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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXXVII

Written for and posted to 3WW
The words this week are:
Depart, Ignite, and rotten.


Here's Mine:
An American Sentence-
Dawn decided to depart before the rotten timbers could ignite.

NanoAmerico^ (an American Sentence sandwiched between two shorter sentences or statements.)
Not wanting to confront Dave. Dawn decided to depart before the rotten timbers could ignite. Her marriage was over. 28042+10

An anagram in the NaiSaiKu style

Granite tent trip ode
Could be an anagram of
DEPART ROTTEN IGNITE
Which is an anagram of
Poet in danger titter
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THE NATIONAL
Dawn didn't want the situation to ignite. It would be practically  impossible to depart once the rotten timbers caught light. And the Country House Hotel on fire, would make the national news. She knew that Dave would find out about her secret affair, and that would probably mean the end of her marriage as well. 28042+10/2

My NaPoWriMo entries are hosted on my SweetTalkingGuy blog
It's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge? Have you tried it yet??
This is an invite to The American Sandwich game.. 
What will you write? There's lots of NEW games to choose from!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXXVI

Writtten for and posted to 3WW
The words this week are:
Ebb, Negotiate, and Random.

Here's Mine:
First an Allen Ginsberg style American Sentence.

Sometimes she would negotiate the tidal ebb and flow at random.

And for The American Sandwich game.. a NanoAmerico^
which is an American Sentence sandwiched between two shorter sentences or statements.

When the guide wasn't there.  
Sometimes she would negotiate the tidal ebb and flow at random.  
Until the day that she got stuck in the mud.
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Then an anagram of the three words
in the NaiSaiKu style.

Begin mantra ode "To be..."
could be an anagram of
EBB NEGOTIATE RANDOM
which is an anagram of
'Me Baboon' integrated.
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And a little Flash 55 story:
STUCK IN THE MUD
Dave was forever telling Dawn that she shouldn't cross the bay, unless the official guide was present. But the headstrong Dawn wouldn't listen to that kind of advice. Sometimes she would negotiate the tidal ebb and flow at random. Until the day that she got stuck in the mud, and Dave had gone to work.  
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You can read my NaPoWriMo entries on my SweetTalkingGuy bloggage!!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXXV

Written for and posted to 3WW
The words this week are:
Brash, Lubricate, and Saint.

Here's Mine:
In the NaiSaiKu style
Blue's bait train crash
might be an anagram of
BRASH LUBRICATE SAINT
which is an anagram of
Al nets Rabbi's haircut
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And here's a little story
using the three words 
and some of the anagrams: 

LAST THOUGHT
It was the first time the brash Al had borrowed the Rabbi's hand built bike. The seat needed adjusting and one brake block was missing. But big Al was in a rush to get his hair cut. Shirley had promised to lubricate the chain later. 'What a saint' thought Al, just before the fatal crash.

And as submitted to The American Sandwich game.. 

LAST THOUGHT 2
The Rabbi's bike was in need of repair, when the brash big Al rode it.
Shirley promised to lubricate the chain after Al had his haircut.
'What a saint' thought Al, skidding to a halt, just before the fatal crash.
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You can read all my NaPoWriMo entries on my SweetTalkingGuy blog!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 13

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 13
The poetry month is still going strong, and there are some belting prompts over at Read Write Poem . You can check the thirteen entries I've made, over on my SweetTalkingGuy bloggage. Today I did one called How To Time Travel Backwards, and yesterday I did a secret code riddle, which was prompted by Carolee over at Read Write Poem.
LAST YEAR
I did NaPoWriMo last year too, and this year I've put hyperlinks each day to the corresponding day in 2009. It's quite fun to clink~da~links and find out what I was doing a year ago. On this day last year my poem was called Whatamigonnado?
PHEW!
So, phew, if you've got nothing better to do, why not surf on over to SweetTalkingGuy and take a butchers hook? Or better still give RWP a whirl and write something new!

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 7

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY CLXXXIV
The words this week are: 
Deviate, Identify, and Saturate.

HERE'S MINE:
Saturday feet at Vine Tide
Could be an anagram of
DEVIATE SATURATE IDENTIFY
which is an anagram of
Tuesday trivia fee, aid tent.
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NAPOWRIMO 2010
Hi everybody, I will only be posting my NaPoWriMo entries on my SweetTalkingGuy blog from today. I've been getting loads of hits here and on STG but not very many comments. I think people are too busy in April, I noticed it last year too. Anyway, thanks for reading and visiting this blog and if you're posting a poem a day, I wish you every success.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 6

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 6
 As hosted on my SweetTalkingGuy blog:
And posted to Read Write Poem.

I wrote a NaiSaiKu for The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and a NanoAmerico^  for The American Sandwich game..

The Tuesday prompt was to write your own American Sentence and choose a Sandwich game to play:

My Sentence: When Dave told her that their pet robot would soon need a new memory.

Here's my NanoAmerico^


"She won't obey me," said Dawn.
When Dave told her that their pet robot would
soon need a new memory.
"Can she have a sex change too?" Dawn pleaded.
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Here's my NaiSaiKu :

Tuesday rain
wets my chewing gum
HAIKU CHEW
wets my chewing gum
Tuesday rain.
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Monday, April 05, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 5

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 5
We’ve been in the trenches for a few days, and so Mark Stratton says it’s time to get personal! Here’s Mark’s prompt for Day #5:
Make your poetry personal. I mean, it already is, right? It’s thoughts, observations, deep, dark, personal feelings and stories dressed up in pretty words and oblique descriptions. You get it, and some others get it.
Still others see it as something else entirely, which is great, honestly. We have our own set of filters our lives go through, and this influences how we interpret things. It is part of what makes reading poetry fun and interesting for me.
Today, let’s make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. A poet I know has written (and continues to write) a series of poems based on this principle, and I shamelessly ripped it off (with permission, of course) and made a poem I called “Sasha.” Sasha is many things, all at the same time, yet all are Sasha/poetry to me.
So it’s your turn. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem (that) suits your view or vision.

