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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  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 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.


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


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)


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!”


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.)


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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.


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


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!


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.

Write an opposing view to the political poem you wrote for prompt 22.

Poets Shut Up
By Christopher J. Jarmick

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.

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

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

35 minutes before
In the coffee shop

the young woman with
the lost look in her eye

for two seconds and
I could feel her mood

nothing flirtatious here
but I knew something in my

calmed her
helped in some way

I felt good about that
sat with my coffee and

at a table for almost
thirty minutes

almost at the door
I paused to get a hand

small bag and coffee cup in one
slipped cellphone in pocket

someone gracefully slip
past me, open the door

held the door for me
smiled, so I said:

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

minutes later I was driving
by the lake, windows down

72 degree weather
clear Northwest blue sky

played a song I had not
heard in a long

and for no reason
I was smiling

thoughts evaporated
natural high enveloped me

cool clean air deep into
my lungs, I felt

for a moment, again.
In fact so

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

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

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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NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Prompt for April 25, 2015

April 24, 2015

Welcome to Day 25  of NaPoWriMo.  And then there were six.  The last catch-up weekend is here! This is the last Saturday Prompt for April 2015 —already.

DAY 25  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 25, 2015

Acronyms.  Write a poem that is at least 25 words.  Can you write one that is 20%  Acronyms.  One where every 5 words is an acronym?  Remember an acronym is an abbreviation that is pronounced as if it is a word. . . I.R.S. (or IRS), U.S.A. and U.N. aren’t acronyms because in usage we pronounce each letter.


Write an intersection poem

Interstellar for 2 Year Olds

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Here. On this spot where I stand,

where my feet touch the ground.

Here on this spot, mark it with x

with a sharpie, it writes on everything so. . .

Here is the center of my earth, because

from this spot are equal distances as the crow flies

back to this spot, back to

here, the center of the universe.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 23 Poem

Write a history poem

House History

By Christopher J. Jarmick

In this old house,

now empty

after 50 years,

you were once young,


and nearly innocent.

Life was

right and wrong, hot and cold

Good and bad, wet and dry

fun or boring.

And Dad was either at work

or ‘to be left alone.’

The little twig

of a forsythia bush

became as tall as a small tree

as wide as a small hedge.

Still there,

long after you



is important.

It teaches.

You can avoid

repeating mistakes

if you learn from the past.

Sell the old house,


I learned too much,

too quickly.

Now it’s time to



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NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Prompt for April 24, 2015

April 23, 2015

Welcome to Day 24  of NaPoWriMo.  One week, 7 more to go!   Jump in and join us for the last week if you haven’t been participating thus far.  Brendan, who has posted some wonderful stuff on his elsewhere in the rain blog  anticipated today’s prompt a couple days ago.  (and for the record, I was already planning to do this one).  Check out Brendan’s blog when you have a few minutes.  Worth your time.

DAY 24  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 24, 2015 

Write an opposite poem.  Specifically take your political poem from Day 22 and re-write it from a completely different and opposing viewpoint.  If you didn’t write a political poem for Day 22, then write a poem that suddenly turns in the opposite direction.  In other words it seems to be about one thing, but suddenly is about something else completely.   Have fun!!!


Suggested writing a political poem, perhaps a reaction or response to a current event.

My write came out slightly different than you (or I) might have expected.

We Respond

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Oh we respond,

we poets,

yes, we respond.

We truly do.

We do.

And we’ll keep stoking

the flames till they burn

through our egos and

narcissistic mask-poising

and light up all the places,

shameful behaviors

and secrets try to hide.

Oh we respond,

we poets,

playing with truths

held self evident,

hoping to split the injustices

of the world like a single bolt of lightening

splinters a thousand year old redwood tree;

like the cruel twist of fate or


that ruptured our sometimes

naïve, unguarded, artistic hearts

giving us excuse to mistrust

the power of love,

the innocence of a child,

and fuel our obsession

that words written,

and spoken

must have the purity

of focused selfless intention

to part the brutal, raging waters

even when suppressed, censored

kept beneath the surface

by the temporarily powerful

who fear raw truths so much

they spin, cover up,

distract, confuse

making noise

so too few, hear too little

without the filters of

prejudice, suspicion and doubt.

Yet, we continue.

We poets

we keep on responding,

even if in our words

we also expose

our fragile, unprotected selves

to the ridicule and dismissive labeling

of our peers,

even if our words

are mis-understood

called blasphemous

obscene, crude,

leftist, religious


Even if our words

aren’t the right,

shape or form to be embraced

by academic snobs.

Even if our words bring

too few, too little changes

too late.

Even if our words are

completely ignored.

We poets

keep on responding

often for all the wrong reasons,

that still carry the seeds of the right reasons,

because we don’t know

any other way – – .

We respond

because we have to.

We are poets,

we respond.

The Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt Poem 22

Suggested writing a nature poem (about nature or the nature of things).

Still land

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Time can wear down

the jagged edges

until smooth

but only if you stand

in the same place

day after day,

week after weak

Year after year

And barely move.

It’s good to have roots,

not be a rolling stone.

It’s good to stand still

to listen, to observe,

to breathe deeply…

Spring has painted its

dazzling greens

and birdsong fills the air,

the sun warms

the breeze cools.

It’s good to stand still.

But I’m no tree!

And I’m always going to

have places that will never be


And whether we get better

with time and practice

or more careful

and are able to forget,

perhaps even forgive

. . .quietly.

