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NaPoWriMO Tuesday, April 31 um I mean May 1st, 2012 Day 31/30

April 30, 2012

NaPoWriMO Tuesday, April 31 um I mean May 1st, 2012 Day 31/30

No true day off, vacation for writer, but perhaps this pause is due. — CJJ

After 30 days of NaPoWrimo 2012 you’ve earned a day of rest.
I’ll leave you to your own devices, let your muse inspire you, encourage you to regularly Write—every day—something to keep sharp, keep your creative and imagination juices flowing.

Perhaps look at some of your writes, revise them, take inspired couplets and create memorable Poems from them. Consider new challenges like: In the next 30 days I will write 10 sonnets. I will write a sestina or villanelle or 78 verses about a 78 record. You set your mind to accomplishing something…you can do it. If you need permission to attempt it—consider it granted.

Thanks for the comments, the kind words, the shared poems, the new blog follows and I trust you will continue your poetic adventures throughout the year. Consider perhaps doing the August Postcard Poem challenge this year. There’s time later to let you know about that. For now enjoy your personal NaPoWriMo victory (large or small).

It was certainly challenging, frustrating, invigorating, humbling and memorable for me. I hope it was all of those and more for you.

I’m going to try to post some random suggested prompt once or twice a month on this blog. The positive feedback, the number of new ‘follows’ has been almost overwhelming—so thank YOU for reading, following, commenting. Since several of my prompts have been used by several people I know and some complete strangers, I feel like I’ve been rewarded with several priceless gifts. My time and efforts were well spent.

Most are resistant to the kind of rigid discipline it takes to become a consistently producing writer. It seems in many ways to be the opposite of what creativity, experimentation and inspiration is all about. I certainly fear that my limitations as a writer are exposed by exercises like this for absolutely everyone to see. I certainly don’t ever want to be FORCED or coerced to create on any sort of schedule. But the compromises you make to meet a deadline also make you a better, more effective writer. I discovered several years ago some prompts forced me to think outside of my own box and it led to bigger, broader, better thinking and processes in regards to every aspect of my writing. A lot of what I’ve written for the prompts isn’t very good—but a few things are (I think). A few of the prompts I came up with I believed would result in some good work—and they didn’t (at least immediately). A few of the prompts that I thought would not push me to create something worthwhile—have pushed me in creative ways that have surprised me. It’s what you don’t know that can motivate you to explore new things and result in surprising and positive work. What you already know doesn’t expand your knowledge, creativity, expertise, and probably doesn’t guide you toward something better than what you’ve accomplished before. And not keeping an open mind, trying new things is the death of artistic thinking. Now don’t get me wrong. . . refining your skills, digging deep into areas you have confidence and ability in are very important. You aren’t going to produce good work very often without editing, revising and lots of hard sometimes laborious work. However, you’ll also plateau if you stop challenging yourself and if you don’t look up and beyond what you think you are capable of doing. You, me, we; are capable of more and it’s exciting to re-discover that. If NaPoWriMo ignites a few sparks for you, (like it does for me), then it has value.


DAY 30 PROMPT POEM (MayDay Prompt)

B y Christopher J. Jarmick

Help me, Help Me, Help me

Write one last poem
And let it be one
Where I don’t wine or
…….Damn it.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday

This chicken little panic
is pitiful.
I’m not even seeking
Just want to rise above
frustration, self doubt,
Pull my head out of my own. . .
Well… you know.

Write Write Write

Like madman on
mission to save the world,
not merely to finish
task or
fulfill self-imposed
There’s more than ever to say,
the well is never
bone dry.

May Day, May Day May Day

Warm spring,
Nature without shame bursts
in glorious rejuvenation.
It happens no matter what I
do, say, write.

How dare I
futilely battle endless tides
Let salt
Blind my eyes
to riches of color and life.
As if a player in
Greek Tragedy.
So what if someone on my right
say I doth protest too much
or someone on my left
believes everything needs to
criticize status quo –it doesn’t

Connections, observations, something that makes smiles is just as important and could be exactly what is needed.
We are human.
It’s complicated,
Then again, it’s also
very simple

‘Tis thetime!
‘Tis the season!


Mayday aka All that Jazz
By Teresa Jarmick


Man down
Basket empty
Batteries dead
And that ain’t a sailboat mast,

Drop the ribbon
fall-outside the circle

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


NaPoWriMo Monday April 30th, 2012 Day 30/30

April 29, 2012

NaPoWriMo Monday April 30th, 2012 Day 30/30

To have great poets there must be great audiences too. –Walt Whitman

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg

One more and we’ve crossed the FINISHED line. Tomorrow is May Day, the first of May right?

Double dog dare you to write a poem!!! Yes even YOU!.

