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I’m celebrating National Poetry Month!
It’s complicated – click link and see prompt for April 5th. I followed the prompt loosely.
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It’s Complicated
Breaking my radio along with my heart,
Untuned instrumentals angrily blared,
While she sang apologetic verses offbeat,
Unable to select a genre she mixed
rhythms and mistaken intentions
Before titling our break-up anthem:
It’s Complicated.
Be well,
Monty
I’m celebrating National Poetry Month!
Write a poem about living with a piece of art.
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Drawn
He drew me with everlasting lovingkindness,
The only love he knows,
Who am I to complain about the lines etched across my face?
Or my rotund shape that seems to be forever further sagging?
These are but evidence of a full life,
Of living and loving,
Of enjoying His grace,
And being His beloved child.
Be well,
Monty
I’m celebrating National Poetry Month!
Write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist
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Licensed to Poet
Clumsy feet,
Unmusical in beat,
I cannot paint a sky,
I’m not an acting guy,
I’m quintessentially unique,
Rhyming my only feat,
With punctuation bordering on absurd,
I’m always playful with my words;
If you didn’t already know it,
I’m only licensed to poet!
Be well,
Monty
I’m celebrating National Poetry Month!
Write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time (like a Sonny & Cher song in a poem about a Greek myth).
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Dear Me,
I’ve traveled decades,
First forwards,
Then backwards,
Then backwards again;
Don’t ask me how,
It’s harder to explain than pseudorays
Or cubic days,
But the fact is that I’m sitting here,
A tarnished old man, begging you,
Like a stiff-necked turtle
Awaiting the drop of the guillotine,
To please, no matter what happens,
Please don’t open that fortune cookie;
Better yet, don’t even order
The orange chicken,
Nothing good has ever come from orange chicken.
Trust me on this.
Yours truly,
Me
Be well,
Monty
I’m celebrating National Poetry Month!
Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms, or this glossary of art terminology, and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word.
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Moto
As
I gather
Pace I press
The clutch and shift
Musical gears – pushing lulls aside
In an escalating mechanical dance rave.
Be well,
Monty
I’m a bit late, but that is not going to stop me from celebrating National Poetry Month!
Pen a portrait poem of your own. It can be a self-portrait, a portrait of someone well known to you, or even a poem inspired by an actual painted portrait.
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The Portrait
Here I stand;
Motionless in the window of the frame shop;
A “For Sale” sign hanging from my neck;
Left over from a previous year’s order,
Never picked-up,
I look oddly familiar, but unremarkable;
Perhaps a distant uncle,
Or an AI attempt at “middle-aged white male”;
A face peeks in through the window pane,
Initially curious, but soon disinterested;
It fades into the street beyond,
Along with the slightest glimpse of hope
I allowed myself to feel.
Be well,
Monty
National Poetry Month may be over, but I’m still catching up! Here is my entry for a prompt from @murisopis’ Poetry from Around the World Scavenger Hunt. This is a great poetry challenge so I encourage you to participate!
Scotland: Scottish Stanza (Burns Stanza) – A single stanza of 6 lines with a rhyme scheme of A/A/A/B/A/B where the A lines have 8 syllables and the B lines have 4 syllables. An alternative form has a stanza of 7 lines with a rhyme of A/A/B/C/C/C/B and where the A & C lines have 8 syllables and the B lines have 4 syllables. Let’s talk about hair – maybe hair color and what it says about you.
The Ginger Brunette
Ginger tresses and golden eyes
Warrior prince that never dies
Strutting streets in plane site he hides
The shy girl who
Has brunette roots and deep brown eyes,
And naught to lose.
Be well,
Monty
National Poetry Month is back! I’ll be selectively participating in a number of poetry prompts this month. Here is my entry for a prompt from @murisopis’ Poetry from Around the World Scavenger Hunt. This is a great poetry challenge so I encourage you to participate!
Ireland: Treochair – An Irish form consisting of tercets (3 line stanzas) of any number. It is syllabic with 3/7/7 syllables per stanza and a rhyme scheme where the 1st and 3rd lines of a stanza rhyme. Heavy alliteration is expected with all 3 lines within a stanza. You may find inspiration in Lies versus Truth…
With Courage and Untamed Pride
With courage
From strong stilled stick seasoned shine
He truthed to jury and judge
Untamed pride
From lingering love gone lost
He’d lynched his lying bride.
Be well,
Monty
National Poetry Month is back! I’ll be selectively participating in a number of poetry prompts this month. Here is my entry for the prompt from napowrimo.net.
Write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.
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A Bite to Remember
I’ll never forget that moment,
You glistening red in boiled goodness,
Enrobed in cushiony white carbs – the most forbidden kind.
Me, lubricated and wanting. My eyes only for you,
Undistracted by the heavy base and bouncing bodies.
There was only us.
This memory goes back a couple of decades to when the “Atkins” low-carb diet was a big thing. I’d been on the diet for a month or more when I found myself at a dance club on the Jersey Shore and they were serving “dirty dogs” – the most basic of hot dogs. It was absolute ecstasy. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if this qualifies for being completely platonic. Oh well…
Be well,
Monty
National Poetry Month is back! I’ll be selectively participating in a number of poetry prompts this month. Here is my entry for the prompt from napowrimo.net.
Write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.
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The Phantom Tollbooth Misremembered
Forty-odd years ago go a young boy got caught up in the pages of a fantasy. The pages flipped faster and faster as he chased the adventure. Then all things slowed down. Becoming slower, and slower, and slower, till the pages felt like stones. Too heavy to turn. The boy’s since grown grey. His hands etched with hopes lost. His memory failing. He can’t recall how to escape the Doldrums.
Be well,
Monty
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