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NaPoWriMo Day 32 – NaPoWriMo Wrap-up May 2, 2015

May 1, 2015

Welcome to the Wrap-up of NaPoWriMo  2015 Whew… that was intense and invigorating.  I hope you pushed yourself a bit this year and wrote some interesting things that you wouldn’t have attempted otherwise.  Perhaps with a little re-writing, revising and editing some of your NaPoWriMo writes will blossom into poems worth keeping, sharing and even publishing!    A few poems that are in my new poetry collection, Not Aloud (MoonPath Press) available in September of 2015, began as NaPoWrimo writes.  A couple of others have been published in print journals or anthologies.

To be honest, sometimes the prompt writes surprise me.  I approach NaPoWriMo prompts seriously, but I also look at prompt writing as writing exercises akin to a runner stretching and warming up before a race.  It is for me like an improvisation exercise.   I expect from my efforts there will be some good phrases, and groundwork that will lead me to writing a poem worth keeping, but when something better than that happens, I’m am appreciative and genuinely surprised.   When it happens a few times during the month, I chalk it up to being in good writing shape.  I write something nearly every day (not always poetry).  Some days I write thousands of words, others a few hundred.   So my challenge during NaPoWriMo is to… 1) come up with interesting and challenging prompt posts (that aren’t IMPOSSIBLE for newer writers and poets to take on) for each day of NaPoWriMo and to participate in someone else’s NaPoWriMo related prompt challenge. This year I also wrote a poem every day for the Writers Digest Poem a Day challenge.  I wrote a few extras no one saw (which are pretty terrible) and a few decent poems outside of the prompts that may wind up being ‘keepers’.

Thanks for checking in from time to time or every day.  I hope NaPoWriMo tuned up your writing habit and you had fun being creative along the way.  And if it drove you a bit nuts… well that’s good too . . . particularly if you pushed through it and reached a new goal for yourself.

A few times per month on this blog, I post the NorthWest Poetry Update which compiles mostly free poetry readings and open mics that are happening in the Western Washington State Area (mostly).  You might also notice there’s a POETRY DAY OF THE WEEK page on this blog (telling you about many regularly scheduled poetry readings in Western Washington and a couple in the Portland OR area.

Sometimes I create other blog posts and my intention is to do a few more of those during the next few months.   Feel free to FOLLOW the blog and you’ll get an email when I post something.

NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 30

Write an end Poem that ends with the words THIS IS THE END

This is a door

By Christopher J. Jarmick

This not the beginning

It has been here.

It was here previously.

It could have been here in another form

under a different guise or perhaps invisible.

Perspective tells us

we should not assume we know anything.

We are unreliable witnesses to everything.

We don’t know anything for certain.

Not even this.

So what is the point?

Is the point mere experience?

Or perhaps it is the sharing of the experience.

An experience as we decide to define it.

This is whatever I decide it is.

Because.

Marilyn Monroe’s picture

is above the eggs benedict

on the theme diner menu

waiting for Mark Doty to notice

and for his comment to be part

of the Poets and Writer article

I read a couple of days ago.

It needs to be part of a poem

even if I don’t understand why.

Did the people who drew things

on cave walls in the dark

believe doing so

freed them?

It is everything you need to know.

It is absolutely nothing.

It is only one part of a bigger story.

It is the door closing behind you.

You are not here. It is the end.

Teresa’s Prompt 30 poem

Stops

By Teresa Jarmick

Five or six, peeking through screen

Just high enough to see smell and talk

To the bedded person that loved me.

First row bleachers, back in kindergarten

I had something to share with the class.

Teacher redirected me.

Time repeats silent story

Soundless interstate travel

This is the end.

Writers Digest Poem-a-Day Prompt 30

Suggests writing a poem that includes the phrase  ‘bury the …..  (you complete it).

Parasite or Not a Poem About My Muse.

By Christopher J. Jarmick

It should be clear by now

I intend to grab hold

arouse your interest

scream, yell, shout,

scratch, kick, bite

even expose myself

it that’s what it takes.

If you are like me

you’ll resist it

refuse to be taken in

and on principle

not continue to encourage

such blatant attention-seeking

desperation by a hack

poseur or worse a trickster.