Today’s Prompt

Title your poem May Day.

You can think about May Day the first of May, a holiday to many cultures and pagans around the world. You can celebrate the end of the harsh November to April Winter Season and celebrate Spring and Summer. You can also think about Mayday as in the emergency procedure word used to signal life threatening emergencies primarily by aviators and mariners but it’s also used in some countries by the police, firefighters and others. The call is always given three times in a row to prevent mistaking it as anything but a distress call: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! (it derives from the French venez m’aider meaning ‘come help me’.) It’s the ‘Call 911’ of yesterday in the U.S.

May Day is also a day marked by protest marches. Do you know why?

So let one of the ideas of MayDay inspire a poem… or make up something new that you call MayDay. Heck if you’ve been waiting to write an occasion poem…do it!!!

Day 29 Prompt Poem (use list of words to create poem ; use 4 to 5 or more)
Words: transformation, refrain, prayer, destiny, lilac, salvation, disentangle, humble, cadence, composure, serene, fragrance, conquer, trifle, complacency.

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Fragrant lilac
destined to humble
immobile life
fills evening air
with sweet scent.


They disentangle
chaotic lives
seeking to conquer
complacency, learning
to refrain from drinking
alcohol, taking drugs.
Salvation in cadence
of serenity prayer,
discipline of twelve
step redemption
reduces self-inflicted horrors
into trifles, so transformation
into life of balanced composure
conquers consuming disease.

Neighbor’s Window
By Teresa Jarmick

Serene complacency
Windowsill prayer
Tail cadence
Sunshine refrain
Cat composure

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


NaPoWriMo Sunday, April 29th, 2012 Day 29/30

April 28, 2012

NaPoWriMo Sunday, April 29th, 2012 Day 29/30

My favorite poem is the one that starts ‘Thirty days hath September” because it actually tells you something.– Groucho Marx

It’s almost done. Two more poems to go!!!


What if we several poets took the same set of words and used some or all of them to create a poem?

Might be interesting to see what everyone comes up with. Using the list of words I’ve suggested use 5 or more of them to create a poem—any style, any form, any subject. (You can change word tenses if needed). Happy Writing!

LIST OF WORDS to use : transformation, refrain, prayer, destiny, lilac, salvation, disentangle, humble, cadence, composure, serene, fragrance, conquer, trifle, complacency.

Day 28 Prompt Poem (get inspired by famous quote)

All or nothing
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Carefully she dips her toe
into the cool water.
She wishes she had just jumped in,
Took his hand in hers
and jumped into the water with him.

But she laughed, said no,
Let him leap into pool like
a crazy fool, a ten year old boy.

She was too old for that.
But now she knows it’s cold
And she’ll have to slowly
work her way into the water,
the way she slows down the
car at intersections anticipating
yellow lights, the way she
hesitates before almost anything
she does.
No sense in being reckless.

She’s right.
But then, if we let our intellect
guide our every move,
we’d never try to do impossible
things, we’d never climb mountains
or jump into mountain streams,
and we’d certainly never
begin to write a book or a poem.
We’ll never write a perfect one.

Logic would never let anyone
start a new small business—
two thirds of them fail within
5 years.
We’d certainly never
fall in love—hearts are broken,
dreams are shattered, and if
we’re really lucky, maybe
the third of fourth time you
fall in love, it blossoms and
you get married.
Half of all marriages end in
Divorce—so what kind of
Reward is that.
Better to not fall in love
At all.

Don’t drink,
Don’t smoke,
Don’t eat sugar
Red meat,
Don’t work too hard,
Don’t run
with a fork in your
hand, or your mother
might have a heart attack
and don’t step on
sidewalk cracks
or you’ll break your
father’s back.

He doesn’t want to live his
life like that.
Doesn’t want to think at the
end, he didn’t do the things
he dreamt of doing, because
he had to be responsible,
had to be careful. He couldn’t
stay foolish his whole life, it was
times to grow up, do things
the right way, the smart way…

Leap off the cliff
build your wings on
the way down.
Trust in your survival
Have faith that
you won’t crash
onto the rocks.
Believe that part of her is still
A little bit foolish and she still
Believes in magic…and love—
Like you.

apologize for pushing her
Into the pool,
Ask her to marry you,
Write your damn
And say… Thank you
Ray Bradbury,
Thank you

My Quote:
If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down. – Ray Bradbury


Prompt, Prompt Poem
By Teresa Jarmick


“You’re really going to use a bunch of song lyrics instead of a quote?”

“Yeah”, I said, sticking out my tongue. “You don’t get to edit anyone else.”


