June’s National Accordion Awareness Month. Now you’re aware!
Since Medium income is “bellows” expenses,
I took my accordion down to the square.
I realize my instrument offends the senses.
Tips bad, but bonding with my current mare. 😍
Background …
“Learn to play accordion. Practice while you’re traveling.”
This, my girlfriend advised. She wanted chicks ignoring me.
Home now, I said, “Babe — libido needs unravelling.”
“First, play a recital.” I performed accordionly. 😏
Earlier today …
Hungry driving into town intending to eat first.
Left accordion in the car, thought safe on a side street.
Came back — window’s broken. I fear I’ll find the worst.
Found a second…
Or a casualty of not being curious or…
How I was tricked into participating in World Naked Hiking Day
I shared with friend Laura I’ve got Monday blues.
Laura’s a writer, and my off-color muse.
“Bag your routine” she said, “hike in the buff.
It’s World Hiking Naked Day — show-off your stuff!”
When I said, “I’m up for that.” She rolled her eyes.
“I meant, I will join you — no part’s on the rise.”
“I won’t be hiking,” said she, “not clothed or naked.
I’ll write the story though and hope it’s curated.
I write for a health pub that’s nude curious
to know if naked hiking is injurious. …
Time to find a poem to go home with 😉
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLast
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ chance to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ one-line dance.
ㅤㅤㅤ It’s goodbye, they said.
ㅤ ㅤ(shaking my head — There’s
ㅤ good in goodbye?) But don’t cry.
ㅤㅤ While time together may’ve
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpassed, memories of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤus will last.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ💧
©2021 HHThorpe. All rights reserved.
My final one-line poem is inspired by Aeishwarya Baviskar’s poem and prompt, “Head,” and, of course, the announcment of the end of the One Line project on Chalkboard. On behalf of the Chalkboard editorial team, please accept our thanks for your engagement with, and loyalty to, Chalkboard. This isn’t goodbye; this is “until next time!”
And now, Carrie Underwood sings “Good in Goodbye”
NCiR’ Pilin’ On
A response to Joe Váradi’s translation, “Confession (Vallomás)”
Sir, your response I am pleased to receive
to the offer I thought we’d discussed.
I’m not sure we’re on the same page at this point.
Your double entendres have left me nonplussed.
Yes, I did write that I’d like to be friends.
I’ve heard you’re a man a woman can trust.
But if I am reading your letter correctly,
friends with benefits, for you, is a must.
If this is true, I will need to know more.
First of all, is my assessment unjust?
Please be forthright, there’s no right or wrong here. …
One Line Poetry Prompt for May 12, 2021
I’m blessed, right?
Surrounded by
caring friends,
loving family.
Why am I exhausted?
Don’t get me wrong.
I love being with people
because I hate
being alone
with my thoughts.
©2021 HHThorpe. All rights reserved.
Author’s Note: May is Mental Health Awareness Month. Trying to tell the difference between what expected behaviors are and what might be the signs of a mental illness isn’t always easy. There’s no easy test that can let someone know if there is mental illness or if actions and thoughts might be typical behaviors of a person or the result of a physical illness.
Does not include Mexico’s Independence Day
Saluting the occasion
of France’s invasion
that Mexico resisted —
most Cinco de missed it?
Not — you’re thinking,
Margarita drinking?
Corona pub crawls?
building walls?
David beat Goliath.
Celebrating the triumph!
©2021 HHThorpe. All rights reserved.
Author’s Note: Contrary to popular belief, Cinco de Mayo doesn’t commemorate Mexico’s Independence Day. May 5 marks the Mexican army’s victory over France at the Battle of Puebla during the Franco-Mexican War in 1862. Mexico’s Independence Day is celebrated on September 16. A 2018 survey by NationalToday.com …
An Acrostic
NCiR’ Pilin’ On
Inspired by Laura Sheridan’s “Happy Birthday, Will”
Remembering William Shakespeare’s birthday,
Ms. Sheridan wrote a beautiful poem.
She praised the plays the playwright had penned.
With these fun facts, you’ll feel like you know him.
Will was eighteen; Anne was twenty-six.
With child was Hathaway when they were wed.
Anne birthed their daughter, followed by twins.
Will’s will left Anne his “second-best bed.”
Will mastered reading, writing and Latin.
His parents were likely illiterate.
His children, too, missed out on schooling.
“To be” was “not to be” — not considerate.
Nobody knows what Will did between
Fifteen-eighty-five and fifteen-ninety-two.
There’s still speculation ’bout what he didn’t. …
Farah,
Your poem is so charming.
It has my heart warming.
Rhymes that I should have heard
left me scratching my beard.
Rhyming I'd normally choose,
but your piece gave me a goose.
Rhymes or not, I'll live with both,
drawn to your flame, like a moth.
🤓
Harper Thorpe
Engaged citizen, poet, musician, humorist, family man. I value irreverence, soulfulness, and a big heart. Offering insight, introspection, shock & aw shucks!
