Before we begin, Marie and I would like to wish every mother out there a very

Happy Mother’s Day!

All you incredible women who are both life giving and nurturing, make everything possible. Your dedication to your families is unwavering and much appreciated.

I offer an extra nod to Marie , just because I can. My mom will have been gone for 27 years this Christmas and I know how hard she struggled to give us a good life. You all do such a hard job without so much as a thank you. So, let me say, “Thank you, Mom” to each Mother today.


And now…

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

~Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

The Bard had it right. What is in a name? You’re about to find out.

In the process of writing this poem, you are asked to go to


Place your full name in the search box. Then use ONLY the resulting words or phrases found in the letters of your name in constructing your poem.

This technique was used for the NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 24  prompt.

You will find that what’s in a name makes for some interesting poetry!


Drat!  Mine went missing somehow, and so I just now quickly wrote a different one.  Try writing with no “S,” no “T,” and no “H!”  Yikes!  I must also write a disclaimer:  I mean no disrespect to our fine gentleman poet, Earl Parsons. Just couldn’t resist writing of old Meanie Earl. 😉 

Walt, thank you so very much for the kind thoughts.  I know you, my Keith, and so many others miss your moms terribly.  I could not be more thankful for mine.

Ode to Meanie Earl

 Meanie Earl made me “oar”
More and more and more and more!
Meanie Earl, I do agree
I am, I am a leaner me!

© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

Oh – and that “leaner me” bit?  Don’t believe it for a second.  Sheer poetic fantasy! 😉



John Joseph was seen near the twin towers
when last he spoke to the waiter.
Ratlike he walks; there is her ink
on his inept heart. The town’s newest thespian
was shaken; the weakest titan worn,
they let these jerks rejoin the war.
What’s a joker to think?
No network wrote their tales,
Joseph the janitor takes a slow sweep
and the rest join in his trek to the top.
He wasn’t the one to stop, shake, joke or jest.
This poet knelt in pain,
he was written to his knees.
There were no pleas spoken.

© Copyright Walter Joseph Wojtanik – 2013


A funny thing happened on the way to our Prompt #107…

We stopped to present our Beautiful Blooms!


What a fun time I had perusing these!  Even those of you who claim no funny bone came up with some fun reads.  Now, I must admit that Walt and I came thiiiiiiiiis close to choosing the same Bloom once again, as we have done only twice before.  However, my top two choices were completely hand-in-hand – each for different reasons – so I decided to offer this week’s Bloom to Connie Peters for her entertaining limerick.  This one has it all…

Rhyme: fun.

Humor: quirky.

Meter:  flawless.

Thanks for the chuckles, Connie!


Untitled Limerick by Connie Peters

There once was a man from Shanghai
Who married a witch on the fly.
When he wanted to munch,
he said, “Make me a lunch.”
Now he’s bologna on rye.



The whole concept of using the punchline for inspiration was that my wife and I have started “speaking our own language,” using these truncated phrases as points of conversation. Quite simply, PUNCH LINE by Nancy Posey tells that exact story. We find our connections where we can and revel in the joy we communicate. Nancy earns my Bloom.

Punch Line (by Nancy Posey)

One benefit of long marriage:
our economy of words.
We’ve shared so many laughs
together that now
we need only speak
the punch lines
to explode into laughter:

That dog’ll bite you!
McGregor the wall builder. . .
Why do you ask, two dogs. . . ?
Ricky hold his own hand.
That your boots? Thatcher boots?

We speak in our own code,
consider ourselves hilarious.
The secret of long love lies
between the ears,
laughter as libido.


The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.

Syllable count: 8,8,8,12
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Fourth line requirement: internal (b) rhyme on syllable 8.

A great form for POETIC BLOOMINGS  since, like the outgrowing of a small flower, the fourth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme that rhymes the eighth syllable with the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.


The Joy of Writing

They say there’s something to be said
For having shelves of books you’ve read.
I’d rather they were books I wrote.
What ere it takes I will devote, and forge ahead.
What ere it takes?  I can’t immerse
Myself into this universe
Of dull research I must weed through. 
So to my heart I will be true — I’ll write light verse.
Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2013


Standing in the shadows of love,
with millions of stars up above,
hearts embrace to hold each other,
a chance to keep one another hidden in love.

But, love is the chance that we take,
fueled by emotion, yet we make
the best of the cards we’ve been dealt,
and if we have luck, hearts will melt, make no mistake.

Copyright © – Walt Wojtanik- 2013


Did you hear the one about…

Stop me if you’ve heard this one…

Everyone loves or has heard a good joke or pun. Your mission this week is to draw on your sense of humor – use a punchline from your favorite joke as your inspiration, and then write that poem.

It could be something funny a friend or sibling or parent says that makes you smile. Whatever brings joy to your heart is fair game.

“These two guys walk into a poem…”


I Don’t Get It.

My dad used to say (as he’d smirk with delight)
“Don’t tell her a joke on a Saturday night –
Or you’ll be the cause of her serious gaffe when
Sunday in church, she is bustin’ up laughin’!”
 © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013



Acting brothers
standing tall,
to fill a part
that was not small.
They came as two
to the casting call,
but if you’ve seen Juan,
you’ve seen Amal.”

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013


Another case of a picture being worth a thousand words … or a couple thousand words. And if our perception is our reality, then our poets are as real as can be. We have been impressed once again and it never gets old. Applause and kudos to all writers of verse in this garden of love. BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS are presented to:


Sometimes there is an abundant message and complete story spoken in few words, and their attending silence.  Of all the intriguing, charming, and poignant poems this week, none spoke more effectively than Paula Wanken’s tiny Picu, “Broken.”  Outstanding.

BROKEN  (by Paula Wanken)
(a piku)

All that’s left
an empty shell.


We thrive for the opportunity to break out of our shells and step into the world for which we have prepared. And any benefit we glean from our opportunity is all a matter of being at the right place; right time. No better expression of this than what has been proffered by the flashpoetguy (everyone’s mentor, Salvatore Buttaci).  And when the time is right, we’ll know it!

WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT  (by flashpoetguy)

when the egg is broken
determines what you will find
breakfast yolk or gold chick

all of life is in the timing
those distractedly deaf
to the opportune knock

cannot go back in time
and kindly request
a second hearing

in that moment
when you can show kindness
do so without hesitation


Congratulations to Paula and Sal, and thanks to Barbara Young for the photo that inspired all of us this week!


DON’T MISS OUR BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! It is May 1, and we have officially completed our second “blooming season” here at Poetic Bloomings. Do you know what that means?  Time to compile our second book of poetry by our fabulous Poetic Bloomings poets!  We have just begun the long and arduous (but fun) process of readying for this second publication.  Information (including what we need from you) may be found here:  http://poeticbloomings.com/2013/05/01/announcement-poetic-bloomings-the-second-year/.


Now, on to our new form of the week:

The Trois-par-Huit was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.

Trois-par-Huit (Three-by-Eight or Octa-Tri for short), is a short form containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines for a total of 8 lines.  The syllable count is 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. The rhyming pattern is AAB BBC CC,  where the last line is the title of the poem and summarizes the meaning of the poem.

FOR MORE INFO : Trois-par-Huit


COME WITH ME (3,3,2 pattern)

Though I fought,
In the end, I was caught.
Ensnared by your captivating line,
Infatuated, and wanting you to be mine.
Yet, this I know: Although this land for you is fine,
I prefer my breath beneath the sea.
A mermaid must be free.
Come with me.

Copyright © Marie Elena Good, 2013


I BELIEVE (3,3,2 Pattern)

In the end,
we have become good friends,
counting on the other for support.

Communication was far from a last resort;
finding a common ground; a person of import
to our lives and what we can achieve.

And to them, we will cleave…
I believe.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013