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NaPoWriMo Day 28 Prompt for Sunday, April 28, 2013 April 27

April 27, 2013

“All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It’s my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I’ve won or lost. At sunrise, I’m out again, giving it the old try.”
–Ray Bradbury

One of my all-time favorite quotes:
“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

NaPoWriMo Day 28 awaits.

Prompt 28—Get it wrong. Write a poem that embraces or argues a philosophy or belief that is completely different from what you believe or how you see things. Notice I say embrace and accept this attitude and way of looking at life as if it is truth. See if you can write it without completely losing your voice as if it is coming from you—not simply by adapting a completely different voice or character. If you believed these things…how would you write a poem about it?

Prompt 26 suggested writing a parody… here is mine.

The Hackerfocky
By Christopher J. Jarmick (with apologies to Lewis Carroll)

Twas google and the oldsy yahoo
Did yawn and twitter on the net
All vixens were the babyboos
And our lilt crocks confet

Beware the Hackerfock, my son!
with pics that lie, posts that kill
Beware the cyber bull, Facebook shun
The criminy slackerwill

He took his fermal mouse in hand
Long search for nerdist foe he scoured
Distracted he, by EBAY ads
YouTube Cats devoured

And, in his unprotected viewing
The Hackerfock with tools of shame
Attacked with virus spewing
And IM’d as it came.

The fermal mouse went clickity click
Zero, one, Zero, one, track and track
He quarantined and took its head
message-boarding frack.

And hast thy newbie slain Hackerfock?
Emoticoms, to you dear boy,
Oh yangpo day! Vacroo, Bishay
They gleetexted in their joy

Twas google and the oldsy yahoo
Did yawn and twitter on the net
All vixens were the babyboos
And our lilt crocks confet

(A Parody of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky)

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013

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

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Poetry is Everything

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Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based writer, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community. His latest book is called IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013

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