NaPoWriMo Day 4: My Chanel Boots

Leather Chanel boots made in Italy
They are my most beloved pair ever
All black quilted lambskin up to my knees
Classic with all the signature details
The small silver bead circles at the heel
Cap toe with large Chanel logo stitching
I wear these boots September through April
Perfect with jeans, dresses, always sexy
Zip up shiny palladium hardware
Slip in lined black leather interior
Strut the high fashion runway if you dare
Couture shine outsoles need yearly repair
My cobbler a pro at restoration
Informed me this will be their last season.

~ Just L (NaPoWriMo, April 4, 2019)

NaPoWriMo 2019, Day 4 Prompt: write your own sad poem, but one that achieves sadness through simplicity.

Author’s Note: I wrote a sonnet about my boots. Really sad.

A Sonnet of Hate and Love – 1


My lying frog, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you drum, talk and bore me,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the fake story.

Let me compare you to a flaccid member?
You are more cruel, entitled and unsatisfactory.
Bold winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the rains and humidity.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your arrogant mouth, lies and untruthful friends.
Thinking of your dreadful lies fills my days.
My hate for you is the glorious end.

Now I must away with a perfect heart,
Remember my seering words whilst we’re apart.


My splendid prince, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you drum and smile,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the beat’s percentile.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more talented, victorious and smart.
Warm winds shake the leafage of September,
And in this season the brave lionheart.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your dreads, lilted words and tender mouth.
Thinking of your sublime skin fills my days.
My love for you is the gifted due south.

Now I must away with a divine heart,
Remember my impassioned words whilst we’re apart.

~Just L (September 17, 2018)

Author’s Note: Try poem generator yourself! It is fun and it’s free.

Mr. Bubble Frets Not Who He Touches

NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse! This means you can write a “sonnet” that doesn’t have meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functions as a mini-essay of a sort. The main point is to keep your poem tight, not rangy, and to use the shorter confines of the form to fuel the poem’s energy. As Wordsworth put it, in a very formal sonnet indeed, “Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room.” Happy writing!

Mr bubble

Mr. Bubble frets not who he touches
With his fresh signature bubble gum scent;
Mom’s trusted bath-time buddy, made much is,
Forming foam bikinis, her childhood spent;
Resistance to stay dirty, assuages,
“Too many bubbles, there’s no such thing.”
The perfect playtime pal for all ages.
Surprise, Mr. Bubble is adulting!
Soaking, contented to turn the pages,
Turning bathing into quality time;
Showering, a lip sync battle rages,
Mission getting clean is more fun than grime.
Hidden in the guest bath, he won’t admit —
Sweet scent of nostalgia, his favorite.

~Just L (April 23, 2016)

A Sweet, Sappy, Soapy Sonnet for Allen.