“Come away with me”
“I’ve been everywhere”
“Why don’t you stay?”
“These boots were made for walking”
“Don’t go breaking my heart”
“Cry me a river”
“I will always love you”
“Your mama don’t dance”

“That isn’t what the prompt asked for”

Teresa’s Day 26 Prompt Poem (Write a poem Parody)

Late Rising with apologies to Jaques Prevert
By Teresa Jarmick

Is the scent of a brown and yellow scarf in
Her mother’s carved cedar chest.
And terrible is that scent when it hangs
in the memory of the
Daughter who is alone.

Terrible also is the face of the girl
Looking in the mirror and seeing
Her life, lacking
Nothing except the one that thought
The face in the mirror was a gift.
She dreams that her children
Will somehow know
Her history, her girlhood,
Her mom.

And it’s stupid to say it will
Get better because
It doesn’t.
She counts
One year

Ten years

Twenty years

And she still reaches for the
Phone on Wednesday nights.

Is the scent of a brown and yellow scarf in
Her mother’s carved cedar chest.
And terrible is that scent when it hangs
in the memory of the
Daughter who is alone.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


NaPoWriMo Saturday, April 28th, 2012 Day 28/30

April 27, 2012

Saturday April 28th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 28/30

You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick . . .. You’re back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps . . . so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.–Dylan Thomas

Three more poems to write for NaPoWriMo 2012. For those that have found time, inspiration or taken on challenges and prompts to write a poem even though at times it was difficult or nearly impossible to do so—CONGRATULATIONS!!! If you’ve done so every single day or just a few days—but you pushed yourself and got something down on paper—WOW. You Win!!! Write a few more!!!


QUOTES. You’ve notice perhaps that I’ve included lots of quotes in my daily Prompt suggestions. Quotes can really inspire you….they can also be good sources to leap into the writing of a poem.

So…use a couple of quotes I’ve shared or a couple of your own personal favorite quotes and incorporate them into the poem you write today. If you use the quotes within the poem (credit them ). If you re-invent the quote within your poem…share the original inspirational quotes at the end of your poem.

Happy Writing.

DAY 26 Prompt Poem (Septolet with random word suggestions)

Words: Overabundance/ Outburst

Prolific Writer’s Septolet
By Chris and Teresa Jarmick

Wordsmith elect
Of adjectives
Not permitted

Septolet prohibits
outburst even
the color blue

Words: Appropriate, feet

Advice Septolet (Syllable)
By Chris and Teresa Jarmick

your feet
in today.

toe covers

Day 27 Prompt Poem (write a Parody)

BEIBER, BEIBER (with apologies to William Blakes: The Tyger)
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Beiber, Beiber burning bright
On the stage this Friday night
What bargain could I earn
To see this pop-star truly burn

Some devil bargained for his soul
Created teeny-bopper troll
More than just one-hit wonder
Please take this muppet down-under

I don’t care how cute his hair
Of if there’s any talent there
Beiber’s appeal is smooth not rough
But one Justin (Timberlake) is enough.

Little girls scream Beiber Beiber
As he croons they feverishly cheer
Eyes twinkle, million dollar smile
But his insipid music is vile.

Beiber, Beiber burning bright
On the stage this Friday night
What bargain could I earn
To see this pop-star truly burn

Teresa’s Prompt Day 25 Poem (an epistolary or letter Poem)

Pocketbook Greetings
By Teresa Jarmick

Dear Purse,
Fellow traveler
and carrier of secrets,
close companion under
my arm, next to my heart,
zippered cradle of me.
I thank you for
your selfless service.
Devoted toter of
wallet cough drops, tampons,
receipts, lipstick, keys, phone
pens, hair pick
paint chips and
Christmas list
You make me smile.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


NaPoWriMo Friday, April 27th, 2012 Day 27/30

April 26, 2012

NaPoWriMo Friday, April 27th, 2012 Day 27/30

The more expert the poet, the better will he fill in the gaps in his inspiration. Revising is the act of consciously improving what has been unconsciously done. — Amy Lowell

NaPoWriMo Day 27
Today’s Prompt


Parody. Take a well known metrical poem (Frost, Poe, Shakespeare, Blake, Alfred Lory Tennyson, Wordsworth, Keats, Housman,Shelley, Emmerson, Burns, Holmes, Keats. . .etc) and imitate it, make fun of the poem itself or something else entirely using as close to an identical rhyme and meter pattern as you can muster. Have FUN!!!! It’s Friday and including this, you’ve just 4 more NaPoWriMo poems to write!!!

Prompt Poem Day 26
(will be posted tomorrow, Just got back from reading in Arlington).

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything

©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


Thursday, April 26th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 26 /30

April 25, 2012

Thursday,, April 26th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 26 /30

The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair.– – Mary Heaton Vorse

Day 26 Prompt

Septolet Day !!! (We did this on Day 4…And Day 14. . . let’s do it again!!)

