NaPM, April 26, 2020

[Quixilated]

Anyone can join in at any time!  Newbies are welcome to play too. 

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.


Topic: today you get to play.  
You can write doggerel, limericks, senryu, nonsense poetry, parodies of respectable forms and authors, or whatever it is that makes you laugh at yourself as you write it.  You can use full on singsong rhyme, elaborate metaphor, hyperbole, cliche, or anything you like.  Today we finger paint with pudding.  There are no wrong answers, just have fun! 


Form: whatever floats your boat
Line requirements: whatever is appropriate for your chosen form

[Todd]

Wonder Twin Powers Activate

It all started when I touched
my sister for the first time.

My brother’s hands
were ice.

I hold his soul
in a bucket.

[Keith]

Mr Browns home (a parody of Mr Brownstone by Guns & Roses)

I get em up around seven
swimmin class around nine
and I don't get to do nothin no
cause the kids take all my......time

I get em to bed around seven
I do some work about nine
get myself in bed by eleven
read a book whilst sippin.......wine

We've been sleeping when,
little footsteps
they keep knockin
they won't leave us alone.

I used ta give a cuddle
but a cuddle wouldn't do
and I couldn't shut the bedroom door
I just keep tryin
ta leave a little light on
said a little brighter than before.

I used ta read a story
but a story wouldn't do
so our bed filled up with four
we just keep tryin
ta get more than a cuddle
but we don't want any more!!!

We've been sleepin when,
little footsteps
they keep knockin
they won't leave us alone.

[dukealien]

Banana-free Verse


What percentage of constructed
word-like symbol strings composed of
letters or some other unit– 
random brush-strokes for example–
have no meaning?  See, there must be
something like completion theory
which could shoot rejection slips and
no bananas to those million
monkeys pounding endlessly on
their typewriters... bet there’s not.

Woon linje cra, jowse drin wolay
slup mantsit swape kavol redat
ek murfal dij, rehoven klat
sep wontsat vrain lenocratay.

So in the meaning-universe
of any language one may question
if its words are stars or vacuum–
is its night-sky dark or bright?

And does it matter?  Jup kavite.