NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #17

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


 


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REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a poem in the form of a nocturne.

(Yes, I took some liberties with the rules…. That’s what poetry is all about?)



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Two Naps Are Better Than One!

I lay me down a quick nap to take.

The chores will be there when I awake.

A two-hour snooze was quite for the best.

Right after supper I’ll take another quick rest.



Written for The National Poetry Writing Month- 2017.

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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #16

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


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REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a poem in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.

(Yes, I took some liberties with the rules…. That’s what poetry is all about?)



The Pain of Goodbyes 



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The home place seems destitute without them.

The necessary adventures of exploring the nooks and crannies

A FOR SALE sign awaits

Comic books and Tonka trucks of yesteryear

Harborers of memories long ago forgotten






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My, how you have been missed.

The late nights of sneaking up the stairs for a snack.

College group all-nighters in front of my wood stove.

S’mores, for some… BBQ chips and a Dew for you.

What will family mean for me now?








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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #15

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


689554_calendar_512x512REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. I did do a bit of a pattern; 4-6-8-10-many-10-8-6-4.

(Yes, I took some liberties with the rules…. That’s what poetry is all about?)


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“Are We There Yet?” and Other Nonsense


“Are we there yet?”

“No… For the thousandth time.”

“Well, when will we be? I’m hungry.”

“Lay back and put in another movie.”

“How long are we going to stay? You know I hate it on the farm. Grandad’s always getting me to help with the milking and the calving.The good ole’ days.”

“Wants you to see what it was like for us.”

“You know, no one works like that now.”

“Where do’ya think burgers are from, son?”

“Wal-Mart’s meat’s packaging?”


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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #14

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017

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REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.

(Yes, I took some liberties with the rules…. That’s what poetry is all about?)




February 22, 1732

Founding Father, Washington

Birthdays’ not easily forgotten

Though the facts may have strayed

Was not born on this day


Important Note: Washington was actually born on February 11, 1731, but when the colonies switched to the Gregorian calendar from the Julian calendar, his birthday was moved eleven days. Since his birthday fell before the old date for New Year’s Day, but after the new date for New Year’s Day, his birth year was changed to 1732. (Mental Floss)


The Death of George

Smallpox, malaria, dysentery, pneumonia

And dozens of others… shear pandamonia

But none of these attacked us

He died of malpractice


Important Note: On the day he died, Washington was treated with four rounds of bloodletting, which removed 5 pints of blood from his body. It seems that it proved to be too much. (Mental Floss)


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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #13

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


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REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a ghazal. The ghazal is a poetic form with rhyming couplets and a refrain. It is often about the pain of separation.(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal)



NOTE: I have butchered the form (meter and couplets) completely- Apologies!- but I think I captured the use of the refrain.



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Thanks to the Rain

Bottom of the ninth and bases loaded. Blacken sky erupts. To be resumed later.

Thanks to the rains.

Hand-in-hand with picnic blanket. Diamond ring concealed. Engagement postponed.

Thanks to the rains.

Recycling enthusiasts rejuvenating the winter’s runoff. Early morning deluge. Activities suspended.

Thanks to the rains.

John Deere tractor and baler with wagons unattended. Local field hands sent home ‘til the morrow.

Thanks to the rains.

Dozens of dazzling daffodils… lanes teeming with tulips… Rambunctiously, radiant rhododendrons and the unabashed azaleas are all abloom.

Thanks to the rains.



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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #12

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


 

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REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a poem that uses alliteration.





 

Unwieldy Wizard’s Work


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Constantly, carefully, cleaning the never-ending, mind-numbing chores should ensure that sometime in the near future one would catch-up and claim victory?

Don’t count on it!



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NAPOWRIMO- 2017: #11

National Poetry Writing Month- 2017


 

11REQUIREMENTS: Today we were asked to write a poem that is a called The Bop. The Bop (Day 11) is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearean sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain.  (Please, allow grace with my meter.) 



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A Writer Is Born

 

Starting to school at mere five

So many unknowns in the hive

But Mother had taught basics

Of reading and writing, by Day Six

I was happy and boisterous

Never seated, loquacious

If I had to do it all over again, I would.

 

Soon rules and procedures were drilled

And worksheets with answers to be filled

Brought doldrums and heartaches

Near suspensions, practiced mistakes

Forgetting books and misplacing checkers

I became a classroom wrecker

A new ‘gifted home’ I was found

The librarian’s’ helper, an isolated clown

If I had to do it all over again, I would.

 

A love of books, I was to be blessed

Bach’s classics, Picasso’s paintings, my own drummer’s nest

Egyptians, the Aztecs, train robbers, a NASCAR wreck

Novel horizons encountered at every call and beck

Changed wiggles and giggles to pondering squiggles

A new way of life. A path to adulthood.

If I had to do it all over again, I would.



Written for The National Poetry Writing Month- 2017