There is all around us

uncensored streams

of over the top

exaggerated sensory overloads

employed to market and sell

products, proposals and ideas.

You know there is no place for it

In the realms of respectable,

proper literature

and never in your

most sacrosanct of work;

poetry.

Bury the beast

Bury temptation

Bury the madness

But we both know

quest of knowledge and

curiousity compels

you to bear witness.

You’ll comfort yourself

that it was inevitable

and the slight betrayal

of your principals

can remain a kept secret

a comfortable shame.

But like the deadliest

of parasites, now that I am in

I will grow inside of you,

feast myself first on

left-overs

work myself up to

occasional nibbles in

places that will produce

nearly imperceptible discomfort

and just as you realize

you can not keep the secret inside

any longer, perhaps when you

begin to reveal your shame,

that is when I will strike at

your most vital of organs

and bring you to your knees.

Your appetite for the unsavory

will be impossible to conceal

and everything that you feared

will curse your daily existence

and the more you protest

the more you blame

the more you try to conceal

the louder will you

scream, yell, shout.

Lock yourself in a room

scratch, kick, bite

the only cure for this

is to expose yourself,

embrace and own your greatest fears

Suffer both ridicule

and puerile curses

along with

undeserved praise

in plain view

and realize

your ravenous appetite

insures you will do it  all again

tomorrow.

Teresa’s Prompt 29 Poem

Make up a word and use it in a poem

Evagrou

By Teresa Jarmick

Complicated tubes connecting

Engines powered by whispered

Sly tongues alternating

Misery, comfort, misery

Engaging names dropped

Butter on breadless crumbs.

Don’t trust her, the evagrou.

PROMPT 31

Combine two previous prompts to write your poem.  I combined at least three: the Septolet, political and make up your own word prompt to come up with.

Wires from Baltimore

By  Christopher J. Jarmick

1.

What

did the

FOX folks say?

Baltimore is

our third world

middle

east!

2.

25 year old Freddie Gray

from the birthplace of Thurgood Marshall

and Cab Calloway

was told to stop by the cops,

but tried to run away.

“Apprehended without incident’

on April twelve, they say.

then Freddie had a ‘massive spinal injury’

on his ride to the station, anyway.

He complained he was in pain

and definitely not okay

but didn’t see the docs

until much later that day.

Something wrong happened here

you can logically say

and it should be made crystal clear

April 19th ,is the day

they said;

Freddie’s dead.

3.

Last Saturday,

The  Baltimoristan police chief

called peaceful protests

a ‘lynch mob,’

Doesn’t take a poet or editor

to spot the bad word choice here.

4.

Last Saturday and Sunday

on Facebook

a few dozen high school kids

posted they should meet at

the mall after school on Monday

and have a ‘purge night’ of

reckless looting—like ‘in those

recent movies.’

So public transportation

was restricted meaning

hundred of teenagers

would be stranded at the mall.

But not to worry,

dozens of cops in riot gear

were on the scene demonstrating

just what a police state looks like.

‘Life isn’t at all like ‘The Purge’, kids,

it’s more like ‘Hunger Games’.’

5.

When the police told the media

gang members made threats

about killing some officers,

The Nation of Islam

invited rival gang members

to a church where they

held hands and pledged

to help stop any violent protests.

Imagine Fox correspondents trying to

explain that an organization called Islam

Is NOT a terrorist group.

Don’t worry.  Didn’t happen.

Cable news folks were too busy covering

each other having fun

at a fancy news correspondent dinner

with politicians, 40 miles away.

Who says there’s no such thing as a

free lunch?

6.

When the riots began

CNN and FOX news anchors

proclaimed they had not seen

such mayhem in decades

as if they weren’t around

a few news cycles ago

in Ferguson.

7.

“Doesn’t look like any America

I know,” said one well dressed

middle-aged white news anchor.

I wish I could be so myopic

I don’t see neighborhoods in cities like Detroit

and Baltimore where tens of thousands

live below the poverty line in places

where rat infested abandoned buildings

are turned into shooting galleries for

heroin addicts?

Maybe you believe that was all made up

to publicize HBO’s The Wire ?

