Poetry Month – Day 16

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (Acrostic)

Wallowing in the pain of

Awkward adolescence,

Learning to

Love others and to become

Free enough to

Love yourself,

Outcast, and casting out the

Wailing of an

Earlier you –

Redeemable with truth.

Poetry Month – Day 13

For this new trilogy, I have written a Triolet…

 

Genius appliances and friends,

Treasures found in Tesla’s Attic,

Are they magic or mathematic?

Genius appliances, and friends,

Are drawn to the new kid Nick.

One who might know how it ends-

Genius appliances and friends-

Treasures found in Tesla’s attic.

Day 11 – Poetry Month (Limerick)

Med Head: My Knock-down, Drag-out, Drugged-up Battle with My Brain by James Patterson

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There once was a young man named Cory,

Who had a triumphant story –

Tourette’s, OCD,

Mixed with anxiety-

Tough love (not the meds) brought him glory.

Poetry Month – Day 8

This is a Kyrielle poem in response to Sharon Draper’s most recent book Panic (which I began and completed today).

 

DIAMOND

Though people tell of the danger,

Say “Never talk to a stranger”,

It was in public – light of day,

So She went with him anyway.

 

He was professionally dressed,

His intentions kept full at bay,

He portrayed a family-man (blessed)

So She went with him anyway.

 

She didn’t have nary a clue

Of the nasty things he would do,

Or the way the acts he’d display,

So She went with him anyway.

 

He claimed a daughter and a wife,

His evil plan not on display.

She wasn’t concerned for her life,

So She went with him anyway.

 

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Poetry Month – Day 6

This is a “Found Poem” which is like a word-collage.  I pulled some words and phrases from pages 98-100 of

The Smart Aleck’s Guide to American History, and arranged them into this:

 

Whig on a penny

Depression

Grew up to be

on the  five-dollar bill.

Hated by some

Abraham Lincoln

Crippling anxiety

“Good Guys” and “Bad Guys” on both sides

States’ rights

Not all Southerners favored

Articles of Secession

Tariff disputes

Stovepipe Hat

End slavery

 

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Poetry Month – Day 5

When I made the decision to post a poem each day of this month, it was with the intention of writing a different type of poem each day.  I keep coming across the Blitz poem (invented by Robert Keim), and I felt the need to try it.  It was challenging, but fun.  Here’s what I came up with…

Man-All

Man o’ war

Man of steel

Steel boned corsets

Steel cut oats

Oats and whey

Oats and grains

Grains of sand

Grains of truth

Truth or dare

Truth be told

Told you twice

Told you so

So it goes

So you say

Say a prayer

Say my name

Name of names

Name that tune

Tune the piano

Tune in

In the closet

In the dark

Dark of night

Dark of day

Day of reckoning

Day-dream

Dream a dream

Dream and wish

Wish on a star

Wish me luck

Luck of the Irish

Luck be a lady

Lady and gent

Lady in waiting

Waiting on train

Waiting on a friend

Friend indeed

Friend in need

Need a break

Need a drink

Drink it up

Drink to that

That is all

That is enough

Enough to eat

Enough said

Said it all

Said it best

Best…

All…

Poetry Month – Day 4

Today’s poem is a Minute Poem, in which each stanza has four lines (8 syllables in the first line and four in the subsequent lines).  This poem is in response to Paul Fleischman’s book Seedfolks.

Seedfolks

 

Community, in brokenness-

Bad neighborhood,

Trashed vacant lot,

Hopeless and sad.

 

A Vietnamese girl, with seeds

Moves trash and digs.

Other neighbors

Hesitated.

 

Hispanic, Haitian, young and old,

Male and female,

Started to change-

Minds and gardens.

 

Silence and darkness split open

As trash is moved,

Hope is restored,

and beauty grows.