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Look! The Poetry Dance Hall is once again open for business. Step up to the wickets, and buy your tickets, folks. Two dances for a dollar.
This week Dawn has challenged us to come up with some fridge magnet poetry. If you've been around, you'll know I've done some of that before. Here is a new one for this latest dance. Check back later, 'cause I'll probably have more.
tags:Poetry, Poetry Dance
Sun
Among the clouds
I rain
Foolish
To have ever thought
That she
Would shine on metags:Poetry
The other day I was helping my son with his english homework. He had to compose a verse in that highest of all forms of poetry: the limerick. While he was working, I came up with a few of my own.
Young Matthew was considered quite bright.
His test answers were commonly right.
His parents' concern,
It might please you to learn,
Was that he reads without turning on the light.
The teacher's new class of grade six
Find themselves in quite a big fix.
Their homework, it seems,
Isn't up to his dreams.
If they're not careful, a field trip he'll nix.
Matt's parents, his mother and father,
Concerned with his bent to wool-gather,
Have lowered the boom;
Locked him in his room.
Said Matt, quoting Pooh, "Oh, bother!"
Yes, I know gather doesn't rhyme with father, or bother. Just consider it poetic license, OK? Either that, or read it in a Boston accent. Also, forgive me for the Springsteenism.
Here are a couple that are less topical.
There was an old man named Gerard,
Whose breakfast was bread fried in lard.
His wife to him said,
"I'm surprised you're not dead,
Because your arteries, I'm sure, are quite hard."
The young video gamer, he beams,
He's discovered the girl of his dreams.
Her gaming is sweet,
Her hacking skillz, 1337,
And her t-shirt, it bursts at the seams.
tags:Family, Poetry
This is an assignment for The Poetry Dance Hall. it
is
always the same
blaming me blaming you
for something that never
really happened at all
see, here's the thing
snakes do not talk
and fruit doesn't
impart anything
magical or
tragictags:Poetry, Poetry Dance
The latest poetry dance© is a 'nonet.' According to ShadowPoetry.com, "...a nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional." Here are my nonets.
A Walk In The Woods
Early November trees are barren.
It has not yet begun to snow.
The leaf covered forest path
Leads hither and thither
Among silent trunks.
On occasion,
A late leaf
Flutters
Down.
For Pamela - Just one girl's head noise
How do relationships form across
These vast gulfs of empty ether?
We know each other by words;
A page full, flickering
Across my glasses
After midnight.
There's something
In my
Eye.
Remember that one word meme that ran through J-land a few months ago? you know the one, where everybody was invited to leave a one word comment describing the journal owner? I have taken the one word comments from my journal, and put them here in the form of a poem. Other than spacing out the nouns to end each stanza, I have left the the adjectives in the order I received the comments. So, it was pretty much you guys who wrote this one.
One Word
Brilliant
Pedantic
Cryptic
Interesting
Mandarin
Honest
Urbane
Perspicacious
Unpredictable
Canadian
Cute
Handsome
Charming
Fair-minded
Enigma
Humble
Witty
Sarcastic
Knowledgeable
A pain
Judicious
Studley
Deep
Ornery
Paradox
Lucky
Interesting
Laidback
Nice
Paul
white straws of sunlight
thrust down through grey clouds
can they sweep away the rain?