Maybe the Baltimore you know is the

Inner Harbor of million dollar condos and luxury tourist

hotels and not the neighborhoods east and west

where you’ll find the highest concentration of AIDS

cases anywhere in the U.S.

AIDS?  Is that still a thing?

8.

Thugs thugs thugs

tHugs thugs thugs

thUgs  thugs thugs

thuGs thugs thugs

thugS thugs thugs

“They aren’t protestors – they are thugs.”

orange is the new black  and

The T word is the new N word.

No wait, thug is okay, President Obama

called the looters in Baltimore, thugs.

Seattle Seahawk Richard Sherman

and Baltimore looters

are thugs

from gangs like the

Black Guerillas.

I heard it on the news today

. . . oh boy…

10.

As the riots turned to looting, and violence,

windows were smashed, cars and buildings

lit on fire.

We saw footage from a helicopter

of angry protestors throwing rocks

at police in riot gear.

“The thugs are throwing boulders at the police. . .”

said the reporter.

“There are gangs involved in this. . .” said another.

Crips, Blood and BGF to name the names… only

Fox folks delighted in making sure they said

‘Black Guerillas,’ which sounds just like ‘Black Gorillas’

rather then saying BGF or the more generic

gangs.

“Gangs like the Black Guerillas,” they said.

some of these thugs are Black Guerillas…” they said.

Over and over again, Black Guerillas this and Black Guerillas that

and they weren’t reciting an anaphoric poem

but suddenly had regressed into 11 year-olds

on a playground daring each other to say, “Pussy”.

Only worse. . . Black Guerillas. . .

11.

And oh how they carried on. . .

even laughing and joking at the footage

of the black mother slapping and punching what we

presume is her son.

“if there were more folks like her

there wouldn’t be any riots in Baltimore…”

Problem solved.

Thanks FOX.

I should have had more faith

that you would figure this out for us

while giving us thrilling visuals

and your usual brand of entertaining

R. C. commentary

(Racist Colored commentary).

12.

There is a silver lining on

these clouds of Gray.

The Fox lead in should be:

Donald Trump publicly admits Obama

is a great president.

Can’t make this up.

Trumps Tweet:

Our great African American President

hasn’t exactly had a positive impact on the thugs

who are so happily and openly destroying Baltimore!”

Now join hands with me and sing:

‘We shall comb over.’

NOTES

The not completely unexpected Baltimore riots have given us a barrage of irresponsible reporting from the usual sources.  This sequence begins with a syllable Septolet (a lesser known French poetry form).

Sources and references include the following:

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2015/04/how-baltimore-riots-began-mondawmin-purge

http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2015/04/the-baltimore-riots-that-didnt-happen/391931/

http://nypost.com/2015/04/27/rival-gangs-team-up-to-take-out-baltimore-cops/

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/wonkblog/wp/2015/04/28/what-you-really-need-to-know-about-baltimore-from-a-reporter-who-lived-there-for-30-years/?postshare=7021430269996714

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/04/28/donald-trump-barack-obama-tweets-baltimore-riots/26500879/

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/04/28/donald-trump-barack-obama-tweets-baltimore-riots/26500879/

Enjoy

Keep Writing

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NaPoWriMo Day 31 – Prompt for April 31, 2015 aka May 1, 2015

April 30, 2015

Welcome to Day 31  of NaPoWriMo.  HEY….  WAIT A MINUTE!!!!  Tomorrow I’ll have wrap up with my Prompt 30 and 31 poem and post a catch-up, hopefully, of Teresa poems….maybe I’ll even plug my upcoming poetry collection Not Aloud due out this September from MoonPath Press. . . HEY!  Wait a minute….!!!

DAY 31  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 31, 2015 

Xtra….  Yep… an extra.  Write your extra poem.   Look at any of the 30 prompts I posted this year for NaPoWriMo and write another poem using that prompt or combine a couple of prompts to write your poem.   C’mon one more…

NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 29 POEMS

Creating a new word or two and make it the focus of your poem

Vocabuloria!

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Poets in passionate vocabulation

flourishing vocabularments,

vocalaJuggling with feats of

vocabuleeze until readers are

in an oversatiated vocabuloric stupor

Declaring war on poetics.

No more….

