NaPoWriMo #26: The Hipster

Bright red jacket and red bow tie
A face known all around the world
With big red shoes and big red smile
They say you are a hipster guy
An accusation that’s absurd
Don’t let those joykills get you riled

With snazzy fit, embroidered gold
And big large cuffs playfully curled
Those pundits and their lazy bile
Are wrong at calling you too old
All I see’s style.

I missed yesterday’s NaPoWriMo cuz I was traveling again. Anyway, this is a rhyme done in curtal sonnet as mentioned in the challenge. It’s also a response to this story that claims Ronald McDonald’s new style makes him a “hipster.” Seriously… how is that look even close to being hipster? I thought hipsters were all about ironic 80’s stuff.

NaPoWriMo #25: I was there

Since the beginning of time, I was there.
Before Man uttered its first word, I was there.
I was there in the trees with the tweeting birds
In the ponds with the croaking frogs
In the very soft stillness of the wind
Through the soft rustling of the leaves.

In the fields of Africa among banging shields, I was there.
On the plains of Kansas around a crackling fire, I was there.
I was there in the cold halls of Europe
Where robed men lift their eyes to remember,
I was there on the streets of India
Staying the venomous fangs of snakes.

I was there when they forced me to give up my magic
Stripped to flat staccato, ripped from melody.
I was there when logic turned the people away
By forcing me into hard unfeeling code.

They say I am just entertainment
A plaything of the pretty
As disposable as a dime-store novel
A footnote for the real accomplishments

But I am still there
Worming into your ears
Igniting primal instincts
Bypassing grammar lessons
And returning to the language
Spoken by the very Earth itself

I was there in the vocal chords of the alto
I was there in the electric guitar chords
I was there in the wind of the pipe organs
I was there in your idols
There in your ringtones
There in your recitals
There in your satellite radio
I was there, and I am here.
I am song.

Today’s challenge is an anaphora.

NaPoWriMo #24: Stone Tightrope

Light gray stones, all flat and round
Rises ten inches from the ground
And barely just a palm’s width wide
Bisects the verdant country side.

On one side’s a grassy hill
With dandelions and bluebells.
The other side of this low wall
The border of suburban sprawl.

All I see: a stone tightrope
Suspended ‘bove the world below
One foot behind the other’s sole
Arms splayed out like a balance pole

Inching slowly forward now
As much as the wall will allow;
Arching left, then quickly — right!
Bracing till the end’s in sight.

But if somehow I am offset
I fall to the ground’s safety net
And then I raise my arms because
Imagined crowds break in applause.

From this week’s challenge: a poem about masonry! This was inspired by one of my favorite NaPoWriMo sites: Peter Roberts’ Masonry Design, where every year he writes poems about bricks, walls, and other masonry tidbits.

NaPoWriMo #23: Evohe

Hello, dear Evohe. How do you do?
You arrive too late! As your eyes are soft
Tonight! two lakes from the sky! and the dress is divine.
What case! you like Diaz, one suspects.
Your wrists thinned out like flowers
This muslin folds quarrelsome;
This simple collar is charming, this plush hat
White, this round head with his humble beehive
Give you, my goddess, all virginal air,
And you Gavarni complete Juvenal.
You would walk quietly among the dry leaves,
And if the child Eros lack of arrows,
He will ask the eyelashes of this black eye.
What a pity it is already Saturday night
And we should sing, O my Muse sports!
Because I would have said: “The fire burns in the fireplace,
The green salamander hops are dreaming;
Let the rain fall and the wind sighing,
As far Sophas are sweet looks bleak,
And our wine glasses are full of pink rays.”

The challenge today is to translate a poem from a language you don’t know. This is translated from “Les Théâtres d’enfants” from Théodore de Banville.

NaPoWriMo #22a: Captain America and Black Widow


note: some mild spoilers for CAPTAIN AMERICA: WINTER SOLDIER, but actually less spoilers than the Agents of SHIELD TV episode.

“Contacting Captain America!
This is Nick Fury.
You need to bring the Black Widow
Something’s got me worried.
DC’s under siege and
We’re in a bit of a hurry.”

This looks serious Captain,
It’s some top secret factions.
Grab your star-spangled helmet
And your shield and spring to action!

You mean a super joke
like Batroc the Leaper?

I’m talking about taking down
some double-agent sleepers!
We’ll take it down to the secret base
Of Arnim Zola,
The crazy Nazi creep with his face
In a computer,
Staring at us
from his creepy matrix eyes
On a USB drive
where his brains got digitized.

Doing backflips off my shield’s
Your idea of fun?
I’ll skip the parachute
You bring your two guns.
It’s a Marvel Two-In-One:
Cap and Black Widow
Crashing through the windows!
TWAKK! We got the stinger and shield.
SMAKK! We’re the best in the field.
When we’re coming through
You best put your guns up,
Captain America and Widow
Got some justice to run up

When America’s in trouble
From a bunch of evil zeroes,
You put in a request
For the best Avengers heroes.
Captain America!
You need to pick up the phone.
I need some back up
taking down old Crossbones.
Falcon! He’s more than a sidekick.
He’s more like the Air Force,
Coming all at your tails
With his jets at full course
Rocketing around
on two shiny metal wings
Drawing out rogue agents
Like those dudes ain’t got no thing
Nick Fury’s one good eye
Picked a team of super spies
Take the skies to fly
And put down their alibis
Bearing down on you Zemos
Best watch out wherever we go
Your ship is going down
Like your name is Captain Nemo.

Cold day in DC just got even colder
Run and take cover, look out for Winter Soldier.
I gotta save the world,
Got no time for Natasha.
Why’s she setting me up for dates?
What soap operas is she watching?
Just then,
Director Nick Fury calls
What’s that dude need?
My back’s against the wall:

“Rogers! The base is under lockdown
Call Black Widow to bring in the throw down
We need a super soldier to take down all the threats.
Bust heads with that shield so they never will forget.”

Man, I’m tired of these games, but yeah it’s game on
I grab Black Widow and head to Triskelion.
The Winter Soldier: it will be ice to meet him,
But make no mistake I’m still gonna defeat him

And he’ll call his mama
When his butt goes down to the
Star-Spangled pajamas

Cuz no one can save the day like the Captain
Widow will make you sway like that and
Going in, the bullets fly
Got Avengers by my side
No one can save the day like the Captain

Apologies to Snoop Dogg. Poem is patterned after his “Batman & Robin” duet with Lady of Rage.

I like bugs

I really liked this bug poem. I found it surprisingly challenging to do poems for kids that didn’t talk down to them but also wasn’t too challenging, and I think this poem managed to bet the balance right.

little learner

I like bugs, all of these:
Spiders, crickets, beetles, bees,
Butterpillar, caterfly,
Ants and aphids that scurry by.

Honeyroaches, cockabees,
Cutwings, laceworms on my trees,
Ladydids and katybirds,
Cicadas, moths and, oh, my word,

Swallowbugs and spittletails,
Grasshoppers and slimy snails.
I think bugs are pretty cool.
But  STAY  OUTSIDE!  is the bug rule.


Day 22

Today’s optional prompt:  write a poem for children.
I had fun.  🙂

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