Until Next Year

Posted on August 31, 2014 by cbmuser

Fall is arriving
Winter is near
And so that means
That I can’t be here

The unheated shack
Is perfect for summer
But I hate the cold
I think it’s a bummer

The mice will take over
While we’re away
Without my cat guarding
They get to play

The garden perennials
Will grow without care
Next spring when I’m back
They’ll already be there

The snow will settle
On lawn and on roof
In Vermont in the winter
There’s never enoof

One last canoe paddle
Then we bring in the dock
The birds are flying south
Flock after flock

I’m headed there also
But Vermont, never fear
Like the birds I’ll be back again
See ya’ next year

The Apple

Posted on August 25, 2014 by cbmuser

Sitting here
Feeling tortured
Cuz nothing rhymes
With apple orchard

And apples is
Another word
To rhyme something with
Is hard and absurd

But hubby said
Write today’s ditty
About the orchard we saw
But this ain’t pretty

And so about apples
You’ve learned nothing new
And I’m happy to say
This apple poem’s through

Taking Flight With All Their Might

Posted on August 17, 2014 by cbmuser

The goslings who
All summer I’ve been spying
Just this week
Have taken to flying

They practice often
With Dad and Mom
Who are concerned
For wings to grow strong

Flying in silence
Must be no fun at all
So they honk-honk away
And to Mom and Dad call

Look at me! Look at me!
See what I can do
I’ll be part of the flock
When summer is through

Where they’ll fly then
I really know not
But watching them grow up
Makes me smile a lot

Paddle Poetry

Posted on August 10, 2014 by cbmuser

The moon is full
And oh so bright
And much to my
Supreme delight

The lake is calm
And oh so still
A perfect night
For a rare thrill

The temperature’s warm
No wind whatsoever
And so my hubby
Who’s oh so clever

Suggested we paddle
Out in our canoe
To look at the moon
And enjoy the view

Ducks paddle with us
The loons are calling
For extra magic
Some stars are falling

Paddling by moonlight
What a pleasure
Nights like this
I really do treasure

A Happy Ending, Promise!

Posted on August 3, 2014 by cbmuser

Life in a Vermont shack
Has all kinds of charm
So imagine my chagrin
When the goldfinch came to harm

He flew into my porch
Yesterday at dawn
And plop, down he fell
Right onto the lawn

So still he was
I thought he had died
Oh, I can’t stand it!
To hubby I cried

But when I kneeled down
To lament his demise
Goldfinch looked up at me
And blinked his little eyes

I gently propped him up
On his little bird feet
But he fell over again
On his little bird seat

He didn’t look injured
His wings seemed intact
And he wasn’t bleeding
As a matter of fact

His beak looked okay
Eventually he stood upright
He held still for so long
I was really uptight

But then he started
Looking around
And ruffled his feathers
At each little sound

I wish I took his picture
But I worried he was dying
So happy was I
When he finally went flying!

I saw him light
On a nearby maple
So there’s the happy ending
To this hair-raising fable

Visions of Final Revisions

Posted on July 27, 2014 by cbmuser

Close to last revision
Is now underway
Then my beta readers
Will get a say
About what should go
And what should stay
What to keep
Or take away
Hopefully for most
They’ll say a “Yay”
But I count on them
To offer some “Nays”
I’ll take it back
And on those sections play
Looking forward
To that day
When UNBELIEVABLE is done
And then I will say
Zippity doo-da
Hip, hip, hooray!

Double Shot The Poem

Posted on July 21, 2014 by cbmuser

Ninety-nine cents
Is a very nice price
With a sale like this
You needn’t think twice

A Cue Ball Mystery–
Double Shot’s number two
You’ll laugh quite a lot
Before you are through

To say it’s serious,
Educational, edifying
Would be a stretch
And I’d be lying

But if you are seeking
A read for the beach
I advise you have Double Shot
Within easy reach

A cozy mystery
With a car-chase to boot
You’ll love Jessie’s mother
Tessie’s a hoot!

Of course, Jessie the pool shark
Takes center stage
And Wilson Rye’s
On most every page

A cop named Sass
And a poodle called Puddles
Are just two of the issues
To give Jessie troubles

Because, of course
She must solve a crime
Wilson actually asks
For her help this time

And about Jessie’s past
You will learn a lot
So why not click here?
And read Double Shot

p.s. the 99 cent sale ended Wednesday 7/23/14!

Glad He’s Not One Hundred

Posted on July 13, 2014 by cbmuser

For Hubby’s birthday–
He’s turning fifty
I had an idea
I thought kind of nifty

Fifty gifts for him
Given in three days
As we near the end
It’s kind of a haze

His mother is here
And has helped quite a bit
She contributed several
All were a hit

His brothers sent
A nice bottle of wine
My contributions
Weren’t nearly so fine

Some friends and the cat
Got in on the plans
Hubby has lots
Of generous fans

Décor for the garden
And also a teapot
Stuff for the kitchen
Was featured a lot

Most gifts were cheap
And many were silly
But most were of use
Since Hubby hates frilly

If he hits one hundred
Will I try this again?
Oh, sure why not?
Cuz we’re truly insane

Not in the Mood

Posted on July 7, 2014 by cbmuser

Visiting a hospital
Isn’t conducive
To writing dumb poetry
The rhyming’s elusive
And so I’ll bow out
With this poem inconclusive
And hope you’ll forgive me
For being obtusive

Not Madison County

Posted on June 29, 2014 by cbmuser

Quintessential
Is a big word
For a silly poem
You might think it absurd

But Vermont has so many
Of these everywhere
Quintessential says it
It’s really quite fair

Covered bridges span
Rivers, brooks, and streams
Yes, of these things
The state really teams

To visit a few
We took a long drive
In this land where
Covered bridges thrive

Cows, farms, and woods
Down dirt roads we raced
To get to each bridge
To see where they’re placed

Of course we got lost
That was part of the vision
Of our covered bridges
Motor tour mission

But as these photos attest
We found quite a few
The most fun part of all
Is when you drive through

Wood planks above, below
Sound of water rushing under
Like much of Vermont
It fills me with wonder

CB Mysteries

Cozy mysteries with humor and romance by Cindy Blackburn