#Micropoetry Monday: The Lighter Side

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Chaos & Control were 2 of a mother,
Chaos, preferring the surf side any day,
Control, poolside & the sound side
only on green flag days.
Control retained her hourglass figure,
whereas Chaos had been as shapely
as every fruit in the basket.

Sir Benedict was a good egg,
always on the sunny side,
though sometimes he got scrambled
when he came out of his shell.
He could also be hard-boiled when unwell,
when his chicken-hearted mother,
who was bit on the overly easy side
would coddle him,
basting him with soup–
courtesy of one of his relatives.

Mr. Ruffles was known for his candies—
his chocolaterie being a real jimdandy.
Yet he was pounded into mincemeat,
when he dipped the shroomy truffle sweets
into the magic that made him randy.

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Mock Christmas letter

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Dear __________:

Ah…Christmas!  Time for the yearly Von Krank family update!  I know y’all keep on top of us via Facebook and Instagram, but who doesn’t love an in-depth letter you can treasure for years to come?  (That’s why I made this piece of correspondence totally frameable/scrapbookable with our family crest on the letterhead and 1000-thread count paper.)

So, Nick and I just celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary September 12th.  (Thank God it wasn’t the day before, right?!)  For our anni (which is crystal, FYI), he served me the most awesomesauce chocolate raspberry waffles in bed (among other things, if you know what I mean).  I not only have a hot husband, but a top chef.

Ashleigh, our oldest, just made the eighth-grade cheerleading squad and was crowned Miss Sea Oat (which is a beauty pageant, for those of you who don’t know about that sort of thing).  She also just started a green initiative at her school by getting all her classmates to sign a pledge to turn off the water when they brush their teeth.  It’s the little bitty things that add up to the great big things, you know!

Kimberleigh is very involved in softball and volleyball, and now she’s trying out for swimming.  She could have made the Olympic team, but alas, she much prefers the harp.  She’s already on her way to either Harvard or Carnegie Hall.  What a stressful decision that will be when the time comes!

The twins, Kellie and Joshie, continue to surprise us daily with their antics.  (I’m sure you’ve seen all the videos I’ve posted.)  I do believe they’ll become YouTube sensations one day!  I mean, seriously, strangers stop to watch them sometimes!  

And let me just throw in a little good news:  Nick got a promotion!  He is now the senior Vice President of Operations for the Hillsdale division of Laura Palmer handbags.  I get a brand-new bag every single month, but the ones that don’t quite fit me, I donate to the women’s shelter.  They have such a need, and I just love giving back!

As for me, I am utterly fulfilled being a stay-at-home mom and volunteering Saturday mornings at the soup kitchen to help feed all the little less fortunates.  They really are diamonds in the rough. Some of their signs are so clever, and oh, the stories some of them tell! I find myself wishing I lived a life half as exciting.  I have to be careful about helping them out too much, even though my heart goes out to them.  Got to pull yourselves up by your own bootstraps, you know!  What a tremendous responsibility it is to be good stewards of so much of God’s money.

I’m sorry we won’t be able to see all y’all this year, but we’ll be vay-caying (doesn’t that sound like Pig Latin?) in New Zealand so that our children will be exposed to another culture.  (They need a little diversity.)  We’ll be sure to keep you posted on all that, so you won’t miss a minute of it! We’ve become quite the world travelers, as of late.

God has truly blessed us!  Hope all y’all are doing even half as well as we are!  If you need anything at all, please just let us know, and we’ll be prayin’  for ya!

Happy holidays and an even happier New Year!

The Von Krank family

Poem-a-Day November 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #16. Theme: Brave

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Culinary Courage

Being brave was eating her dad’s cooking;
being suicidal was eating at McDonald’s–
the latter being just a slow, gelatinous death.
With that kind of suicide,
you could still go to heaven–
not through the pearly gates perhaps,
but through the thresholds of the golden arches.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2018-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-16

Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #445: Special Day

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Krystal Ball’s Daily Dose of Snake Oil

Virgo (Virgin, or so she claims)
(Aug 23-Sep 22)

Salutations and congratulations!  Today is your special day!  There may be rain heading your way, but you won’t let it pour on your parade, because your sunny personality (whether hidden under an umbrella or out there for all to see like the light side of the moon) will not be dampened.  Yin is out and Yang is in!

Your longing for love has been realized; a love story is writing itself—your self-love story!  Your soulmate is getting hot, hotter, but you are already on fire; if you haven’t met this kindred spirit already, perhaps it’s as easy as looking into the mirror.

There are some important decisions to be made; whether big or small, what you choose will determine your future, if not present, happiness, so go with your gut (which operates optimally when full.)  Today is the beginning of the rest of your life!

Drink more water to your health, and you just might find yourself in the right place at the right time, or not at the wrong place at the wrong time.

A bit of good fortune is heading your way some day in the future, so be prepared by being there, like really there.  Live in the moment and not in your head, because it may pass you by if you’re not paying attention.

Something big is coming!

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-445

Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #441: Notice

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When This Little Twiggy Went to Meat Market (Notice: All Sales Final)

Twiggy Piggy, a foxymoronic sow,
went to look for a smokin’ hot mammalian beefcake
with whom she could cook up something tasty
(like a litter of mini meatloaves).
She turned down Monsieur Filet Mignon
after he made the piggist comment
that his preference was Kosher.
When Ground Biff said he needed a little pink slime
to beef him up,
she sunk her teeth into Sir Porterhouse–
liking the largeness & tenderness of him.
But she realized her haste
when he cornered her in her sty
& said
that after he was well-done,
all that would be left would be her squeal.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-441

Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #435: Reserved

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The Bookworm in the Big Apple Tree

Pippin Applegate’s reserve of library books numbered the stars
(the kind that danced on reality TV),
but she hadn’t the time to read them,
for though her textbooks didn’t outnumber that stack,
they outweighed it by twenty pounds,
and she,
by significantly more.

Those textbooks–
as dense as her aunt Bobbi Dean’s triple butter buttermilkfat 5-pound cake,
(and Aunt B.D. herself)–
made her feel just as weighted down,
like Mr. Jonathan McIntosh when he was sauced.

Once she’d learned what she needed to know for a semester
(rather than a lifetime),
she returned to a life of wine, men, and poetry,
and,
when she was feeling fat,
spent her sweet tea breaks noshing on the cake pop version of that pound cake,
to which her frenemies referred as “her daily dozen.”

Then came along Little Miss Honeycrisp,
demanding loads of dough from all who craved her,
making Pippin feel even more rotten,
for she–
a wannabe tart who’d been trying to pass as a Granny Smith
(the best for baking)–
was,
sadly,
more suited for mincemeat.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-435

#Micropoetry Monday: The Lighter Side

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Mixed-Up Nuts
Peanut, Almond, & Cashew
went to get their DNA checked,
& found they had been totally cracked;
for Peanut, who was the only one
who liked to be boiled,
turned out not to be one of them,
but a legume.

Type A was the Bachelor of Science,
Type B, the Associate of Arts,
but Type O had University appeal—
being a Universal Donor.

Orange hated being lumped in with Apple,
as he was quite pithy & had a zest for life,
whereas Apple often ended up sauced.

Like a potato chip,
she was salted &
browned to a crisp.
When she was bagged,
she was just full of air.

Hammer, Anvil, & Stirrups
wanted to start a band called The Ossicles,
but sister Cochlea was too wired.
She told them to stop the racket,
& so the boys decided to translate sounds,
waxing at all hours.