In January of 2012, I began collecting, in a file, links to poems I read here on WordPress that I really liked. I did this with the intent of doing what I’m doing today – picking the best of 2012. The “best” are simply what struck me as ones I liked (I’m strictly a rhyme and rhythm guy). I didn’t pause to analyze them as to metaphor and simile and other elements of poetry, though many contain those elements. I just liked them better than others I had read.
I’m simply unable to follow many more blogs than I do at present. And because WordPress last year changed the way WordPress members view new posts, I don’t read nearly as many poems in new posts as I once did. Non-members (or I can when I’m logged out) can see 25 or so new posts on a single page and skim quickly through the titles and pictures for something interesting to read. When I’m logged in, I usually see about 7 before I get to my stats and the format is not nearly as convenient. SO, if I’m not following your blog and you post a poem you’d particularly like me to read, put a link in the comments and I’ll gladly take the trip to your blog. Maybe I’ll like it well enough to file away for picking the best of 2013!
The exerpts and links that follow are for what I’ve chosen as the best light verse of 2012. The best of other poems will follow in a week or so. Congratulations to all those below.
A Secret Wish by AJ Barlow
I wish I had a giant beard
That dangled from my face
So all the little things I own
Could Fin’lly have a place….
Missing You by Kathryn Sparks
The kettle on the hob is hissing
Without cease, for Kettie’s missing—
She dashed out to check the door
And hasn’t come back anymore….
The Ditching Hour by Michael W. Collins
The witching hour approacheth–twelve o’clock–
Yet sitteth I alone. No mortal shock:
My friends all liketh not my highflown speech
And ditcheth’d me, a lesson for to teach.
Not Once (The politician’s cry) by Marc Glasby
Not once have I lied, not once have I stolen
Not once have I made a mistake in my life
Not once was I bribed, not once been beholden
Not once have I cheated on my faithful wife….
My Garlicky Cologne
If I need a smell to wear,
I chop some garlic fine.
My cooking’s my cologne, you see,
as well as how I dine.
The Bird Band by Dennis N. O’Brien
One evening, walking through the scrub,
(A shortcut home from Riley’s pub)
Under the glow of a full moon
I heard a brisk and lively tune….
photo by Moi Cody at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf4jFRq/Golden+Cup