we're happy little vegemites as bright as bright can be we all enjoy our vegemite for breafast lunch and t
our mothers say were growing strong with every single week because we love our vegemite we all adore our vegemite it puts a rose in every cheek
hearing children sing this is very touching after all these years
DAY 27
Californian Poppy Hair Oil
The Poppies of California scented hair oil worn by elderly gentlemen in a bygone era who were lucky enough to still have hair my grandfather use to wear it he was very dapper with his thick wavy hair my grandmother liked him a lot their marriage was arranged i remember her saying how lucky she was it worked out
DAY 28
pungent cooking smells reek of poverty and servitude time for a shower sound the trumpet she listens to purcell whilst chopping the onions
the door clicks it's next door another world three inches away that she never wants to see
the carnations in the jam jar are joyous are still alive after weeks of neglect are in love with the sprigs of mint pure and fragrant amongst the potato peels
They refuse to die
DAY 29
giuseppe's gnocchi fabrizio's fagioli bean soup roberto's bolognese sauce delicious food all these gorgeous italians are great cooks great musicians great friends and with these multi talents all married of course
30 DAY
she takes it back
only yesterday she said she' d be better off with a four legged tiger than the two legged tiger she was always hankering for
then she thought of fabrizio giuseppe roberto realised and resolved then and there to find a caravaggio angel of her own make a home in italy make a tribe of bambini and live happily ever after another barefoot contessa
Now, choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as
the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one
invented word.
elizabethan songs calm glorious calen o custure me garbled gaelic soft plinks of lute magical moment
DAY 22
BY EMILY DICKINSON ORIGINAL
You’re right – “the way is narrow” And “difficult the Gate” - And “few there be” - Correct again - That “enter in - thereat” -
’Tis Costly - so are purples! ’Tis just the price of Breath - With but the “Discount” of the Grave - Termed by the Brokers – “Death”!
And after that - there’s Heaven - The Good man’s – “Dividend” - And Bad men – “go to Jail” - I guess –
MY VERSION
you're right the way is narrow straight is the gate few there be that enter in correct
Life -Tis costly- so is death the price of funerals no discount for pensioners saints or martyrs
After the expensive death comes Heaven The Good man's --Dividend And Bad men--go to jail depending on your demomination
I guess
DAY 23
tell me love what you saw today
mountains of dishes piles of laundry palms that need watering streaks of blue in grey clouds red carnations in a tall vase a few chocolates hiding at the back of my fridge oh and i saw on the news barry humphries had died requiescat in pace dear edna
DAY 24
on being twelve probably the best year of my life i got a wrist watch i got a prefect badge i got my first low heels red patent leather i used to open the box every night in disbelief i got my hair cut at bruno's where all the smart set went my mother took me to a play and supper at romanos for my birthday
i was grown up it was wonderful i won the alliance francaise prize i set my sights on becoming brigitte bardot
it didn't quite work out that way
Day 25
love me do you know i love you i'll always be true this song reminds me of sharon ( who sat behind me at school) she had a signed photo of the beatles on her desk lid primrose had alfred deller on hers she sang " es ist ein ros entsprungen" at school concerts i had a picture of a single rose on mine i told everyone a boy had given me one just like that for my birthday (it wasn't true) then or now
he is a vip and voted himself as leader forever he looks like winnie the pooh so because of the jokes at his expense winnie has been banned forever from his nation
he used to be a farmer but now is the unopposed non elected leader of the biggest economy on the planet he does not like people falling asleep when he is delivering a speech although unlike his psycho nk mate he has not yet blown them apart with an anti aircraft gun for the offence so that's something i suppose a bonus for the nation's narcoleptics
it's all getting curiouser and curiouser
DAY 16
a sea creature that does not fit into your hand swimmers are terrified of them have no natural enemies jaws the movie brought them to the worlds attention but if one steps on a lego all hell breaks loose
wearing a clove around your neck scares away the vampires sweetens and strengthens the breath deters luke warm kissers
a food flavouring a thousand years old a cure all for everything there are those who use and those who lose
DAY 19
Granny said
don't ever speak to strangers dont' accept gifts or lifts even if they seem kindly they'll tie you in a hessian bag and throw you from the cliff top into the sea never answer the door when home alone always keep the dogs inside when home alone and we did and nothing happened to us
This is another oldie-but-goodie. I remember being assigned to use it in
a college poetry class, and loving the result. It really pushes you to
use specific details, and to work on “conducting” the poem as it grows,
instead of trying to force the poem to be one thing or another in
particular. The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,”
and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman
1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
ES-TU FOU ?
