Fun, Food, & Nutrition Programs with Poetry
Creative Connections, Educational Entertainment, and beyond.
Interactive programs and diverse storytelling are geared to the audience.
Below is a small sample of available poems and topics for your next programs.
What's For Dinner
Growl, says my stomach
No one to hinder.
Eyes focused, straining.
Hey, what’s for dinner?
Food my only through,
With head hanging low.
My hunger is growing
Wetlands fishing below.
Water And Life
Water and life
Ripples in the pond
Created by feet.
The movement,
Silently surrounding,
Circular in form,
Close, wet, hugging
Yet running away.
Flowing from place
Water and life.
I shared my words at the Banquet and
Awards Presentation Dinner on May 29, 2022.
The Gimmick Rally at Porsche Space Coast.
A drive to enjoy, said the club’s host.
What is a rally? What does it mean? Who is the driver? Am I part of a team?
Review:
“Great poem! “
“Thanks for the laughs!”
Zip Ode Poem
The Delray Beach Public Library, Delray Beach, Florida had a poetry contest in honor of Library Week.
Task: write a “Zip Ode” poem.
Each number in your zip code was the number of words in that line.
Proud to say my poem was published. I love, love libraries, as in forever. As a young girl, I would roam the library, looking at the books, and
reading a paragraph or two.
Thank you, Delray Beach Public Library, for sharing my poem with the world. Such an
Good Morning, Sweet Orchid
Good morning, sweet orchids,
Friends of mine.
You are gorgeous,
And looking so fine.
Good morning, beautiful orchids,
I sing you a song.
Happy to greet you,
This time at dawn.
Fun, Food, & Nutrition Programs with Poetry
My Pocketbook poem was originally written as an assignment for a course in poetry. The assignment given was to identify an object within your sight and describe it in a poem. To totally understand the assignment, I read and reread the prompt. The benefit was not obvious at first. Once I identified my pocketbook as the item, the words were easier. The last paragragh is out of sync, the line rhytm changed. The ‘a’ words starting each final line is related to beauty. the contract betweeen beauty and objects described is my statement of these times during the pandemic. Enjoy.
A Door is Ajar by Marlene's Mom (11-2020)
I’m 94 years old
A critter moved in my home
It is always here
Not leaving me alone
It eats and sleeps all the time
That part is just fine
The aches and pains I have
Make me constantly sad
How did it sneak into my life?…
Wild Raspberries
Wild raspberries, growing on vine,
In the Blue Ridge Mountains, my find.
Memories of days resigned,
of country walks, trees defined.
Skipping rocks, rippling streams,
colorful wildflowers in my dreams.
Souls renewed by the breeze
Within nature of leaves and trees.
Grass beneath my two bare feet
Softly tickling me, such a treat.
Wild raspberries, simply sweet,
Shared with birds, this heavenly treat.
