Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Ouroboros


Fife the Liberation

Cyclical is nature
Life after cessation
Fall and summer

Strife from jubilation
Creation births Ouroboros                               
Midwife welcomes celebration

Motion in loss
Tranquility generates movement
Devoted and treacherous

Timidity is spent.

Spent is timidity

Treacherous and devoted
Movement generates tranquility
Loss in motion

Celebration welcomes midwife
Ouroboros births creation
Jubilation from strife

Summer and fall
Cessation after life
Nature is cyclical

Liberation the fife.

heidi
written 4/15/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/the-halfway-mark/http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/the-halfway-mark/


Whew! Today's prompt was to write a terza rima, but it is also palindrome week in the States (the days this week are all palindromes, 4-15-14.) So, I decided to write a terza palindrima, (Yes, I just made that word up) taking all sorts of liberties. I enjoyed the deeply frustrating experience, and I suspect, if I got meter, my free verse would take a hit. I love the puzzle of a complicated poetry form.

 

Monday, April 14, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen: What's on Eli's Mind?

photo by heidi helmer



Mommy?
Why did you wake up?
Why did you come downstairs when you woke up?
Do you like sausage biscuits?
Can I have a sweet tea?
Do you think Daddy will bring me a honeybun?
Can we go to Target to get me a toy?
Is Venom a bad guy?
Why is he a bad guy?
Can Spiderman beat up Venom?
What is that?
Do bugs like to eat cookies?
Can I leave my cookies here?
Will bugs try to eat them?
Where is my Kitty Softpaws?
Have you seen her?
Can you find her?
Will you take me to the thrift store to get a new Kitty Softpaws?
Is she a Cat Batman-Girl?
Can we go to Target and get Aoife and Daddy a treat?
  (and me a toy?)
Do you like Orange drink?
Why don't you like Orange drink?
Is Jack a bad guy?
Mommy? Mommy?
MOM?
Will you help me?
Can you play with me?
Can we make noodles for lunch?
With steak?
And chocolate pie?
Mommy?
Can you fix this?
Mom?
Who's your baby?

     You are, my sweet little fella.

heidi
written 4/14/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-fourteen/

Hello y'all. Today's prompt was to write a poem that was all questions, so really, my son wrote this one for me. :)

 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day Thirteen: Equilibrium

At the herald-song of the day
The kindness-queen readies herself
for the surrender-combat that is her life.

Always, she tries to balance the vengeance-ballad
with the forgiveness-Fibonacci
forever teetering the sun-lune border.

Her heart beats to perfection-corruption
and her fatigue-power is eternal
Equilibrium in the Kenning-conquest.

heidi
written 4/13/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/


Meh. This is my second attempts at Kennings, the NaPoWriMo prompt for the day. I would think these would be up my alley, but I am struggling with them.  I did like trying to work in poetry names in the second stanza...

My other Kenning is called A Man Like That. Maybe I should just try to only Kenning about my sweetheart.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: Angst


Few on Earth evoke the antipathy that angst does.
     itchy
      irritating
       bites

and

nearly ubiquitous presence
         
           can ruin a backyard barbecue or a hike in the woods.

an uncanny ability to sense 
     taking flight 
a fatal swat.

And in our bedrooms,
     the persistent,
        whiny hum 
buzzing 

wake the soundest of sleepers.

Angst 
     vectors for some of humanity’s most deadly illness
and 
     public     enemy      number      one.

 Angst-borne diseases cause millions of deaths worldwide every year.
 
There
are
more
than
3,000
species
 of angst

primary responsibility for the spread of human diseases.

 
Angst     exhaled carbon dioxide,
                                              body odors and
                                                                temperature,
and movement to home in on victims.

Only female angst necessary for sucking blood.

 
Angst
     feeds on an infected human and

is
     transmitted
via the angst saliva to a subsequent victim.

 
The only silver lining to that cloud of angst in your garden is that they are a reliable source of food for thousands of animals, including birds, bats, dragonflies, and frogs. In addition, humans are actually not the first choice for most angst looking for a meal. They usually prefer horses, cattle, and birds.
 
All angst need water to breed, so eradication and population-control efforts usually involve removal or treatment of standing water sources.

However, global efforts to stop the spread of angst are having little effect, and many scientists think global warming will likely increase their number and range.

heidi
written 4/12/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-twelve-2/


I'm just going to paste the prompt here:

Today’s (optional) prompt is a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem.

I used "mosquitoes" as my physical noun (thank you Rachel Zampieri!) and "angst as my intangible noun.  I also used Good Search instead of Google because Good Search donates a penny to my daughter's school whenever I use it as my search engine.  Finally, I edited out some of the original text from the National Geographic website to make it a Found Replacement poem.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Free Write Friday:Infinite

photo by heidi helmer

Gazing through glass
into the infinite and beyond
Where is she?

heidi
written 4/11/14 for Kellie Elmore's Free Write Friday

Kellie's prompt for today was this:

Tell me about this girl…
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And I thought about this picture I took of my friend Kristin 22 years ago. We have lived that lifetime over again since then. I love you Kris! And how better to express that than a Collum Lune?

NaPoWriMo Day Eleven: Gerburtstag for Tutta


Sonny called her Tutta
which

stuck
throughout all these years. We still call her Tutta
a name that means
we love you.

heidi
written 4/11/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eleven-2/


So, for yesterday's dVerse prompt, Gay asked us to invent a form. Mine is called Geburtstag. You use the numerical month day and year of your (or someone else's birthday) to determine the number of words or syllables for each line. For this poem, I used words. If there is a zero, then skip that line. I wrote for my aunt's birthday yesterday.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

dVerse Meeting the Bar: Four Unrelated Geburtstag

0
8
0
2
1
9
7
0

True Happiness in the Life of a Dog

The joy of rolling around in

dead things.
Such
was the greatest happiness in life
for my dear sweet dog, Emma.



Bath Time at My House

My kids are small enough that they enjoy

splashing together
in
their evening bath, although, I wish that they didn't
like splashing me outside the tub too!



Hope Is Dark

Alone in the darkness of hope.

Breathless
Scared
I fear the denial hope allows
Sometimes the truth is too hard




August Second is the Best Day

I'm in love with my birthday, August Second.

So much
so
I created a poetry form so everyone could celebrate
Der name ist deutsch, weil...German's cool!


heidi
written 4/10/14 for dVerse Meeting the Bar

Gay asked us to create a poetry form. I created Geburtstag, which Marina Sofia tells me is German for Birthday. It's easy. You write your birthday in numeral form month, day, year (yes that way because, I'm American). Each numeral becomes the number of syllables or words that you use for that line. If it's a zero, you skip the line. It may not be the most fun form for those born January 1, 2000, but it may be more challenging. Y'all know I like the short form. (and I don't get meter)

Be sure to swing by dVerse and read the other cool, new forms.

NaPoWriMo Day Ten: Signal Limerick

My car just wouldn't go
She rode sluggish and slow
Signal Gas; I tried it
For my car's new diet
Because other gasoline's blow!

heidi
written 4/10/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-ten-2/


I'm so happy! Today's prompt was to write an advertisement-poem in the spirit of the old Burma Shave ads. And y'all may have noticed that I love Old Time Radio shows, and one of my favorites was Signal's The Whistler. They held limerick contests, and the listeners would send in their submissions for free gas and having their limerick read on the air. Thanks to Mad Kane's weekly Limerick-Off, I feel up to the challenge.  So everybody join in:


Signal, Signal, Signal gasoline!
Your car will go far
With go farther gasoline!
 

NaPoWriMo Day Nine: Story From Soundtracks

He wanted everything now.
His rule was impatience...

He hurried through life
A servant to his immediate desire.

He was unaware the instant Karma struck,
Deposing this oblivious king

"Tut! Tut!" Clucked the old women
laughing behind their knitting.

He kept dictating missives encouraging speed
and never noticed no one complying.

If anyone had taken the time to warn him
of his bad reputation...

He would not have taken the time
to listen.

As he wrapped himself within himself,
the people lead him to the ring.

"My Bell will signal the start of combat.
Prepare to defend yourself, sir!"

And still he hurried on within himself
ignoring his own peril.

Once slain, he was too distracted to die.
Yelling angrily to the sound of people's joy...

"Get back to work!"

heidi
written 4/9/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-nine/


Okay, so technically, I am posting this on the tenth, but I started it around 11:30, so I am counting it as a poem for the ninth. :) Today's prompt was to use the first five songs on a random playlist. Out of all of my songs on my iTunes, this is what popped up.

Instant Karma: John Hiatt
King Tut: Steve Martin
Bad Reputation: Half Cocked
Ring My Bell: Anita Ward
Joy: Harry Nilsson

Also, I felt rather prose-y tonight.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day Eight: He Wades Through Bullshit

I.
He wades through bullshit, like the con
     Of found wallets and pyramid schemes
What he wants is to remove what's on
     Claiming that you fulfill his dreams
And once you're done, you meet the dawn
     With insight- he's not what he seems

II.
One excuse or more, one date or less,
     Spews forth from his lying face
Now that he has had what's in your dress
     He's in search of a newer lace
To use his word for new conquest
     Like the astronaut wooing space.

III.
My words seem harsh, I realize that
     and, in truth, Beauty's not so bad.
Romantics, I think, were better at
     writing of a pot and severed head
imprisoned wives' fireside chats
     and reanimating the dead.

heidi
     after George Gordon Byron
written 4/8/14 for
http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eight/


Today's prompt was to rewrite a classic poem. I chose She Walks in Beauty, and I am a little worried that I may be guilty of heresy. Also, I took some liberties with the form (as usual).