Whether we ever really learn

to hear other voices

or adapt ours a little better

to what we think others

are ready to hear

and whether you stay near,

or not,

when I slow down

I sometimes pray you’ll take my hand,

but I won’t ever stop.

It’s good to stand still.

Still stand.

Teresa’s prompt 21 Poem

Write a life/learning poem.


By Teresa Jarmick








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NaPoWri’Mo Day 23 – Prompt for April 23, 2015

April 22, 2015

Welcome to Day 23 of NaPoWriMo.  And now there are 8 to go. The last few days I’ve been submitting several batches of poem to various magazines and poetry journals.  I started doing it in big waves, last September/October (and at least every three or four weeks I’ll submit some more work) which entails researching/reading journals that actually pay for poetry (20 to 50 dollars mostly) to see if what I write is possibly a fit for what they have published in the recent past. Some of this research and reading is done online, and some in the library or bookstore.   Places that pay anything for poetry and don’t charge poets to submit (or charge less than $3) are going to receive thousands of submissions and probably somewhere between 1 to 3 percent of submissions are actually published. I’ve had a few poems accepted in the last year which encourages me enough to keep submitting on a regular basis.  I also have a collection of poetry that will be published in September by Moonpath Press and that’s gives me a little boost and helps me deal better with all the rejections.  During NaPoWriMo things get really poetically intense for me.  Mostly it’s a good thing.  I hope your enjoying challenging yourself to write a little more, a little differently during this month.   Anyway on with the prompt….

 DAY 23  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 23, 2015 

Write an 8 line ‘intersection’ poem.  Decide what that means for you.  What is an intersection poem?  What might it be?  Is it a ‘crossroads’ poem?  Is it a place where two people or two cultures or two ideas meet up?  Interpret the ‘intersection’ poem anyway you’d like.  8 lines.   Have fun.


Prompt 21  suggested we write a poem about a life or learning experience that taught you something -an inner voice poem.    As I wrote my poem for this prompt, I discovered it would also work for the Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 20 suggestion.  Their prompt suggested writing a poem titled My BLANK, the BLANK (My Mother, the Car, My Dog, the Stress Reliever) which in my case became tTis poem which worked for both my prompt AND the WD prompt.

My Life, the changes

By Christopher J. Jarmick

We fear

and resist changes.


and accept changes.


and stop changing

to become set in our ways.


people we once knew

passed by us, went further,


on regrets.


blocked doorways, dead ends,


childhood through rose colored glasses


your past, adding fictional revisions.


enough is enough.


accepting inevitable change


yesterday was better.


your errors

(It could have been worse).


that the learning

should never end.

Writers Digest Poem a Day Prompt 21 poem

The ‘two for Tuesday prompts suggested writing a “what you are” poem, or…

a “what you are not” poem.

I am the one who listened

by Christopher J. Jarmick

I am the one who listened.

Accepted you

when your guard was down

and your inner goofball

slipped out.

I’m the one you

dared to trust

more than you thought

it would ever be possible

to trust a member of the opposite sex

ever again.

I am the one who

gets to push your buttons,

infuriate you,

hold you,

disappoint you,

surprise you

(even though you

hate surprises).

I am the one

who scares you,

makes you feel safer,

takes you for granted

too much of the time,

but sometimes,

oh sometimes,

does just the right thing

at the right time

and makes life

a little better,

a little richer

a little more fun.

I am the one

you wore

and didn’t exchange.

The one with the

unknown expiration date

you don’t throw out

even when in doubt.

I am


Teresa’s Prompt 20

(an overheard conversation poem)

Three Generations

By Teresa Jarmick

Restaurant round table

“You could help me out here”

White cloth napkins

Grandpa’s tired

“How long does it take to get a cup of coffee?”

Five chairs, two siblings, a son,

Matriarch, patriarch

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back”

“Something for her birthday, sweet with a candle

Panna cotta?”

Crossed legs, khaki pants

“Carry this, no I meant to the car”

Walker visible

“I’ll just get it around the corner”

“Don’t help me, let go.”


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NaPoWriMo Day 22 – Prompt for April 22, 2015

April 21, 2015

Welcome to Day 22  of NaPoWriMo.  And then there was 9!   Perhaps today’s prompt will nudge you to write something too powerful to keep quiet.  There is a place to submit your prompt write today… Rattle invites free submission to their weekly Poets Respond online contest.   Check it out sometime.  Read some of the winning poems too.

DAY 22  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 22, 2015 

Be political.  Write a political poem.  It can be general, or inspired by a specific current event.    Make it purposeful and obviously political.  Try NOT to be subtle.  Make the opinion and viewpoint clear.  Write it from an adopted voice or your own.   Shout out!  Shout back!


Prompt 20 suggested you incorporate an overheard conversation into a poem.

Remnants from Yesterday’s conversations

By Christopher J. Jarmick

We might buy a single engine plane

that can land on water.

36 thousand dollars.

I think I’d like to have three dogs.

Didn’t know if he was talking to me or on the phone.

The tree branches looked like horns, like Satan.

Oh okay, ignore me, pretend you don’t hear me.

They know. No secrets, no privacy.

Cold Play has a song about it.

I suppose you ignore that too?

Where’s my Writers Digest Poem a Day prompt poem?  I didn’t skip a day.

You’ll see it on tomorrow’s post.


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