Die.. die… die

We can’t process anything if your

embellishmementums

put us into a brain dead vocabuloma

Stop

you insistent too hip, too smart, too profound

too depressed, too heartbroken for the room

wordsmiths.

Take a deep breath,

Give us a moment to catch up

with your empathyisms

If you insist on a three ring circus

create your show

one ring at a time,

and give us copies of the program

so we can sort of keep up

with what’s going on.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 29

Write a what you don’t know poem

Church Key

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Is it subtle reference to Ovid

or obscure Greek poet,

I don’t know.

It may be the code of the poem

but it remains unbroken.

The patterns on the dishes

in the sink,

could mean many things,

the things we purposefully collect

even more.

Pieces of childhood we enjoy holding onto

I understand.

But the antique church key?

She gave it to me, saying

it meant her heart was in my hands.

“If you tire of me return it.”

She said her grandmother gave it to her

just before she died.

Months after she left me,

I realized I still had the key.

I don’t know why I’ve kept it.

Perhaps you think the answer clear;

she stole something precious from me,

leaving like she did,

so I kept the key to her heart

so that she’ll never truly be able

to give her heart to anyone else

as long as I possess this key.

But I don’t believe in spells, or magic

or literal keys to anyone’s heart.

People might convince themselves

someone has them under a spell

or possesses them,

but it is not ever true.

And now that I write this,

I like the idea of putting the key

in a box of books or bag of clothes

that I’ll donate to Goodwill.

But I haven’t,

and won’t do it next time either.

I’ve kept it for years.

I don’t know why.

Enjoy

Keep Writing

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NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Prompt for April 30, 2015

April 29, 2015

Welcome to Day 30  of NaPoWriMo.  And here we are with the prompt for the last day of the month.  Did you challenge yourself to write every day? Did you challenge yourself to get outside of the box and write something completely different than what you normally write? Did you exercise your muse and take on some prompts?  Did you sometimes say to yourself. . . I DO NOT LIKE THAT PROMPT….I won’t do that prompt, not in a house, not with a mouse. . . . and did you discover that taking on the challenge you wrote something that either turned out better than you expected or opened up something that will lead to something even better in the near future?  I sincerely wish you have that sort of experience.  Continue to write every day, create your own prompts, take on prompts already posted you haven’t tried before, find sites LIKE THIS ONE that post weekly posts.

Tomorrow, I’ll have another post.. so stay tuned.

DAY 30  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 30, 2015 

This is the End, sang Jim Morrison.  Write an end poem.   It can be an end of the month poem, a last poem for your next collection of poetry, an end of a era, relationship, or world poem.  The last four words of the poem should be:  this is the end.

 NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 28 POEMS

Prompt 28 suggested you read an excerpt from How To Read a Poem and then write you poem.

Becoming the Poem

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Thank you for the precious moments you spend

with these words.

I imagine them not simply gravel, or twigs

you travel upon

but unique birdsongs, and even loud noises

that stop you in your tracks

rudely interrupt your own thoughts and

swarm around you like thousands of gnats

that you must swat away.

It is the something you take notice of

because it is out of place

perhaps it is of such breathtaking beauty

or such incredible coincidence

that you feel that sensation of new love.

It fills your eyes, it captures your breath,

it softly touches your skin and purrs in your ear

which in the next moment

scares you with its nearly instant naked intimacy.

Your guard goes up, tense and defensive

But then,

slowly

you realize there is no danger,

you are safer in this place

than anywhere else you could be.

No one will harm you here

You can open your mind and have thoughts

that no one will judge or criticize.

They will be completely understood

by a stranger you will never meet.

And you know this, absolutely.

You can reach out and find exactly the sort

of touch you need in this moment,

and if you’d like

you can even close your eyes

drift into the deep and restful slumber

that will recharge your soul

for the rest of your journey ahead.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 28

Two for Tuesday prompt write a matter or anti-matter poem

Whatsa’ Matter You – An E = mc2 Poem.

By Christopher J. Jarmick

If for every particle of matter

there is an anti-matter particle

but gravity affects both equally

and their meeting in mass

created the Big Bang that begat

our Universe, then why is

the Universe made up of matter particles.

How did one particle matter more than another

and survive annihilation?

