April Fools’ Day & Other Poetry by Joan McNerney

Carpe Diem Series

Joan McNerney brings us everything we need for our spring time poetry! She describes the marvels and energy around us as the world awakens.

My Favorite Line: ” I’m gonna have lunch with
the sky. It’s been way too
long since we got together. “


April Fools’ Day

Joan McNerney


Imagine some have never heard of our special day.
They don’t know about the very first day of April
when winter’s cabin fever morphs into spring folly.

How so many people stow away their winter coats
storing hats and gloves in some handy box
reaching for bright colors to add to their pizzazz.

How young adults become intoxicated with romance
while little ones ruin their shoes playing in mud puddles
as teachers breathe sighs of relief over Easter break.

How industrious staff sneak in time to stare out
windows dreaming of their lunch hours in the sun
wondering earnestly exactly what to do next.

O my legacy (everyone’s talking about legacy now)
will be to search for the greenest trees dancing
in so-sweet winds under a big cobalt blue sky.

Then you can call me a “larger than life” April fool.


Blown Away

Joan McNerney

I’m gonna have lunch with
the sky. It’s been way too
long since we got together.

I’ll run downstairs through
hallways into bursts of blue.
Perhaps never return to work,
words, paper clips, bookshelves.

Who needs cash when there’s
so much green grass to hoard?
Forget about food. I’ll drink up
sunshine, nibbling juicy clouds.

O sky, you are my solar mate.
We will be faithful always.
Come be with me now…I will
never look at another.


Super Woman

Joan McNerney

I wanna become superwoman
learn portuguese in sixty seconds
end pollution single-handedly
feed rice a roni to the planet
win awards left and right.

I wanna become super woman
paint the Taj Mahal red
knock down bureaucrats by the dozens
create creative pandemonium
flying off the edge of everything.

Super woman.


Artist:

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets’ Espresso Reviews have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

Present & Other Poetry by Joan McNerney

Online Open Mic – 2021

Spring is upon us and Joan McNerney is here to get us in the spirit! Come read her enticing and vibrant poetry!

My Favorite Line: “Just today a breath of warmth brought alive crepe myrtle buds.”


Joan McNerney

Present

You gave me
five brown pods
to grow in
my garden bed.
I put them
in a glass jar
with my locket.
Five brown pods
winding through
heaven. Weaving
night with winter
wishes for wisteria.
In a flower dress
wandering over
perfumed fields
I sleepwalk
searching for
my golden locket
and your embrace.


Joan McNerney

Tree Whispers

Blue diamond rains bring
filigrees of golden light…
so many shades of spring.

Sun beams on a single leaf.
This small star pulsating
from my wet apple tree.

Bright new leaf
fits hand perfectly—the future
lies in your palm.

Trees cascading over emerald
grass. This noon swollen
wet bursting with water.

Now even heaven
is tinted green as birds
linger under branches.


Joan McNerney

April Blue

This is when we search for
color to transform cold grey.
Rainfall begins its magic
high lighting sky blue.

We see stacks of luminous clouds
as plants pop out and forsythia
bursts into sparkling yellow stalks.
Just today a breath of warmth
brought alive crepe myrtle buds.

Aromatic lilac bushes cluster in
soft bunches while birds and bugs
encircle them. Ten pretty trees
all dressed up in lustrous greens
boogie through noontime breezes.

Get ready for this blast-off of spring!


Artist:

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets’ Espresso Reviews have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

Flowers for the Dead – Poetry by Joan McNerney

To What We Lost – Joan McNerney

Welcome back, Ponderbots! Picking up where we left off, we have Joan McNerney bringing us moving poetry. Her imagery is bittersweet with its honest reflection of sadness and hope.


Flowers for the Dead

This is the way

I see your face.

O you are dead

your face frozen

and moist.

I love you and search

for you everywhere as

light dims to darkness

and darkness brightens

to light.

We once arranged our

days in that small

vase of time given us.

I see your face

reflected there now

in a vase full of

flowers for the dead,

reeds of tears.

O your face facing me.

Tears flowering from me

until my vase of time

spills over and we meet

in that season called

eternity.


Poet:

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

The Librarian – Poem by Joan McNerney

The Heroines Among Us

What a spectacular recognition Joan McNerney gives to a profession that is unassuming, yet brings magic to people’s lives! Read McNerney’s delightful poem of a Librarian and the beauty she encompasses therein!


The Librarian

Always cherished the sanctity of

this place.  This refuge of

knowledge arranged in infallible

logic of the Dewey Decimal system.

Judith loved to touch these volumes.

Especially heavy reference

dictionaries, atlases, almanacs

and encyclopedias.  Those sheltered

in secluded shelves for staff only.

Children come along each day

to feast on colorful books. Lounging

in small chairs, they become

spellbound by cornucopias of words.

Mostly she likes the retirees who

linger with newspapers and

magazines in the reading corner.

They confess not to understand

computers, writing down requested titles.

At the end of evening, Judith walks

through the quiet.  Before leaving,

she will select a saga of spicy

adventure to flavor her evening. 


Poet:

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

Night & Other Poems by Joan McNerney

It’s the Little Things

Joan McNerney has the perfect poetry for your evening read! Her words will carry you into happy thoughts and also a desire for dessert!


Joan McNerney

Night

Slides under door jambs
pouring through windows
painting my room black.

This evening was spent
watching old movies.
Song and dance actors
looping through gay,
improbable plots.

All my plates are put away,
cups hanging on hooks.
The towel is still moist.

I blow out cinnamon candles
wafting the air with spice.
Listening now to my two
fans whirling the still air.


Joan McNerney

Nightscape

Fog horns sound though
air soaked in blackness.
All evening long listening
to hiss of trucks, cars.

Shadows brush across walls
as trees trace their branches.
Gathering and waving
together then swaying apart.

While I sleep, stars glide
through heaven making
their appointed rounds in
ancient sacred procession.

Dreams as smooth as rose
petals spill into my mind
growing wild patches in
this dark garden of night.


Joan McNerney

Very Sweet Dreams

After bathing in bubble gum,
Mary Jane unties ribbon candy
from bags of chocolate kisses.

Sky colored by yellow, pink
& blue cotton candy clouds.

Marshmallow chicks hide
behind spearmint leaves.

Jelly beans sprout along
fields of candy corn.

Caramel apples, lemon drops,
orange slices stacked for sale
at Lolly Pop’s juicy fruit shop.

Watch out as sour gummy
worms wiggle underfoot.

Climbing big rock candy mountain
wandering with sugar high stars.

Thirsty now, Mary Jane sips
root beer barrels at Snickers Bar.

Black licorice fills this night
with confectionary dreams
& one big banana moon pie.


Poet:

Vivitar

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

One-Liners Abound! – Joan McNerney


Author:

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net. She has four Best of the Net nominations.

White Heat & Other Poems by Joan McNerney

July Online Open Mic

Joan McNerney brings us the perfect poetry for these warm summer days! So, grab your iced drink of choice, find some shade, and add read her excellent work below!


White Heat

This dry moment

we lay in sweat beds.

Limp flowers turned

into themselves.

Lightning scorches

skies with hot zigzags.

Will it ever rain, when

will cicadas be silent?

Memories of a white room

burning pains…shunts, stains.

A bottle bursts filling the

sidewalk with rancid beer.

Throat of bird

swollen, screaming.


Joan McNerney

“A” train

brassy blue

electric

bleeds upon rails.

blue, white flashes

leap forward.

they move, they move

constantly they move.

close your eyes

watch points

like stars

think now

how insignificant

you are

compared to train

speaking for itself

stars known

in no language

shooting

thru

tiger’s eyes

brain in

constant action

reaction

to what we do not know

plans of distant stars

galaxies floating by as

“A” train

silver worm

bursting through

big belly

of city


Joan McNerney

tumbling

through time as

I lay thinking always

remembering

how this crapshoot of life

crushed my dreams spinning

me into an unlikely comedy

listening to a busy world

trains, ships, planes,

never ending hiss of cars

revved up motorcycles

loud televisions, shouts,

radios, alarms, sirens

shifting memories

over in my mind trying

to find some pattern

finally night, long, deep

and black covers me with

blankets of forgetfulness


Author:

Vivitar

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.  She has four Best of the Net nominations. 

One-Liners Abound! – Joan McNerney


Artist:

Vivitar

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.  She has four Best of the Net nominations. 

Dear Editor/I Want a Writer’s Block/Virtual Love/By All Accounts – Poetry by Joan McNerney

A Dash of Whimsy Series-

Giggles and smiles will become a part of your day when you read the following poems by Joan McNerney!


Dear Editor:

Unfortunately I’m unable to

accept your rejection.

So many come in, it is

possible to accept only a few.

Due to staff limitations

no specific comment

can be made on yours.

Be assured it received

a careful reading.

I do hope you find a home

for this rejection.

Remember rejections are my

foundation and lifeblood.

Always feel free to send more.

Joan McNerney,

Poet


I Want A Writer’s Block

A real writer’s block.  After I’m finished

writing, I could run and skip down streets

with all the other writers on the block.

Compare notes, exaggerate and have fun.

Another good one would be a crystal block

on which the great master works are contained.

Stick it in a pocket and read it with my

fingertips.  Why strain my vision?

How about this?  A big block of ice cream

oozing pass throat filled with inspiration.

Or a chocolate block made from creamy images.

I want a writer’s block.  Any or all of the above.


Virtual Love

A

long

slim

poem

full of hyperbole

and alliteration drifted

into the wrong e-mail box.

There she met an erudite

rich text format.

They became attached.

Her fleeting metaphors

lifting his technical jargon.

They were a word couple

spinning through cyber space

giddy with inappropriate syllables.


By All Counts

Proper and improper fractions

have distinctive differences.

Proper fractions study at

prestigious universities.   They

attend cultural events and play

at least one musical instrument. 

Proper fractions step aside

for ladies patronizing

haute couture shops.

Improper fractions are hooligans.

Each one guzzles cheap beer,

crunching potato chips while

screaming at wrestling matches.

Improper fractions knock over

seniors to reach clearance racks.

Beware of mixed figures.  These

hybrids can not decide what they are.

Medication might help them plus

talking therapy so popular today.  Never

allow children to associate with them.

Negative numerals should be avoided. 

Those will only subtract from your life

flinging freezing rain in your face.

Conversely, positive numerals are

delightful handing us glowing statistics

and bright bouquets of fragrant daisies.

Never take integers for granted.  Do not

allow yourself to be divided but let

all quotients be fruitful and multiply

until that day when your number is up.


Artist:


Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.