been cleaning up my folders and found this poem. I wrote it for my
funds. Of poetry class, and in lieu of the upcoming holiday, I thought
we could try our hands at writing something about the holiday- Easter or
Passover, or whatever this time of year means to you. Fiction, poetry,
nonfiction- no matter, just let your imagination go to work.

FYI, I'm no poet and this does not compare to those poets on the list,
but I thought I'd share anyway. It's not great, but I like the
sentiments behind my intent.

Candy Faith

Pastel eggshells and candy animals consume a holiday,
"Sorry, sold out of bloody images to feed the kiddies,
but we can stuff them with chocolate."
Praise Willy Wonka!  Thou shallt love thee Almighty.
Standing righteous in our money,
washed anew by Capitalism.  Cling to this faith

we wait in line to purchase faith,
as seen on tv. We must have this holiday ,
religious experiences bought with hard earned money.
Christian, Muslim, Hindu mean nothing to the sterilized minds of
children.
Striving for shards of cash we thank the Almighty,
for the abundance of items bought at Wal-mart like rabbits dipped in
chocolate.

Kids buzz about after a day gorging on chocolate.
They hoped and prayed for full baskets and were rewarded for their
faith.
With care pink and purple peeps were placed next to the candy Almighty,
peanut butter bunnies, pink glitter ribbons, plastic 9-MM's flash the
holiday,
and the latest World of Warcraft excites our children,
receiving the education of American money,

Priceless.  Life dangles on a delicate balance of money,
the unalienable right to take up arms for chocolate.
Vanquished are those who oppose our children,
Damn those who destroy our candy faith.
Another buck for Hallmark this holiday.
Don't worry, it's all in the name of the Almighty.

Love is all powerful and mighty.
Love floats on shafts of money,
buying another holiday,
coating faith in chocolate,
and any store carries faith.
"Upwards and forwards," we tell our children.

Ideals nestle cozy in shopping bags giving children,
wide-eyed wonder for the almighty,
abundance of toys.  And we are the faithful,
giving this day over to money,
and lead us into temptation of chocolate,
for jelly beans, Sweet Tarts, Cadbury eggs are thy kingdom and power and
glory this holiday.

Children are birthed with an awe of money,
raised in the almighty belief of chocolate
Faith is a virtue on this candy Holiday.

Sincerely,
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
Read my blog at:
http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/

"History is not what happened; history is what was written down."
The Expected One- Kathleen McGowan


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