The Twist:
Use four words from page 26 of the book you are reading… or one of your favorite books.

Use two words in your first Septolet…. Use two words in your second Septolet.

Word number 4, and number 26
Word number 12 and number 20 for your second poem.
(if word number 4 is an article a, an, the etc. skip to the next word. If it is someone’s first or last name, skip to the next word).

Sep-toe-lay is how you say it. It’s a lesser known very short French Form and there’s two ways of doing a Septolet. Let’s write one of each today.

Septolet 1: Total of 14 words in 7 lines, no line should have more than three words. The poem should relate to one subject, object, thought or feeling. The first four lines create a coherent picture or thought, the last three lines create another. Each could stand separately, but both are related.

Septolet 2: Line 1 has one syllable, Line 2 has two, Line 3 has 3, Line 4 has 4 syllables, space, Line 5 has 3, Line 6 has 2, Line 7 has one syllable. Poem should relate to one thought, feeling, object, place.
You can write this in collaboration with someone. Write the first line, have a friend or significant other write the second line, you can write the third.. etc. etc. Remarkable what results sometimes. Feel free to do it this way as well. Do an extra two of these if you are doing it this way.

DAY 25 PROMPT POEM (epistolary or letter poem)

DEAR POEM (an epistolary or letter poem)
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Dear Poem ,
Can it be
that I composed your
tired, forced lines
dripping with sentimentality
cliché and obvious metaphor?
Is it possible I once believed
you decent specimen of
literary effort, I submitted
for journal publication?

I cannot blame alcohol indulgence
Or unrequited love, nor
bitter broken heart.
You aren’t that sort of poem.

No lines worth saving,
I can not blame
Some errant, taunting muse.

I could understand
If you lived like butterfly specimen
Between pages of
forgotten notebook
but you survived
at least a light revision.

Perhaps you were
stream of consciousness,/
exercise or warm-up?
No, that is simple denial
Resistance to my complicity
in your bastard origination.

You’re appearance on computer screen/
line breaks, correct spelling
indicate I worked you
over several hours/

And I remember with disbelief
I read you to an audience
on more than one occasion.

And now my shame complete
For though I realize my mistake

I let your stain
like living mold
infest my thoughts
and write of you
as if you matter
in this
quite desperate

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved


Wednesday,, April 25th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 25/30

April 24, 2012

Wednesday,, April 25th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 25

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.— Thomas Gray

If you want to send a message…call Westen Union – Sam Goldwyn

Or maybe write an Epistolary!!!

Today’s Prompt

Write an Epistolary poem to anything you would like except a person. Write it to an inanimate object (coffee table, wine glass, television etc), an animal, a malady or condition, or a feeling.

Epistolary poems read like letters. They can be in any form from couplets, quatrains to free verse,. You probably want to start it: Dear ________ .
Epistolary is from the latin epistula aka letter. It dates back to verse letters from the time of the Roman Empire and the form was refined and popularized by folks like Horace and Ovid. Many poets have written them of course and the one you’re writing can use any tone, any voice you like and it can be addressed directly to your chosen subject or to a world-wide audience. It can be satirical, sentimental, dramatic, political, serious, humorous and/or autobiographical.

Dear NaPoWriMo,
I find myself with little time
compelled to write a rhyme
each and every April Day
sometimes with little to say
relying on prompts to show the way.

Please do much better than this one! I know you can!

DAY 24 PROMPT POEMS (Detailed observance)

Get Mail and Write Poem
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Trio of glasses on coffee table
Ice tea, milk, water
Crumb of cookie
Chocolate chip
There, another
Several feet away
By small white fiber
On bland grey carpet
Open red door
Tin hog waiting
Cement steps
Wood bridge over
Small man made pond
Huge 15 foot rhododendrons
Still waiting to burst into
Pink and red
Cement sidewalk,
Black parking lot
Japanese styled mailbox area
The air is crisp, cold,
Sky a bright white grey
Squirrel freezes in place
Dashes along worn fence top
Leaps onto tree branch
Startling squawking crow
Leaves swaying in slight
Cool breeze
Car doors closing
Two Thump.
I freeze not unlike
Contemplate a leap
Up to fence
Then tree branch,
But belief in physics,
Won’t let me move
To really do it.
I become self-conscious
Some one might see
I take deep breath
Open mail box
Realize in a few minutes
I’ll be writing this down
Looking for an ending
Hand on cold wrought iron
Return to
Tin hog
Red door
How to describe
Flowered welcome mat
Decide I won’t.
Now typing
Loud air blower
In neighboring parking lot
Getting louder,

By Teresa Jarmick

White, white,
Black, white, black, white
Black, white.
E to B
Five finger ballet
Traumatic synchronicity

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved