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Poems From the Porch 49

John is a poet and short fiction writer who enjoys collaborating on stories with other writers, and partaking in challenges.

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Approaching the Half Century

Would you believe this is the 49th anthology in this series and that I have written almost 160 poems that you, the readers, requested? Poems From the Porch just started out as an experiment to see if I could gain enough interest from my readers to actually make suggestions for poems they would like to see written, as well as a test to see if I could actually write those poems to order.

The fact that we are approaching the 50th article in the series is testimony that it has been a success, despite many of them having a very low hub score and not deemed worthy of the niche sites. At least they are making Discover, so they will earn something. You just need to be quick to comment.

I'd just like to thank everyone who has been following the series and giving me prompts to write about to keep it going. Oh, and for those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving - have a great one despite any restrictions you may be under this year.

Have you written a poem about where your Muse hides? A few days ago I told Audrey that mine is an old hag lurking in the back of the pantry with the jam and jelly jars.

— Linda Lum (Carb Diva)

Where My Muse Hides

My muse can be elusive,

she keeps the oddest hours,

avoids me when I seek her,

and prods me in the shower.


She'll find me when I'm working

in the garden or the yard,

or sometimes strikes at midnight

making sleeping just too hard.


Sometimes she's in my study

lurking behind books.

But if I try to rouse her

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she gives me dirty looks.


I often find her in the lounge,

reclining on a chair,

but when I try to relax

she ruffles up my hair.


I cannot tell her what to do,

Her mind is hers alone.

I try to show her I am boss,

but she sits upon the throne.


My muse tries to appease me

when I'm feeling all forlorn.

She's like a queen in a game of chess

and I'm her faithful pawn.


Whenever my muse won't oblige,

or stubbornly tries to hide,

I concentrate on other things

until she deems the time is right.


But, I would never trade my muse,

she's my perfect writing guide.

She knows my passions and my style.

I just surf the rising tide.


Sometimes she’s in my study lurking behind books

Sometimes she’s in my study lurking behind books

Here's a suggestion for you: please write a poem about the first time you laid eyes on your firstborn child. As adults, our "firsts" are few and far between. But when we meet our firstborn, that "first" stays with us for a lifetime.

— Shauna L Bowling

Laying Eyes on My First-born Child

At first sight, she took me captive,

I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Nine months I’d waited anxiously

And this was finally the day.


My daughter was small but perfect,

She had such tiny hands and feet.

My feelings are hard to describe,

But those emotions can’t be beat.


I know I had tears in my eyes

Because she was my first-born child.

I kissed my wife with tenderness,

And we exchanged “job well-done” smiles.

Image by Regina Petkovic from Pixabay

Image by Regina Petkovic from Pixabay

If you have not already written a poem about that, collecting postage stamps might make a good subject. I still collect them. My dad started doing that when I was a child. Some countries like Monaco make gorgeous ones!

— Peggy Woods

Stamp Collecting

Most people

collect,

it's addictive.

There's something

they cannot resist.

You may collect

dolls,

teddy bears,

or toys.

It could be shoes,

jewellery,

or guns.

You may collect

coins,

or banknotes,

famous paintings,

or prints

that are signed.

Maybe memorabilia

or photos,

but there's nothing

that's better

than STAMPS.

Every country

on Earth

needs postage

and unique

and diverse

are stamps.

Some stamps

are rare

and priceless,

to collectors

a wonderful

prize!

How about a poem on camping and all the potential things that can go wrong? The heated discussions my parents used to have whilst setting up camp were a source of great embarrassment to me as a child. I once witnessed someone paddling a canoe through their tent after a summer deluge.

— Liz Westwood

The Joys and Pitfalls of Camping

Camping is fun,

nothing quite compares.

Fresh air,

sleeping

under the stars.


Fishing for trout

to cook in the pan.

Campfire,

what a wonderful

smell.


Erecting the tent-

oh, what a challenge!

Those poles,

and the ropes,

and tent pegs.

Rain is a pain,

It floods out the tent.

Soaked bed,

and wet wood,

and no fire.


We must relocate,

to a drier locale,

re-erect,

and set up

camp again.


At least we have gas

to still cook our food,

but now

we have mosquitoes

too.

Image by maria lorenz from Pixabay

Image by maria lorenz from Pixabay

© 2020 John Hansen

Comments

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 30, 2020:

Hello Mary, it sounds like our nurses must have gone to the same school of mischief. Thank you for reading.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on November 30, 2020:

I really enjoyed reading about your muse. It amused me as I can relate to it.

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 26, 2020:

Hi Rinita, that was just a small sample of stamps. I have a lot more, but stopped collecting them probably 40 years ago, and moved on to world coins and banknotes. Yes, I think most writers could relate to the muse poem. It is annoying when you want to sleep. Take care.

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 26, 2020:

Thank you as always Devika. Glad you are still enjoying the series. As long as people are reading and making requests it will keep going.

Rinita Sen on November 26, 2020:

That's quite a collection you have of stamps. Good poem, too. The Muse was of course the favourite here. I'm sure all writers can relate. Mine prods me the most when I want to sleep. Oh well!

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on November 26, 2020:

Hi Jodah Porch 49 has offered another perfect write. Great expressions from a great writer sharing what you have in mind.

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 25, 2020:

Yes, Lora, my muse found me. I am glad you enjoyed these poems. I admit to still camping but in the comfort of a converted bus rather than a tent. Stay safe.

Lora Hollings on November 25, 2020:

It looks like you found your muse, John, or she found you! I loved your poem about her. A beautiful poem about your first-born child too. Such a nice tribute to fatherhood. The camping poem was very amusing. My camping days are long gone. I prefer to travel in comfort and stay in an Airbnb. Thank you for such a delightful time in reading your wonderful collection of poems!

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 25, 2020:

Thank you for visiting the Porch, Holley. I probably should have continued collecting stamps as there are some beautiful ones around in the present times. thank you for the compliments about these poems and the series. I do my best to fill the requests.

Holley Morgan from Upstate New York on November 25, 2020:

That's quite an impressive stamp collection. Franklin Roosevelt collected them too. You are clearly proficient at your craft - it takes me ages to get just one or two lines down. I can see why this series has taken off. Congratulations on your upcoming 50th in the series!

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 25, 2020:

Thank you for continuing to support this series, Alicia. Yes, I think most muses have a few things in common.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on November 25, 2020:

Thanks for continuing this series. It's always interesting. My favourite poem this time was the one about your muse. She sounds very similar to mine!

John Hansen (author) from Gondwana Land on November 25, 2020: