Poetry

“More people write poetry than read it.” – George Carlin

“Poetry is like bad stand-up, carefully chosen words, with no laughs at the end.” – Jerry Seinfeld

I haven’t written poetry in years. I don’t even like poetry, and it really doesn’t assimilate well with the theme of this blog. Lately, I’ve been trying to participate in prompts and challenges, and it’s kind of fun. So, I made a poetry page.

Poetry Prompt: Dreams

This is a departure for this blog. I’ve written poetry before but haven’t posted it. There are no aliens or science or science fiction. It was inspired by a prompt by Cubby, which is scary because she’s actually good at poetry, and someone I only get to see in my dreams. …

Terza Rima Challenge: Write Or Die;

I am not one to hide from a challenge unless it’s challenging. This is another one from Cubby, whose post from yesterday is fun and whimsical and definitely worth a read. That post is also where she reupped her challenge. …

Rondeau Challenge: My Heart

I answered another the call of challenge from Cubby. This one is a Rondeau poem, which should be obvious by the title. Yes, it is dark and depressing. What do you expect? It’s the most wonderful time of the year. There are also a few imperfect rhymes. Ignore that. Let’s use our imaginations to pretend the rhymes are better than they are. That will make this depressing poem fun for everyone. It’s not nearly as good as my Terza Rima. Oh well. I will try to revisit these and try them in a style more befitting of this blog, meaning aliens and farts. Maybe robots and space pirates. Cheese? That would be fun. …

Terza Rima: Home (Alternate Version)

Inspired by Cubby’s terza rima challenge, I said I would work on one that was fitting for the Nobbinmaug universe. While I was writing a terza rima for Norman Normalson, I thought of this. This one worked out much more quickly, so here it is. Yay! …

Terza Rima: Home: Norman’s Odyssey

I said it would happen. Here it is, a terza rima from the point of view of Norman Normalson. I also wrote an alternate version, which is more mature and does not involve Norman or aliens or butts. …

Poetry Prompt: Murmurs

Cubby offered up another poetry prompt yesterday. Murmur was the prompt that they gave me. I’m never very prompt with these prompts because I usually check my email in the morning. Check out hers. It’s fun and whimsical. I’m doing another one, which is much more fun and whimsical. I don’t want to be the depressing poetry blog guy. What am I? Edgar Allan Poe? In some ways, yes. …

Poetry RePrompt: Murmurs

Here’s my fun and whimsical reply to Cubby’s most recent poetry prompt. The original depressing one is here.

I’m probably not supposed to do two for each prompt or challenge, but I enjoy the challenge, and I like to look at things from different sides. …

Neighborhood Serenity

The sun shines though the chill in the air
Not a sound to be heard anywhere …

Rondeau Challenge: L Squad Style: Another New World

I tried out Cubby’s Rondeau challenge. You can view my attempt here. I said in that post that I would try to “revisit these and try them in a style more befitting of this blog, meaning aliens and farts. Maybe robots and space pirates. Cheese? That would be fun.” The other being the Terza Rima, which I redid from the point of view of Norman Normalson. This time, I’m going to retry the Rondeau with an L Squad theme. Let’s see how it goes, shall we? …

Road

I can’t say what the future holds
Don’t know where this road goes …

Poetry Prompt: Broken Wings

Cubby, the poetry guru, has offered up another prompt. All I keep thinking about is that old song. I don’t know who sings it or what it’s called. I could look it up, but eh. If you know, you can post it in the comments. They sampled it to make a horrible remix of a 2Pac song. I can’t even think of which song that is, it’s so different from the original. Tell me in the comments. Let’s make this interactive. Wee! I just have that line, “Take these broken wings and help me fly again,” flopping around in my head. You know because it has broken wings it can’t really fly. It more flops. …

Poetry Prompt: Broken Wings (L Squad Style)

The first thing that comes to my mind when I read these poetry prompts is not in any way related to The L Squad or Norman Normalson & The Normals or farts or cheese or robots or aliens. I like to try to redo them so they fit in with that style. The promotion of The L Squad, Norman Normalson & The Normals and whatever else comes up in that vein is the purpose of this blog. …

Soliloquy

I pour out my soul to you
Still you don’t respond …

Zanze Poetry Challenge: Perhaps

I stepped up to another of Cubby’s challenges. This one is a Zanze Challenge. Anybody who completes one of these deserves to be lauded. Yay for me! She posted this last week. I’m way behind on all my blog stuff. …

Zanze II: Debra

So, the second Zanze was far easier to write than the first. The first one took me two days. The second took me five minutes. It literally did not take more than ten minutes. What in the world, man? The worst part is the second one is way better than the first. I guess it’s just easier when it doesn’t make any sense. …

The Poetry Bar: Re:Write Or Die;

My terza rima poem, Write Or Die;, is featured today in The Poetry Bar, where it already has more likes than it got here. Thanks to Luna, The Poetry Barista, for featuring it.

