Three Wishes – a #NaPoMo #APRPAD Modified Rondeau

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Three Wishes Dandelion by Helen Holmes Photography

 

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Count to three.
I believe you can fly. You’ve got wings.
There is real magic here, can’t you see–
how it shines, just like stars, how it swings?

Light a match. Hold your breath. Turn the key.
Listen close: There’s a voice and it sings.
Close your eyes. Make a wish. Count to three.
Take a leap. Trust your heart and its wings.

I can show you how, if you’ll trust me.
Nothing up my sleeves, no tricks, no strings.
I craft my spells from favorite things–
like the way your eyes say you love me.
Close them now. Make a wish. Count to three.

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#NaPoMo INFO:
Poetic Asides #April Poem-A-Day Challenge – PAD #3:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Three (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Three Blind Hippos,” “Three Muskrats,” “Three’s Company,” “Three Movies Is Too Many for The Hobbit, Peter Jackson (just saying),” and so on.
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POETIC FORM INFO:
The poetic form focus for my PAD 2016 Challenge is the Rondeau — 13 lines in 3 stanzas; rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line. For info: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/personal-updates/help-me-rondeau-help-help-me-rondeau-another-french-poetic-form
NOTE:
For this poem, I’ve modifed the Rondeau to 9 syllables per line, all other conventions remain the same.
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Sleepy – (Junk Mail) a #NaPoMo #IMPROMPTU poem

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Toves don’t know about wabe
but when borogroves wake up
in the momeraths, my Jabberwock
are totally unable to open fully.

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JUNK MAIL SOURCE:

Hi Penelope…

I don’t know about you but when I wake up in the morning my eyes are totally unable to open fully.  It didn’t use to be that way but now that I am older some things just don’t work as well as they used to.  Know what I mean?

But this has been a blessing in disguise for me and whether you are the same or not, the lessons I learned from it has been a source of motivation for me and will, for sure and for certain, be one for you.

These lessons can be summarized in the 3 questions I ask myself every day…

SECOND SOURCE: Jabberwockey – by Lewis Carroll
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#NaPoMo INFO:

Found Poetry Review (FPR) Challenge – IMPROMPTU #2 – Guest Poet Collier Nogues offered a “Junk Mail” prompt. Check Out the Post here:

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-2-collier-nogues/

 

DAY 2 – Collier Nogues

You can start with any piece of junk mail or advertising, or any legal document or bureaucratic form (it’s tax time!).

  1. Choose a few sentences.
  2.  Remove the nouns.
  3. Replace them with, words from a poem you’ve abandoned, words from one or more poems you love (by anyone, yourself included), or any other source that works.
  4.  From there, work what you’ve got into a poem.
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How Poetry Goes (What She Said) – a #NaPoMo #APRPAD Rondeau

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Some days it’s how poetry goes.
“Hey, don’t sweat it!” That’s what she said.
Write six lines, then eat jam with bread.
Second guess the rhyme scheme you chose.

Count your syllables, like they’re crows —
put on your sweater. Make your bed.
Some days it’s how poetry goes.
“Go for a walk.” That’s what she said.

“Embrace your whims, and juxtapose.”
Swap out ink for pencil, instead.
Sip your coffee, then scratch your head.
It’s a dance, every poet knows —
Most days, it’s how poetry goes.

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#NaPoMo INFO:
Poetic Asides #April Poem-A-Day Challenge – PAD #2:

For today’s prompt, write a what he said and/or what she said poem. Maybe he or she said a rumor; maybe he or she gave directions; or maybe he or she said something that made absolutely no sense at all. I don’t know what they said; rather, each poet is tasked with revealing that knowledge. http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-2

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POETIC FORM INFO:
The poetic form focus for my PAD 2016 Challenge is the Rondeau — 13 lines in 3 stanzas; rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line. For info: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/personal-updates/help-me-rondeau-help-help-me-rondeau-another-french-poetic-form

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Foolish – a Rondeau

(with a bit of nonce* in the style of Lewis Carroll)

 

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You may find me mad and foolish —
my head in a sky full of stars,
hiding poems in socks and jars.
Do you think that’s gimb and trulish?

Of course I learned from monks prulish,
to tell tall-tales and steal memoirs.
That may well sound cruel and foolish,
make your head spin, your eyes see stars —

Are you feeling ill and mookish?
Yes, I stack books in damp bazaars,
and my methods won’t sell cigars —
so your judgment may be roufish.
Still, I like me odd and foolish!


