Usually I try a variety of poetry styles during National Poetry Writing Month, so I feel kind of bad that I have two blackout poems in a row. I couldn’t help it. They are such fun. Moreover, I have made everyone near and dear to me read Fish in a Tree by Lynda Mullaly Hunt. Letting such a beautiful book evoke a poem was inevitable.
#BlackoutPoem #NaPoWriMo
This was written on April 1, 2016
Ode to Kwame Alexander (aka Lemme ShakeYour Hand, Sir)
Oh, Kwame—
With your wonder words—
Laying lines of rhyme,
Preying on prepositions in their prime:
Outside the cage,
‘Round with rage
With, or without, wage,
Down
the
page.
Within the winsome,
Surrounding the sweetness,
Hanging with the hope.
Throw me a challenge.
Amuse me with your musing.
Confuse me until I see.
Wind me up with wondering.
Word to your words.
Cold Fury by T.M. Goeglein (Shadorma poem)
Gun and cash –
Sixteen and alone –
Sara Jane
Rispoli
Needs to find her parents and
Fight for her own life.
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.
This one is a cinquain (5 lines, syllables 2-4-6-8-2).
Auggie,
With heart of gold,
Face-to-face with bullies –
Being himself for his own sake
And theirs.
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.
Med Head: My Knock-down, Drag-out, Drugged-up Battle with My Brain by James Patterson
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.
Today’s Poem is a Tanka. (Syllable pattern 5-7-5-7-7).
Coffee nut latte?
Maybe that makes Cam perfect
For Em (or does it?)
Espressology’s a hit.
People want love and lattes.
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.
The Read-e-ologist 