one man's fish is another man's poison guess who is a few sheep short in the top paddock squilibrato an educator using literary devices as sadistic weapons for creative torture poetry's petit adolf par excellence il ragazzo e una testa di cazzo
DAY 9
Shakespearean Sonnet
love causes pain tis all in vain a waste of time i'm going to fight it it never works out i'm taking a train escaping this mess it's the absolute pits
it is lovely for some but not so for me it gives me no joy and is bad for my health end up miserable and out of my tree lose my confidence it reduces my wealth
i always fall for someone unsuitable usually good looking younger and obsessed with greed they never love me and find me inscrutable selfish narcissistic with too many needs
so now i'm resolved to being alone me my cat and my mobile phone
DAY 10
SEA SHANTY
what shall we do with a drunken sailor send him on a transport ship to australia that's what we do with english failures earlie in the morning
hooray and up he rises better weather plenty of surprises lots of rum and koala survivors earlie in the morning
he finally gets a piece of land steals some sheep and now he's grand found cheap labour life's abound with kookaburras in the morning
hooray and up he rises we're doing fine without your advisors stick your coronation where the sun don't shine chaz earlie in the morning
DAY 11
EAVESDROPPING
she said she was at a loose end how the days dragged on had nothing much to occupy her time imagine that this was my dream to have the luxury of time for myself she didn't appear to be wealthy did she have a retinue of domestic staff did she have a family who did everything for her was dying to ask but of course will never know
DAY 12
Motivation for writing poems
cosy in my bed with a big pink duvet fur rug a purring cuddle cat a hillside of soft cushions a cup of tea a piece of chocolate cake i am inspired to write poetry about almost anything avoiding household chores and being a grown up
DAY 13
my wife sheila is an angel
you're lucky my wife is still here she's a few sheep short in the top paddock
i didn't know you had a farm
DAY 14
From The Tempest
Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there suck I: oh dear,not recommended In a cowslip’s bell I lie; at your current weight very bad idea There I couch when owls do cry. well we know why they're crying On the bat’s back I do fly that wasn't a bat After summer merrily. it's winter now Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. in your condition i would say unlikely Merrily merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough you're delusional darling
Write a one line answer to each question Create a poem from the answers
What is a song?
currawongs at sunrise welcome the day
What is joy?
smiling hearts beam golden sunshine
What is an oyster ?
a shell hiding pearls on jagged rocks
What is longing?
wanting you ... finally a thing of the past
What is a river?
a crystal clear freedom rush flowing out to sea
POEM
currawongs at sunrise welcome the day smiling hearts beam golden sunshine a shell hiding pearls on jagged rocks wanting you... finally a thing of the past\ a crystal clear freedom rush flowing out to sea
DAY 3
Write the opposite
HAMLET....SHAKESPEARE
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
OPPOSITE RESPONSE
no questions needed
ay there's the rub
once more on to the breach
onwards and upwards
learn to ignore the slings and arrows
cream faced loons and green eyed monsters
don't let them get to you
that way you win
life is a sea of troubles
not an afternoon of lute serenades
life is not for the faint hearted
hard slap death in the face
keep dancing on this mortal coil
anything could happen
and when your time comes
instead of shuffling off into the middle distance
go out with a bang
DAY 4
TRIOLET
life is hard a nightmare in fact it doesn't look like changing it is my lot so that is that life is hard a nightmare in fact let's not clash over this spat it is the major cause of ageing life is hard a nightmare in fact it doesn't look like changing
DAY 5
Juxtapostion between joy and grief
smiling children in the playground on a lovely sunny day eating ripe plums sticky fingers laughing all dead in a few hours time thanks Russia
DAY 6...ODD
Giro girotondo, casca il mondo, casca la terra, tutti giù per terra!
i remember these words playing with a litle girl who was singing them at my great aunt's house when i was about 6 i even remember her last line was different tutti casca giu per terra none of my family speak italian it could have only been on one occasion
