The Prompt: Flash Talk—You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
My name is Judy. I live alone.
I love computers but hate the phone.
I’m addicted to the Internet
and the literary set.
I’m allergic to dogs. They make me wheeze,
but I still have two to make me sneeze.
(Along with a cat who comes to eat
but spends the day across the street.)
I like to write and do my art.
I’m not very pretty, but I’m sorta smart.
I live on a mountain all up and down
above a little Mexican town.
When I wake up, before I stray,
I write a poem every day.
Upon my back, I tap with zest
with my computer on my chest,
for I believe without a doubt
that when I move, ideas fall out
before I get them to the screen.
If I leave bed, they’re never seen.
I dance sometimes, and volunteer,
but spend too much time on my rear.
I’m a member of four writing groups
that keep me jumping through their hoops.
I write a blog to please myself
but my novel sits there on the shelf,
three chapters long, not any more.
When November comes, I’ll start on four!
So about me, I think I’m through.
I want to come read about you!
Please use my “comments” box to show
some things about you I don’t know.
One fact or two, (they needn’t rhyme)
would make me feel more than sublime.
If sixty people read this post,
then sixty comments I hope to boast.
And I promise that I’ll reply to
each person, be there lots or few.
I’ll write a separate rhyme for each
that won’t pontificate or preach.
The more unusual your fact,
the odder with be my “react.”
A mere two-liner for each one—
Please comment now and join the fun!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
“…for I believe without a doubt
that when I move, ideas fall out”
I love this line. It’s so true. I walk a lot, sometimes in search of the perfect word for a piece I’m writing. I always find it out there.
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For Lew-Ellyn
So when you talked, your words all flew,
But when you walked, they came to you?
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Words are my life, depression my strife, I loved you blog, but I’d rather a cat than a dog 😉
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For Loupmojo:
I think with words, depression flies.
With cat on lap, it finally dies!
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Nicely done, bravo! 😀
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Since I’m your sister,
You know me well,
We have our secrets
Which neither tell!
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For Patti:
Your secrets, dear, I cannot guess.
Unless you offer, I do not press.
I, too, have many I don’t express.
Less interesting, I confess,
as I grow aged (more or less)
and find my life less of a stress.
For good gossip, we must regress
to when life was more of a mess!
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Loved your poem… and my rhyme is not a patch on it… all the same here it is:
A daughter,a wife, and a mam,
A doctor, a blogger- I am all I am
But more than that, even at half a cent,
What most I am, is a romantic bent !!
🙂
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For Ripplesnreflections
Enjoyed your poem. Here is my promised poem in response:
For looking at my private parts,
I prefer doctors who have hearts.
But I fear we’ll never see that day.
I simply live too far away!
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when it comes to me today, I just don’t have much to say. My life’s in flux and all around, dogs are lying upon the ground. When I finally get moved I then might know, things of myself that now don’t show. Like what I do in a normal day, but I’m afraid that is a month away.
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To Martha:
I know that you’re up to your ears.
Meanwhile, your life is in arrears.
I know what moving’s all about.
If I lived closer, I’d help you out!!
In the meantime, take it slow and remember it all doesn’t have to be done at once. Remember to enjoy life in between and even during tasks. Keep writing! (Now don’t I sound like a know-it-all?)
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To share my secrets, share a rhyme?
What don’t you know, and is it time?
I hesitate. I bob and duck.
To dodge the question, I’ll try my luck
at metered mutters, my stock in trade
to keep myself from being splayed.
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For The Duck: (okcforgottenman)
I keep your secrets in a stack.
Next to my desk, they softly quack
wanting to reveal it all;
but fear not, I have not the gall
to air your dirty linen here
or in my book, so have no fear.
For if thy secrets were fully known,
I fear that some would be my own!
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My novel sits on a shelf, like yours. It’s easier to do the prompt du jour 🙂
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Grandma to nine? It’s no surprise
your novel’s not yet fit for eyes.
To get that novel off the shelf,
you have to make time for yourself.
See how easy it is for me
to give advice to only thee
while letting my own novel be?
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I enjoyed…intresting bio 😉
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I thought I’d have so much to say
after about three weeks away
but it looks as though the airline lost
my voice and not my attaché.
I hope that sitting in my own space
with room to let my own mind race
will help stir up a few choice words
that will then fall right into place.
(Thanks for the impromptu prompt, Judy! I found myself needing a little nudge today.)
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To Laura M:
(Love your poem. Obviously, nudges work, so here’s another.)
While you’ve been flying off to play,
words have collected every day.
They clog the air and float each room
of your house as empty as a tomb.
When you get back to hearth and lair,
you’ll find them waiting for you there.
So hope you soon find time for them.
You need not find a rhyme for them.
I’m sure you’ll know which ones to keep
and which of them to bury deep
within your mind to germinate
knowing when they terminate
transformed to fruit within the rind,
the luscious fruit of your fine mind,
that here a readership you’ll find!
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Well delivered, Judy. i enjoyed it ver much.
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Thanks, John. I enjoy your comments ver much as well!!! Judy
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Why did I rob you of your rhyme?
I guess I just ran out of time.
Three years have passed before I see
these lapses in my poesy.
Please forgive my oversight.
as these tardy words take flight
to find you in your Eastern zone.
I hope that they somehow atone.
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Been almost two decades since I last tried to rhyme,
And I’m counting syllables and making sounds
Already as if I’ve been doing this all that time.
Versificationing confounds.
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Damn, Mark. Just wrote a reply to your poem and lost it! Grrrr. And I haven’t a clue in duplicating it, so starting over…..Later!
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Aha.. I found the poem. Just didn’t arttach your name to it. Do you still read blogs? If so, let me know. Here is your poem:
You faced confusion to pen a rhyme
yet I have waited all this time
and feel that I have missed my cue
to pay the one that I owe you.
It’s been a while since you have chatted––
signed in, typed words and formatted.
The reason is, I think I know,
because you’re writing now for dough!!!
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You faced confusion to pen a rhyme
yet I have waited all this time
and feel that I have missed my cue
to pay the one that I owe you.
It’s been a while since you have chatted––
signed in, typed words and formatted.
The reason is, I think I know,
because you’re writing now for dough!!!
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