*nonce (näns/) – adjective
  1. (of a word or expression) coined for or used on one occasion.

    “a nonce usage”


 

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#NaPoMo INFO:
Poetic Asides #April Poem-A-Day Challenge – PAD #1:

For today’s prompt, write a foolish poem. It’s April Fool’s Day, after all. Let’s loosen up today with a poem in which we’re fools, others are fools, or there’s some kind of prank or tomfoolery happening. Fool around with it a while. http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-1

 

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POETIC FORM INFO:
The poetic form focus for my PAD 2016 Challenge is the Rondeau — 13 lines in 3 stanzas; rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line. For info: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/personal-updates/help-me-rondeau-help-help-me-rondeau-another-french-poetic-form

 

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Warning

BEWAREWOLF

I have teeth
and I will cut you.
Be afraid —
I will hurt you.
Walking the streets,
I want my fill.
Light my fire and
I will find you —
take this warning.

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#NaPoMo INFO:

Found Poetry Review (FPR) Challenge – IMPROMPTU #1 – Guest Poet Patrick Williams created and offered a Random Prompt Generator. Check Out the Post here:

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-1-patrick-williams/

My elements were as follows:
PW FPR 1 Prompt Screen
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Siren Song

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Your ears ring with amber warnings
as the western horizon pulses orange.
The eastern sky wears a shroud of haze.

Dancing widdershins ’round the house,
The wind chants incantations through cracks,
spills in smoky pools beneath the doors.

These walls and floors breathe in —
barrel-chested men with wet burlap
fists — breathe out, beating back flames.

You lean against the upstairs window
silhouetted by sunset scorching distant hills.
Copper flames reel and stagger in your eyes.

When you turn to me, they sear my skin.
All the heat in my body rises meeting yours —
and invites you, with ink-singed fingers:

Come lie with me, as our flesh burns.
Let smoke fill your lungs, clear your head
of the spinning vertigo that haunts your soul.

 

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Just a Taste — After Halsey, Castle (a golden shovel poem)

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I wonder if you understand it now 
the way you draw pain from my 
body like blood from a jugular. My neck 
–both pale and trembling– is 
yours to take, always open 
to your appetite, and the wide 
hungry hollow in you, begging 
to be filled. I will surrender, ache for 
any chance to feed your need.
wild and hungry wolf, you are the fist 
that holds me close, wraps itself around 
me and draws pain like blood, just to taste it.
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POETIC FORM:
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a “let the moment begin” poem.
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Tethered – After Rise Against, Satellite (a golden shovel poem)

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I will always be beside you. I’m 
sure you know by now, as the world is passing 
in it’s blur, you will catch me looking over 
at you, smiling to remind you 
that you are my choice– like 
a child chooses the green ball from a
red topped dispenser. — I’ll be your satellite 
spin around in your own space. So 
don’t worry with my need to fly– you won’t catch 
me slipping free of my jesses. You’ll find me 
at the end of these leather leads, and if 
you always want me, I always promise
will dive from the sky — trust you to catch me as I fall. 
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POETIC FORM:
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write an open letter poem.
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It Was a Claws and Teeth Night — After Evanescence, Bring Me to Life (a golden shovel poem)

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The darkness returns, and if I die before I wake
it was all a vivid dream of you chasing me. 
I still see it when I close my eyes, looking up 
at moon and stars, earth at my back as you bid 
me fight — remind me of the strength that is my 
birthright. Bare your teeth and your need for blood! 
I feel my body thrum, alive — pungent with desire to
feed the wolf in you. I will hold my breath and run 
— knowing you’ll give blessed chase, just before 
I lose myself in this clotting darkness. When I
hear your growls echo in distant trees, I’ll come 
clawing this earth with my howling — I’ll be undone.
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POETIC FORM:

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “It Was a (blank) and (blank) Night,” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
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Leftover Thoughts on Being Lost – After Kasey Chambers, Lost and Found (a golden shovel poem)

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No, I don’t want to talk about it yet.
don’t know which of these words I could 
say to make sense — some thoughts can give 
a girl such nightmares, and scatter away 
all the good from the coffee and sun of this 
morning. I do know this — my sensitive heart 
is shifting, in these hours of weariness. I’ll leave 
it to itself – to refold the map and choose the path it 
wants to take. My feet will find their way. So, in 
case you’re thinking you should worry — the 
truth is, there’s no reason. I know I’m not lost 
for long. I’ll find my compass in this confusion, and 
let it point me north — keep going until I’m found.
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POETIC FORM:

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a leftovers poem.
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