Poems From the Porch
Poems From the Porch: Introduction
Welcome! to my porch! To all my friends, followers, or even those who stumbled upon this piece of writing by accident.
Spring is upon us here in Australia and the temperature here is downright perfect. I won't say the weather itself is because we have just come through the driest winter on record, something like 87 bushfires have been raging across the state, and we are desperately in need of rain.
It is however beautiful to sit on my back porch, and I have recently taken the opportunity to sit out there and write. The back porch is also where the cats have their beds and get fed so I always have a couple of them for company. Sometimes, a wayward hen also makes her way up here in the hope of scoring some uneaten cat food. Oh well, the more the merrier as they say.
When considering names for this I considered "Verandah Verse" but I looked up the definition of verandah and it said: "a roofed platform along the outside of a house, level with the ground floor."
Whereas, porch is: "a covered entrance, or an outdoor seating area on a building or house. An example of a porch is a space to put chairs on which to sit outside during the summer."
Non-poetry lovers may suggest I should have called this "Bulshit Balcony," but, oh well, you can't please everyone. If you are still reading, thank you.
Anyway, I'm thinking of making this a series of random poems on any subject that pops into my head while relaxing on my porch. A bit like Mel Carriere's great Lunchtime Lit book reviews. I'll just gauge the reaction from comments first to decide if it is worthwhile pursuing as a series.
My house has many windows
On each external wall,
Designed to catch the passing breeze
From whichever way it blows.
There are windows in our hearts as well
To let in love and trust.
Other things can sneak in too,
But windows can be closed.
Look through the glass to see outside,
Decide what to let in.
If it will not improve your life
Keep it locked out for good.
But, when you see the good appear
Throw those windows wide.
Take a deep breath, let it in,
Embrace it in your life.
The Money Box
A money box sits on my desk
To place loose change within.
It's been around for many years,
An antique metal tin.
I slip the coins into the slot,
Until it overflows.
Cents and dollars soon add up,
I'm surprised how fast it grows.
I count the coins out into piles,
Depending on the size,
Then place them into plastic bags
To save the teller time.
"Anytime but peak hour!"
is the banks but one request.
So, to comply with this small ask,
I'll do my very best.
To the bank I make my way
So they can weigh and count
My carefully hoarded treasure stash
To boost my sad account.
Inherited from my father,
Passed down from his before,
The old tin box upon my desk
Is mine to fill once more.
There's Always Tomorrow - a Haiku
When darkness descends
And the day comes to an end,
Don't dwell on mistakes.
We have tomorrow.
God gives us another day
To right all our wrongs.
A Small Request - Personal Challenge
To help this idea to become a series I will need regular ideas for poems. I find any of the writing challenges issued by fellow Hubbers as great ways to get inspiration, so I was wondering if like "Ask Carb Diva" or "The Writers' Mailbag" readers could (instead of asking me questions) throw subjects at me and I will do my best to write poems about them. If you want to really test me you can even request the type of poem you want.
Some subjects may be challenging and take longer to make into a poem than others, and if I simply find a topic impossible I will let you know. If you have an idea either leave the request here or email me through "Contact John Hansen" at the top of my profile page.
Thank you in advance.
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