Invisible

I see you, but you don’t see me
I’m hiding in plain sight …

Poetry Prompt: Rebirth

I am very late on this. My mom has always teased me about being “fashionably late.” There’s a difference between showing up fashionably late and being too late to even help clean up. This would be that latter. I’m posting it anyway. …

Toybox (Triolet)

Cubby recently reupped her Triolet Challenge from before I even had a blog. Here’s her reup. Both are excellent. …

Nudist Colony (Triolet)

While I was writing my real triolet, Cubby was teaching me about nudists. We discussed such questions as where a nudist might keep a phone or money. I asked why a nudist would need money. Where does a nudist shop? Cubs suggested they have colonies with amenities such as stores and restaurants, which makes me wonder if they have health inspectors. I bet their strip clubs are superfluous. Can you imagine the meeting with the business loan officer? “Sir, I would feel much more comfortable if you were wearing clothes.” …

She

This is another Cubby prompt. This was a hard one. I stared at the prompt and had nothing for days. I tried to write about heroes from a lot of different angles. I tried the standard Joseph Campbell ideal of a hero. I tried to go the direction of The L Squad. I tried to make it about blood donation since they gave me a card that says I’m a hero. I even tried to write it about squirrels. I thought of the last quatrain and built it from there. Then, it was easy. All the most important people in my life are women. I admire their strength and courage and the way they still find time for tenderness, not to be confused with Tinderness, sweetness, kindness, and love. Cubs still had to help me find a decent rhyme for laurels. …

The Breath Of Death (Villanelle)

I’ve been busy lately doing non-blog stuff. I know, how dare I? Cubby reupped this challenge over a week ago. I tried a few times and came up with some starts that didn’t go anywhere. Then, I’d get distracted with something else. Of course, as soon as I had a dark, depressing start, it rolled pretty easily. It doesn’t flow as well as I would like, and the rhymes are far from perfect, but here it is. …

Chivalry Is Dead: A Homophonous Adventure

Cubby, my most challenging friend, has issued another challenge/prompt. This is my first hybrid. This one was to write a poem using homophones, words that sound the same, but have different meaning like red and read or read and reed. The results are supposed to be silly and nonsensical. I decided to add an extra challenge and make it make sense. Of course, since sense is in the mind of the reader, that’s more up to you than me. What I mean is I tried to use a homophone for the word one would normally use giving the sentence a different meaning, but still retain meaning. For example, “I’m going to save the princes,” instead of “I’m going to save the princess.” The sound isn’t exactly the same, but it’s close enough. I want to do another that is totally nonsensical because I love nonsensical whimsy. This is still whimsical and silly, but, I think, there’s a logical flow to it. …

Gone

You’ve been gone a long time
I don’t know how many years
You’re never far from my mind
I hear your voice in my ears

Chivalry Resurrected: Homophone Inaction

Here’s my attempt at immersing myself in the true spirit of Cubby’s Homophone challenge/prompt. I didn’t get nearly as whimsical as I hoped. I had the title first, in reference to Chivalry Is Dead: A Homophonous Adventure. I got pulled into the theme and shirked the whimsy. I squeezed in a couple jokes. I did manage a lot more homophones this thyme. I used some names. I’m not sure if that’s allowed, but if I get kicked out of the Homophone Club For Homo Sapians, that’s probably why. I tried not to be too repetitive. I altered the prompt to get a couple more. I got 30, if I counted correctly. …

Titans

This is another Cubby prompt. The prompt, the first two lines, led me to a mythical storyline. I followed. …

Discarded

I could love you like no one ever could
I’d do the things no one ever would
I know loneliness like no one ever should
Though I tried, I know you never understood …

Inspiration

This is kind of pedestrian. Oh well. I guess I’m not very inspired today. See what I did there? …

Convince Myself

I’m not a fan of poetry that doesn’t rhyme. To me, it’s lazy. Why can’t you find the time to rhyme? I comes off more like an emo journal entry or text message than a poem. I don’t even like poetry anyway. I’ve read some poetry that doesn’t rhyme that I’ve enjoyed. I like good writing regardless of format. I like to rhyme. That’s why I write poetry. That and bloggers seem to like poetry. I like the challenge of writing something that rhymes whatever the format. The challenge inspires me. This one doesn’t rhyme. It just came out like this, and I decided not to go back through and force the rhyme. So, here’s my emo journal entry. …

Thorned Rose

This is old. I didn’t want to do the cliché Throwback Thursday or Way Back Wednesday. When I was on the radio, sometimes I would play old songs. When I did I used to say, “This is a blast from the past for your ass.” So, I’m going with that. This one is a blast from the past for your ass. …

Your Love Is Weird

Inspired by Todd. …

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