The NaPoWriMo website today suggests that we try an advertisement poem. That’s an actual thing, apparently. As an example, the NaPoWriMo curator provides Exhibit A: Said Farmer Brown Who’s bald on top “Wish I could Rotate the crop” Burma-Shave So rather than create a poem advertising Burma Shave or a made-up product or some thingContinue reading “#110: Shameless Self-Promotion (An Advertisement Poem)”
Monthly Archives: April 2014
#109: A Poem from Randomly Generated Song Titles
We wanted something more Pastoral but ended up with the Mother of Violence singing Mr. Blue’s Theme surrounded by the luminous Lights of New York. Nothing But Time, we thought, Great. No longer following the tao, Stuff is Way now, no sign today or any time soon of a True Original, no glowing Blue Moon, only aContinue reading “#109: A Poem from Randomly Generated Song Titles”
#108: The Love Song of Bernard Von Scuttlesby
The prompt today from NaPoWriMo is an assignment that I have already done when I mistakenly ripped off the structure and form of a John Berryman poem as my “golden shovel.” I redeemed myself that day by creating a bonus poem based on the William Carlos Williams gem “The Red Wheelbarrow.” I wish I would haveContinue reading “#108: The Love Song of Bernard Von Scuttlesby”
#107: Ode To Vinyl
The love poem for my dear wife is forthcoming, especially in light of all she’s been through lately. Need some time to get it right, though, so, today’s assignment from NaPoWriMo is to write a love poem for an inanimate object. Here’s to another love: Ode To Vinyl I was 23 and bought theContinue reading “#107: Ode To Vinyl”
#106: O Lorde
O Lorde, everyone and their dog is giving you kudos not only because your music is terrific but lately because of a tweet. You posted two pictures of yourself both taken from the same day and the same performance and one of them was photoshopped and the other was not. People thought this was braveContinue reading “#106: O Lorde”
#105: Life, Friends, Is A Golden Shovel and So Much Depends Upon (A Corruption and a Correction)
OMG. The assignment today from NaPoWriMo was to do a clever little thing called a “golden shovel,” wherein you write a poem for which ALL of the ending words for each line of your poem are taken in total from some other famous poem–so that, a person reading your poem could read the original famousContinue reading “#105: Life, Friends, Is A Golden Shovel and So Much Depends Upon (A Corruption and a Correction)”
#104: Lunes for the Loon
Today’s poem is a variation on the Japanese Haiku, but instead of counting syllables, 5-7-5, we count words, 3-5-3. A lune can be, like a haiku, a single one stanza poem, or lunes can be strung together to form a longer poem. For no better reason than for the sound of it (which is asContinue reading “#104: Lunes for the Loon”
#103: Third Time’s The Charm (A Self-Spell for Teacher)
Today, on this third day of National Poetry Month, we are encouraged, if we need encouragement (and tonight at 7:45 after a 12 hour work day I DO need the encouragement), to write a CHARM poem. All right. And just in case you thought me incapable of rhyme: A Self-Spell For Teacher After twenty-five yearsContinue reading “#103: Third Time’s The Charm (A Self-Spell for Teacher)”
#102: Coyote and the First Pregnancy
Day two of National Poetry Writing Month, again, following the prompt from the napowrimo website: write a poem inspired by a non-greco-roman myth. There’s been too many poems inspired by the Greco-Romans–so let’s diversify a little. I give thanks and most of the credit for the following to Jarold Ramsey, who’s monumentally important book CoyoteContinue reading “#102: Coyote and the First Pregnancy”
#101: The Snake or the Dove
Once again, happy National Poetry Month, thanks for visiting, and welcome to the first installment of a poem-a-day for the entire month for NaPoWriMo! Let the games begin! Let the poems spew forth from the generative void that is Michael Jarmer’s brain. And let us begin by following the prompt on the NaPoWriMo website for theContinue reading “#101: The Snake or the Dove”
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