And what of discovered particles that may

contain both matter and anti-matter

that aren’t affected by gravity or

magnetic fields?

Concentrations of energy

created by matter and anti-matter

make cosmic rays

which one of Buck Rogers

of was it Flash Gordon’s nemesis

threatened to destroy earth with

and in a 50s creature feature or two

created giant insects.

Rays (cosmic, gamma) also made a super-hero or two,

and become a doomsday machine

in a lousy Dan Brown novel.

It’s hard to make anti-matter

since it vanishes when it touches anything.

All of this is for scientists only perhaps

but in a poets’ perspective. . .

I think we’ve all had a few relationships

where after touching someone, they seem to vanish.

Never call, don’t answer their phone… aren’t

ever seen or heard from again.

Doesn’t usually happen instantaneously, I realize,

but the delayed reaction might open up a

whole new field of study.

No matter?

Isn’t matter as much an illusion as

truth in advertising, you say?

That’s quantum physics

worthy perhaps of another poem,

–when I have the energy.

POETRY MATTERS

By Christopher J. Jarmick

1.

I know the earth is not flat,

the sun doesn’t revolve around the earth

and poetry is not dead.

2.

Contrary to popular belief,

poetry isn’t anti-prose that vanishes

when it touches anything other

than another poet.

3.

Mathematics and Science

are bedfellows

as are Poetry and Mathematics.

(Need I explain iambic pentameter?)

Politicians have long feared both

science and poetry.

Both have survived.

4.

There is hope for poetry’s future.

Carl Sagan became famous in the 1970s

and recently so has Neil deGrasse Tyson.

There is hope for poetry’s future.

If every 40 years (or so) an Astro-physicist

can become a media darling,

there is hope for poetry’s future.

Enjoy

Keep Writing

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NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Prompt for April 29, 2015

April 28, 2015

Welcome to Day 29  of NaPoWriMo.  And then there were TWO… can you believe IT!?!

I forgot all about the million line poem project that Tupelo Press began until yesterday when just for fun I submitted a couplet for it…. AND it was accepted.  What fun!   A few months ago I submitted a poem called Hummingbird I wrote (and almost completely forgot about) for consideration to a new anthology called Poeming Pigeons.  Yep.. it got accepted and that book is about to come out.  They’re kicking off an event in Portland, Oregon for the book (I can’t make it… but if you’re nearby consider going).  They will doing another anthology soon and are about to open submissions for it.  Click on the links to read more about either or both.

The folks in Auburn, Washington are ending Poetry Month with a (wi-CKED) bang at the Auburn Theatre April 30th and a reading that features past Auburn Poet Laureate Dick Brugger, present Auburn Poet Laureate Marjorie Rommel and Washington State Poet Laureate Elizabeth Austen. 7 pm (doors open at 6) Thursday, April 30th in the Auburn Avenue Theater, 10 Auburn Ave, Auburn, WA 98002.  It’s FREE and there’ll be light refreshments too!!!

DAY 29  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 29, 2015 

Make up a word.  Make up a couple of words if you want.   Create a poem about and using this new word or couple of words.

 NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 27 POEMS

Suggested writing a ‘color-full’ poem.

Love Colored

By Christopher J. Jarmick

As the sun set outside

the periwinkle sky was streaked

with mauve and mazarine

from a saffron and magenta horizon

and inside the Red Lights Casino Castaneous Lounge,

polka-dotted notions filled the blues singers

previously nigrine thoughts with rose-colored hope.

Her filemot outlook metamorphosing

into a fluorescent hyacinthine

bursting into bright ponceau.

She was in love.

Her monochrome life

with its sepia tinged memories

now pavonated with puniceous

porphyrous, vitellary.

Her blues now azure

with notes of nacarat and meline.

Definitions:

azure     light or sky blue

castaneous         chestnut-coloured

filemot               dead-leaf colour; dull brown

hyacinthine        of a blue or purple colour

magenta              reddish purple

mauve                light bluish purple

mazarine             rich blue or reddish-blue colour

meline                canary-yellow

nacarat               bright orange-red

nigrine                black

pavonated          peacock-blu

periwinkle           a bluish or azure colour

ponceau              poppy red

porphyrous        purple

puniceous           bright or purplish red

saffron                orange-yellow

sepia                    fine brown

vitellary                bright yellow

Teresa’s Prompt 27 poem

Color Me

By  Teresa Jarmick

Salmon meringue consistently

Not white.

Freckled red oak

Gravel halo.

Me.

XTRA….

Slightly Sunburned in Sequim

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Not satisfied with getting slightly sunburned

in Sequim, by sitting outside too long.

My wife ,has picked her super-hero name:

Pink Flippers.

Perhaps a member of the Fantastic Five Footwear team:

Puma, Air, Dunks, The Clog, and P.F.

whose secret lair

is underneath Nike Town.

Writers Digest  Prompt 27 Poem

the prompt was to write a  ‘looking back’ poem.

When NOT to look back

By  Christopher J. Jarmick

If you are running away

through the woods

or in Venice

DON”T

Look back

Look at where you are going

focus on moving fast

and not falling down.

If you are running away

from betrayal, violence

DON’T

Look back

You won’t see what’s left

of your heart

beating on the ground.

If you are running away

from a misunderstanding,

age or out of boredom

Stop.  Sit down.

You need a plan, a purpose

or you’ll run right into regret

which will absorb into your skin

and take its slow sadistic revenge.

Enjoy

Keep Writing

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NaPoWriMo Day 28 – Prompt for April 28, 2015

April 27, 2015

Welcome to Day 28  of NaPoWriMo.  And then there were 3. . . we’re on the homestretch with the finish line in view. . .   One of my favorite books about poetry remains How to Read a Poem by Edward Hirsch.  I’ve read the entire book at least 3 times and the first 30 pages more than a half dozen.  It has encouraged many interesting discussions about poetry—perhaps too many – but that’s still a good thing.   Hirsch wrote an essay worth reading called How to Read a Poem for Poets.org.  But for an even better read. . .look at today’s prompt. . .

DAY 28  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 28, 2015

Read this generous excerpt from  How To Read a Poem (and fall in love with poetry) by Edward Hirsch.  It is from the book and very different than the essay located at poetry.org. Become the ‘scholar with one candle’ (Wallace Stevens)  Click on my link, read for a while and then write for 15 or 20 minutes.  From your writing create your poem.

NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 26 POEMS

Prompt 26  suggested you use a random first line generator as the first line of your poem

Thief

by Christopher J. Jarmick

The pen hadn’t been worth stealing.

On impulse I quickly slipped the thing

inside my pocket while the proprietor

was distracted with another customer.

I felt awful the moment after I did it.

Thief, thief, imaginary voices yelled in my head.

“Cut off his bleedin’ hand” a heavy English accented

Victorian era voice grumbled.

My prize might have been worth tens of thousands

but later when I examined it

I realized it was a fake,

It could never have belonged to Charles Dickens.

Now if someone had bought the thing

the shop-owner would have been the scoundrel

cheating a gullible customer out of his money.

But I didn’t know as I refused to resist temptation

that the pen wasn’t worth stealing.

Teresa’s Prompt 26 Poem

Read It

By Teresa Jarmick

“Read it over,” he said, “and see if you want to sign it.”

Not a start or an end, somewhere in the middle.

Years into the voyage, neither blank line nor ink will

Veer course.  I can see the horizon & my help

Comes from the hills.

He pushes papers, understands I’m not

Standing at a crossroads and waits

For me to toss the message overboard.

Writers Digest Poem A Day Prompt 26

Use some of Shakespeare’s ‘invented’ words in a poem.  (he created about 1700 new words, many original, many combinations or new derivations and many changing usages such as verbs into nouns etc).

The Game’s Afoot

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Shakesmouth has attask’d me

to convive ‘pon my NaPoWrimo addiction

leaving nary a moment for vizaments.

I’ll potch my gnarling discontent

risk besmichment from countless critics,

(including grammarian swashers) and submerge

compromise even if in my swaggering excitement

my premediated hurried efforts creates

a monumentally,obsequiously flawed

(or worse- a laughable, utterly worthless lackluster)

poem.

Your fracted oppugancy to my rant

be futile, an immoment of invis’d discontent.

My propugnation to relume poetic art

through this suppliance of Sir Shakesword’s words

will not be impeded by your renounciations.

