Day 25, NaPoWriMo

It’s true that Bruce Jenner
looks quite a bit thinner
in his new Maxi dress
whose stripes should impress.

A clerihew is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes are often forced. The line length and meter are irregular. Bentley invented the clerihew in school and then popularized it in books. One of his best known is this (1905):

“Sir Christopher Wren

Said, “I am going to dine with some men.

If anyone calls,

Say I am designing St. Paul’s.”

Day 24, NaPoWriMo


I think that I shall never see

a pizza lovelier than thee.

Its sausages so plump and round

against my mirthful mouth, abound.

A pizza waiting close of day

when mouths shall open up the way

to gobble gulps in front of my TV.

To savor its red, roundness that I see.

Upon my bosom lay remains

that Fido soon will munch, retain.

Oh, lovely was that pie for me

and for my Fido, munching free.

(See: Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees”) Prompt: write a parody or satire based on a famous poem.

For My Friend, William

Green LilyPhoto by J. Casey

“For My Friend, William!”

Oh, William, others now have ‘attitude’.
Your sonnets broken into Flarf and sent.
The Moderns make more humble pie of you
Some call your ‘summer’s day’ a simple vent!

Oh, William, where must soulful poet step:
avoidance of all passion voids true love!
They know not of pentameter, those shleps!
Or how to rhyme expectant like the dove.

Now, rhyme, they say, a harried gambler’s chance.
Throw words, wired,  juxtaposed into the air.
The heart, then, not conditioned for romance.
Egalitarian, all poet’s share.

“There’s nothing new beneath the sun”, they squawk.
As each write through the other like a hawk.

 Yesterday’s mention of “Flarf” poetry led me to write the above.)

Day 14, NaPoWriMo


“Conversation Between Malcolm and His Master”

Where are you, Alphie; you, who knew my ways?
I heard your voice in sadness and in strife.
My heart will search for you remaining days.

Strong-willed was I, like roaring of the waves;
But I was faithful to the end of life.
Where are you, Malcolm; you, who knew my ways?

I’m spirit-sad, I mourn you as I stray.
My loneliness and fear cut like the knife.
My heart will search for you remaining days.

You sought my footprints; those you did obey.
I wait for you throughout my endless night.
Where are you, Malcolm? You, who knew my ways?

Where are you now, my loyal pal in play?
We raced this beach in youth; our bodies lithe.
My heart will search for you remaining days.

I’ll find you, Alphie, in Valhalla’s bays.
You were my hero once that was so blithe.
Where are you, Alphie; you, who knew my ways?
My heart will search for you remaining days.

(form: Villanelle)

write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. Your conversant could be real people, or be personifications, as in Andrew Marvell’s A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body, or Yeats’ A Dialogue of Self and Soul. Like Marvell, and Yeats, you could alternate stanzas between your two speakers, or perhaps you could give them alternating lines. Your speakers could be personifications, like those in Marvell and Yeats’ poems, or they could be two real people. Hopefully, this prompt will give you a chance to represent different points of view in the same poem, or possibly to create a dramatic sense of movement and tension within the poem.

Day 10, NaPoWriMo

Afflicted By Censure Divides
Each Family.
Germany’s Hitler Incensed Jews,
Killing Liberty.
Murderous Nazi’s Open
Poisonous Quaffs,
Remarking: “Strange Tremors,
United Vitriolic,
Writhing Xenophobia.

Yiddish Zealots!”

Write an abecedarian poem of 26 words, in which each word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet.