Sunday, April 8, 2012

A to G: Poetry Challenge Recap


Congrats, you have completed week one of the poetry challenge! Today there will be no new challenge instead here is a couple of tips from “Writing the Life Poetic” to help you with revision.   
  •    Is the punctuation consistent?  Or what would your poem be like without punctuation?
  •    Is the title adding or taking away from your poem?
Next Sunday I will be posting couple more tips to help you with your revision.  I'm off to Grandma's house for Easter turkey. Have a wonderful Easter. Join me Monday, poet and writer Cindy Pereira will be joining us to talk about Haikus. 

A to G Recap 

Guest illustrator: Julie Rowan-Zoch

By Julie Rowan-Zoch




















Animal
A birdy, a worm
Nature took its course.
It ate it up,
Munched it down—
A slurp, a crunch—
Lunch is done! 

April 2: B is for Book: Writing in Rhyme 
Guest: Author Bill Kirk talked about writing poetry and his latest book “A Brainy Refrain.” 

Author Bill Kirk. Illustrator Eugene Ruble
Bill Kirk










I'll Never Refrain from Eating Your Brain! 


 Don’t call me a banshee.
Don’t call me a beast,

Don’t call me a Yeti,
Don’t call me these things,



My skin is clammy.
My hair is falling out.
I dig through the dirt,
And walk real slow. 



Can you tell me,
P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e.
What sort of monster

Am I?

Don’t call me a wolf.

Don’t call me a vamp.
Don’t call me an ogre. 

Don’t call me these things.


My teeth are rotten.

My clothes are dirty.

I smell real bad

And my eyes are yellow. 



Can you tell me,
P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e.
What sort of monster

Am I?



Don’t call me a creature.
Don’t call me a troll.

Don’t call me the devil.
Don’t call me these things.



My breath is stinky.

My cheeks are hallow.

And I’ll never refrain 

From eating you brain.

Can you tell me,

P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e.
What sort of monster

Am I?

April 3: C is for Contest and Cento or Patchwork poems
Guest: Writer and poet Lissa Clouser
By Rena J. Traxel
Lissa Clouser










Bad Sheep

(A patchwork poem of Tiffany Stone’s poem “Baad Animals”)


1, 2, 3…
You count us sheep,

But we won’t come.

We don’t want you to sleep.



Cuz we’re baad sheep.
Baad sheep.



Itching and scratching

At the wool on your back.

It’s out last stance

Against your brutal attack.



Cuz we’re baad sheep.

Baad sheep.

We’ll stomp down the fence

And steal your newspaper.

We’ll eat all the food

And bother your neighbours.



Cuz we’re baad sheep.
Baad sheep.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

Mustn’ts Monster 

(A patchwork poem of Shel Silverstein’s poem “Listen to the Mustn’ts”)



Have you ever met a MUSTN’TS?
Did you listen to their DON’TS,

SHOULDN’TS,
IMPOSSIBLES,

WON’TS,

NEVER HAVES?
Let me tell you a little secret. 

DON’T listen to the MUSTN’TS.

You SHOULDN’T pay attention.

The IMPOSSIBLES are POSSIBLE.

The WON’TS are in your head.

You’ll NEVER be a NEVER HAVE

When you listen to your dreams.

A place where ANYTHING can happen,

ANYTHING can be.

April 4: D is for Dr Seuss
Guest: Author Sandi Hershenson
Sandi Hershenson
















Inspired by my favourite Dr. Seuss story "Green Eggs and Ham." 

I cannot rhyme
Sam, I am
I cannot rhyme.

I cannot rhyme
Here, nor there.
I cannot rhyme
Anywhere!

Sam, I am
You will see
I cannot rhyme
Just let me be!

I cannot rhyme
In my house.
I will not rhyme
With a mouse .

I can’t
I won’t
In a box.
I can’t
I won’t
With a fox.

Sam, I am
Can’t you see?
I cannot rhyme
Just let me be!

I cannot rhyme
in a car.
I will not rhyme
In a bar.

I can’t
I won’t
On a train.
I can’t
I won’t
On a plane.

Sam, I am
I am a lark.
I cannot rhyme
In the dark.

I cannot rhyme
You will see.
I cannot rhyme
In a tree.

I can’t
I won’t
In the rain
And put you through
That awful pain.

Sam, I am
I would not gloat.
I cannot rhyme
With a goat.

I cannot rhyme
On a boat.
I will not rhyme
While I float.

I can’t
I won’t
Make awful rhymes.
I can’t
I won’t
It is a crime.

I cannot rhyme
Here, nor there.
I cannot rhyme
Anywhere!

Guest illustrator: Julie Rowan-Zoch
      
By Julie Rowan-Zoch




















Juxtaposition – a writer's life.

April 6: F is for Free Verse and Fractured Poems
Blog Illustrator: Bill Boudreau 

By Bill Boudreau

















Three Little Pigs. One Naughty Wolf.
Three little pigs
built a house:
one of straw
one of sticks
and one of bricks.
One naughty wolf
blew two down.

Two little pigs
had no home.
One little pig
took them in.
One naughty wolf
paid them a visit.

Three little pigs
locked the door
and stoked the fire.
One naughty wolf
blew and blew
to no avail.

Three little pigs
cried out in delight.
One naughty wolf
threatened to come in,
"let me in
so that I can eat you all up."

Two little pigs
hid in fright.
One little pig
boiled a pot of water.
One naughty wolf
came down the chimney shoot. 

One naughty wolf dropped
into a pot of boiling water.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,”
cried the wolf.
“Out, out, out,”
yelled the pigs.

One naughty wolf
flew out in a rage.
Three little pigs
lived together,
happily,
there after.

April 7: G is for Glee: Music and Poetry
Guest: Writer Beth Stillborn talked about writing hymns.
Guest Illustrator: Julie Rowan-Zoch
By Julie Rowan-Zoch
Beth Stillborn











Pretty girl. Pretty girl.
Where is my pretty girl?
Here you are. Here you are.
Rocking in my arms. 

© Poems Rena J. Traxel 2012

8 comments:

  1. These are great Rena, your latest is beautiful. Sounds like a classic already. Happy Easter!

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  2. Hey Rena - I gave you the Sunshine Blog Award! Go to my site to find out what to do!

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    1. Thanks Lori. I won't be able to post about the sunshine award until May.

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  3. GREAT kickoff to poetry month. Thanks for the recap!!

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