Floating a Poem

I’ve created this page to allow for my poetry to find a home on something other than my computer’s hard drive. Not all of my poetry will appear here, but those pieces which have been published elsewhere online can find new life here for those who wish to read them.

All of the posts during poetry challenge months, like April and November will also appear here as soon as I move them over. Until then, I’ll post at least one selection per day to this page.

I hope you enjoy reading these small offerings of mine.

This poem was written this afternoon for Poetic Asides Prompt–Hairy Poems

Fame or Folly


Samson gained strength

From locks famed by all,

Little knowing the price

Would cost more than

Any would suspect.

Godiva hid behind tresses,

Studied and flaunted

Before those who would gawk,

Whispering as she rode

Toward her fate dire.

Whether Chinamen’s

Pigtails or little girls’ pride,

Hair’s a temptation for

Scissors everywhere.

*  *  *  *

The following poem was published on Poetic Bloomings for April.

Apr. 1 prompt – Superheroes and Capes

A Sigh of Sound

Susurration slides past those unintended,

Targeting sweet young ears with soft meaning,

Teasing, taunting, telling of bliss to come.

Whispers waft on a tongue’s breeze, seeking

Vulnerable minds to influence with knowledge

Untrue, compelling a change of heart with power.

Soon his soft whispers would secure those within reach,

Taking control where none was needed, rousing

Testaments to his wisdom, while groveling for pats.

Whispers waft on a tongue’s breeze, seeking

Power from those without special gifts or

An invisibility cloak to shield one’s presence from view.

 *  *  *  *

The following two poems were published in the online magazine Soft Whispers in  September 2010.

Spirit Walk
 Walking paths of shadow
Timeless in my effort,
Gliding along, hearing
The wind rustle grasses
In fields waiting fallow.
Gently do I wander,
Trails of dimmer needing,
A hunter among masses.
*  *  *  *
 Experts say that time is without
measure, infinite. I cannot argue with
Logic that cannot be disputed.
Nevertheless, time is measured in
Days, and months, and years;
A situation which should never have
Arisen. Time should be measured
In the amount of life one can
Capture within a single breath.
Life and living is all that time
 For us entails. So many people live
For tomorrow without realizing
That one lives only today since
Tomorrow can never reach the
Doorstep of the midnight sun.
However, the question of what is
Life rears up, causing a certain
Stir of confusion. I can only
Answer the question by saying…
Life is a baby’s smile or cry.
It watches a child’s first step
Toward understanding. It
Surrounds one’s mind with all the
Knowledge it can hold. Life sees a
Flower bloom and the rainbow
After a summer shower. It learns
To cry in compassion for
 Fellow men. Life learns to love
Deeply and quietly within
The mind and soul without
Asking for return of that love.
Life hears the wails of pain
From those who starve and thirst
From loneliness. Life kisses
And caresses a loved one.
Life touches an elder.
It is love, peace, and honor. But
Above all else, life is God, for
He alone was the unknown genius
Who created its body.
These occurrences are life –
All of which can be contained
Within a sunbeam. Because of what
Life is, time and all its measurements
Are unimportant, irrelevant and
Totally immaterial. Because, you see,
One experiences Life, not Time.
*  *  *  *
The Deed of Paksenarrion

The Deed of Paksenarrion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The following two poems were written to the May 9, 2012 Poetic Asides prompt.  Take the title of a book—liked or not—change the title and write a poem for it.

The Seed of Paksenarrion   (from The Deed of Pakssenarrion)

One thousand pages of adventure,

Exploring the virtue of honor,

Leaving behind childish wants

In favor of Gods’ desires,

Brought with it questions of daily

Needs within lives, flesh and blood.

Suddenly gone were frivolous days

Before the planting of this small seed.

Never again to ignore possible costs

Of daring to act for betterment of all.

A book, epic fantasy true, would that

Simple tales could each blaze a trail

Of such devoted protection and calling.

Writer Wordart

Writer Wordart (Photo credit: MarkGregory007)

Whiners Guide to 2012 (from The Writer’s Guide to 2012)

He didn’t have time to write really well,

Nor the intent to save an editor’s day,

When he sat at his desk with Facebook alit

Talking to his fans along the way.

With letter opener in hand, he slit

The missive from agent, fears to dispel

Even as he chose the whiner’s mainstay.

“Dear Sir:” it began, “We decided to split…”

The words vibrated, ringing like a bell.

“What’s left of your commission on a soiree

“To remember you, as we used to say,

“The writer racing along on a personal freeway.”

He sat, amazed at this cruel farewell,

Reading his future’s demise and no time to play.

With sudden insight he knew that his hero had quit.

Yesterday’s selection is one written today for the bookshelf poety challenge on the “Rhymes with Tao” blog. The task is to write a poem using the titles of books residing on my bookshelf. This was my response.


The way of Indian wisdom

Tells of warriors into the wild,

As they take joy in magical creatures,

Hooked on mythology, even as they

Prepare the sneakiest uses for everyday things.

They take salt, leather braiding to pass

The time with Indian legends and campfires,

Word painting before sleep catches them.

Books and authors:

Mirabile by the late Janet Kagan

Way of Indian Wisdom by Teresa Van Etten

Warriors: Into the Wild by Erin Hunter

Take Joy by Jane Yolen

Magical Creatures by John & Caitlin Mattthews

Hooked by Les Edgerton

Mythology by Edith Hamilton

Sneakiest Uses for Everyday Things by Cy Tymony

Salt by Mark Kurlansky

Leather Braiding by Bruce Grant

Indian Legends by Ella E. Clark

Word Painting by Rebecca McClanahan

  1. May 14, 2012 at 10:47 pm

    These all look like great books, Claudsy, great job with the poem, too!

    • claudsy
      May 14, 2012 at 11:10 pm

      Thanks, Hannah. They are page turners, each in their own way. Glad you could stop by.

  2. May 15, 2012 at 6:52 am

    Me too, Clauds. It’s always nice to see you!

    • claudsy
      May 15, 2012 at 10:20 am

      Aw, thanks, Hannah. I’m going to have to take time to read more of your work some time today. I feel in the need of inspiration and a calming influence. And it’s not even 9:30am yet. See you soon.

      • May 15, 2012 at 10:24 am

        Wow, thank you, Clauds! A little forewarning…take heed a few of my last pieces are a little on the sad side so skip back a little further if you want to. I just don’t want you to not get what you came for is all. Any way. Just felt I should say something. Hearts to you and thank you always for your support, it’s so embraced!

      • claudsy
        May 15, 2012 at 10:35 am

        No problem, Hannah. All emotion in writing reveals the heart of the writer, and all parts of the writer are what I look for when reading.

        You’ll do fine, my young friend. BTW, I don’t care about dust on the furniture, either. That’s why benedryl was invented.,

  3. May 15, 2012 at 10:37 pm

    Ah, I have found the stash! I can’t wait for it to grow in size reflecting the hoard stored on your hard-drive! I have been and will return.

    • claudsy
      May 16, 2012 at 10:55 pm

      Thanks, Lara. Glad you found it and enjoyed it. Come again, anytime.

  4. July 21, 2012 at 11:14 am

    You write beautiful poetry Claudsy. 🙂

  5. claudsy
    July 21, 2012 at 11:47 am

    Thank you so much. I haven’t kept this page current, more’s the pity. I’m going to have to remedy that soon. I’m glad you enjoyed this sampling.

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