In amazement you’ll hear the gossip hobnobbers

proclaim that fashionable Shakesheathe enthusiasts

generously championed my efforts proclaiming:

“Mirable! Mirable!”

Notes:

Renounciations, ‘pon and besmirchments are of my invention.

I’m pretty sure NaPoWriMo was never used by Shakespeare.

Title is from Henry V  Act 3 Scene 1.

I mangle Shakespeare’s name in affectionate homage to his wonderful and sometimes playful mangling of verbs and nouns to create new words.  Speare turned to mouth(e), sheath(e) and sword.)

Enjoy

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NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Prompt for April 27, 2015

April 26, 2015

Welcome to Day 27  of NaPoWriMo.   And then there were 4. . .   One of the most vitally important things a writer (part-time, full-time, published or not) absolutely must be doing is reading.  In fact, I believe if you are writing regularly and often feeling you are overflowing with ideas and inspiration you are likely reading a variety of things that are feeding your muse well.  And it goes to reason if you are having trouble finding things to write about, if you experience that mysterious malady called writer’s block it may be due to the fact you are not reading enough and certainly not diversifying what you are reading enough.   I should probably provide a link at this point to some poetry that is worth reading.  Although most of the Ten Poems Everyone Needs To Read are pretty obvious and are likely very familiar to you . . .most of these are indeed must reads.  So enjoy for them again for the thousandth time or for the first.   (And yes, for the record I certainly strongly considered not choosing to link to this particular because of how annoying their hyped up title is).

DAY 27  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 27, 2015 

Create a color-full poem.  One that uses a myriad of colors with a touch perhaps of something unexpected.

NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 25 POEMS

Prompt 25 suggested writing a poem using several Acronyms. . .

Acrovators

By Christopher J. Jarmick

The WASPS , JAPS and HUD renters march together against

the frackers shouting  NIMBY  NIMBY

Oklahoma shakes. (BOBs have nothing to do with this.)

Get data from EOS, ESPRI, NASA geeks.

You say FISHDO,  BOHICA, it’s just another SNAFU?  Go FO!

We say NIMBY, hell no!

Before our world is FUBAR!

Stop!

Definitions: (12 Acronyms- 52 Words!)

WASP -White Anglo Saxon Protestant

JAP Jewish American Princesses

HUD- US Department of Housing and Urban Development

NIMBY- Not in My Back Yard

ESPRI -Earth Surface Processes Research Institute

EOS-      Earth Observing System

BOB-  Battery Operated Boyfriend

FISHDO – F* *k It, Shit Happens, Drive On

BOHICA – Bend Over Here It Comes Again (US Military Slang)

SNAFU – Situation Normal: All F* *cked Up

FO – Foxtrot Oscar (i.e. F**k Off) (US/UK Forces)

FUBAR – F* *cked Up Beyond All Recognition

Teresa’s Prompt 25 Poem

Language Love

By Teresa Jarmick

UNESCO, ANSI waiting outside MOMA couldn’t

Help but see the HEPA, NATO, HIPAA threesome

Linked by arms, laughing.  Obviously a LASER JAMA of

a day for them and he was ANSI, jealous, WISHA he was

mid the two FIFA ladies, ASORN he was

without AAMI.  Head hung low, NSAID, it was a QAPI

start to a DEVL day.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 25 poem

Write an across the sea perhaps travel poem.

Accinents  (tried to combine Accents and Accidents)

By  Christopher J. Jarmick

Hands across the water

You’re feet don’t get wet.

No one likes water in their ear.

Take a plane, but chew gum

or your ears might pop and

nobody likes that either.

Well, there’s probably some

masochist or perv that likes it

but I shouldn’t judge folks whose

oddball quirks aren’t hurting anyone.

I sound just like any other rude,

American tourist In France or Italy.

The ones who talk slow and loud

because that somehow helps people who

don’t speak English understand what they are saying.

Could have something to do with why

you think French Waiters are rude.

Nobody likes being yelled at or treated like their idiots.

I miss hearing accents.

Use to hear them a lot when I was younger

and living on the East Coast.

Regional accents,

foreign accents,

they make you listen a little closer

appreciate how the habits of the tongue

influence tone, volume, accent

even the meter of sentences spoken.

When I hear a thick accent

I sometimes think about poetry,

think about what a poem might sound like

recited with an accent like the one I’m hearing

or if there’s a way to capture on the page

the nuance of accents.

Some voices were made to read poetry.

You’re not from around here…

And I’m glad to hear it.

Makes things a little more interesting

makes me pay a little closer attention.

Might even learn something.

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NaPoWriMo Day 26 – Prompt for April 26, 2015

April 25, 2015

Welcome to Day 26 of NaPoWriMo. And then there were 5! How about something random and unexpected for today’s prompt?

DAY 26 – NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 26, 2015
Go to this site right here. It will randomly generate a ‘first line’. Use it as the first line of your poem and create a poem at least 6 lines.  If you can’t get to the site for some reason… open a book to page 45, go to the third paragraph and use the first sentence as the first line of your poem.


NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 24 POEMS
Write an opposing view to the political poem you wrote for prompt 22.

Poets Shut Up
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Poets
stop reacting,
twitching, responding.
Few political poems
are well constructed,
fewer state views
that connect to anyone
but other deluded poets,
who aren’t really reading
poems anyway
because they are to busy
listening to themselves.
write.

Poets who believe
their scribbles matter
are the same gullible fools
likely to believe realtors
when they say things like,
traffic isn’t that bad,
or downtown is just 10 minutes away.
They trust there’s some truth
In the sounds that escape from
the lower part of the front of the heads
of radio talk show hosts and lawyers

Maybe I shouldn’t discourage you, poet.
Your word-smithing keeps you occupied
and too busy to join together
and create a powerful lobby
that might petition lawmakers
to actually do anything
you might approve of.

Poets your fears are correct;
common sense, common courtesy,
rock-n-roll, love that lasts, honesty,
faith and poetry itself are all dead.
Deader than a rusty metaphor.
Most normal folks accepted this already
And are indeed def to your busted
Iambics and smelly feet.
All of it, water under the bridge.
If poetry mattered
there would be a fee charged
for obtaining a poetic license.
Respond, or don’t respond, just remember,
whatever happens in poetry,
stays in poetry.

Teresa’s Prompt 24 Poem

Honk Honk Honk
By Teresa Jarmick

Pay ATTENTION
Can you believe that?
Put your phone DOWN!

Side to side, weave in
Out around
Whew, made the light
Safe from that lollygag
Accident waiting to happen.

Oh &^%&#(
Another one, ARGGGHH.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 24 Poem
The prompt suggested writing a ‘moment’ poem.

That Moment
By Christopher J. Jarmick

. . . yesterday
that built to a crescendo
blissful feeling

began
35 minutes before
In the coffee shop

when
the young woman with
the lost look in her eye

connected
for two seconds and
I could feel her mood

change
nothing flirtatious here
but I knew something in my

eyes
calmed her
helped in some way

and
I felt good about that
sat with my coffee and

book
at a table for almost
thirty minutes

then
almost at the door
I paused to get a hand

free
small bag and coffee cup in one
slipped cellphone in pocket

felt
someone gracefully slip
past me, open the door

She
held the door for me
smiled, so I said:

“Thank you.”
She said: ‘ No,
Thank YOU.’

5
minutes later I was driving
by the lake, windows down

Perfect
72 degree weather
clear Northwest blue sky

Radio
played a song I had not
heard in a long

time
and for no reason
I was smiling

troubling
thoughts evaporated
natural high enveloped me

breathing
cool clean air deep into
my lungs, I felt

happy
for a moment, again.
In fact so

happy
I didn’t tailgate the driver
insisting on going less than

30
in a 35 mile per hour zone
I felt too good to complain.

Teresa’s Prompt 22 Poem
Write a political poem

Gesticular Politicals
By Teresa Jarmick

You see them in cars
Moving lips and hands
Directing symphonies
Of missed notes.

Teresa’s Prompt 23 Poem
Write an intersection poem

First
By Teresa Jarmick

I crossed the street from mommy to mom once in a while.
It felt like they were the pedestrians
Or passengers in speeding cars making quick getaways
With me standing still stuck inside
But the data was inaccurate, we were all moving.


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