NATASHA
I wrote mine about Natasha, I've mentioned her before in Whatever happened to the corner shop and in Surveillance. Today I asked her what she thought about poets, and she said  'they talk to themselves all day long.' So I wrote down what she said and everytime she said themselves I changed the word to Natasha. It's a bit experimental, so I hope you like it.
HERE'S GOES
As hosted on my
SweetTalkingGuy blog:


I HATE POETS
I hate poets she said, they talk to Natasha all day
and when they're not talking to Natasha
they're talking about Natasha.
I wish I could get a job like that.

Poets are boring Natasha stiff
they're too self indulgent
they spend all their time looking at Natasha
their poetry's not creative, it's just reflective
like the image of Natasha they see in the mirror.
NATASHA
AH SATAN!
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Sunday, April 04, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 4

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 4
Nelle Lytle encourages you to keep going with your NaPoWriMo poems by writing inside-out or outside-in. She says: I watch too much HGTV, so I have learned (very well) about bringing the outdoors inside and also turning outside spaces into rooms (which is, apparently, more than putting the old sofa out on the front porch).
In our case, writing inside out (or outside in) means setting your physical or metaphorical inner bits out of doors,  to be walked around and looked at from odd angles, as if they were monuments or mailboxes (as an example).  Or it could be transforming your internal organs into flowers or letting a pack of four-year-old’s (human or otherwise) loose in your attic. Write a poem today that illustrates your idea of what is inside-out.

Here's mine:
Using the theme 'inside out' I immediately thought of a NaiSaiKu because the title is in the middle instead of at the top.

So here goes, as hosted on
my SweetTalkingGuy blog :


Vegetables scream
at the Vegan Kitchenette
IN HER LIVING ROOM
at the Vegan Kitchenette
vegetables scream
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Saturday, April 03, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 3


NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 3
It’s daunting to take on a commitment as large as NaPoWriMo, but here you are. Today is Day 3, and you are facing your fears. RWP member Joseph Harker thinks there’s a poem in that; here’s his prompt for you:
Write about something that scares you. It could be tarantulas or your significant other cheating on you or an existential fear of the unknown so long as it unsettles you. Describe it in the most vivid language possible!
Sometimes by articulating our fears, we strip them of their power. (But don’t go too far! A little fear is good to have.)
Here's mine as hosted on
my SweetTalkingGuy blog:

SKULL THUGGERY DIY
I’m afraid of Black and Decker doctors
Doctors chasing me with knives and hammers
Hammers hitting chisels into my skull
Skull thuggery that’s what those doctors do
Do they have to tell you that you might die
Die if you have the op - die if you don’t
Don’t they know that I’m scared stiff already

All ready to have your operation?
Operation knives are sterilised phew!
Phew, there’s no turning back they’re going through
Through my head to improve my brain remove...
Remove my brain? they’ve got to find it first
First thing I thought when they told me of this
This is the worst thing DIY I’m scared.
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Friday, April 02, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 2

NAPOWRIMO DAY 2
It’s Day 2! And Read Write Poem member Therese Broderick has a great prompt for you. (Please don’t expect the introductions to all of our NaPoWriMo prompts to rhyme):
If you love acronyms as I do, your mind has already shortened “Read Write Poem” into “RWP.” But the three letters RWP form known acronyms for at least 31 other phrases, including “Random Weird Person” and “Right Wing Pundits.”
Today’s writing prompt is to type the letters RWP into the abbreviation search field at Acronym Attic and write a poem inspired in any way by one or more of the resulting phrases. You don’t have to use the words from the phrase in your poem, but you can if they fit. GLWI (Good Luck With It)!

Here's mine, as hosted on
my SweetTalkingGuy blog:

RANDOM WRITING PROMPTER
Cher can prompt something wry.
Writer sings random prompt 
prompts wry prompter ranting.
Sings prompt, ran writer home.
Come sing her prompt, wry rant.
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Thursday, April 01, 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 1

 NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY ONE
Prompted at Read Write Poem:
First up on our prompt-writing roster is Donna Vorreyer, who answered our call for prompts with immediate enthusiasm. Thank you Donna; thank you to all our members who provided prompts!
Donna says she uses this idea all the time for both herself and her students to force new language and connections into drafts.
  1. Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
  2. Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
  3. Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.
Shuffle away — the more eclectic your music collection, the better!

Here's my titles:
Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, Bohemian Rhapsody, Coney Island Baby, Five Little Speckled Frogs, Where Do You Go To My Lovely.




And the poem which is hosted 
on my SweetTalkingGuy blog:

CONEY ISLAND
watching her every move
waiting to pounce
as she staggers
to bohemian rhapsody
she’s no coney island baby
he thinks as she
slowly inches her way
through the crowds
towards the floor
taking his chance he asks
where do you go to my lovely
she lights a cheroot
who’s askin’ colonel bogey
fancy a quick dance
he pushes for a response
five little speckled frogs
leave it out will yuh
who are yuh anyway
sergeant peppers lonely
hearts club band or what
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