NaPoWriMo 2016

Days 6-10

http://www.napowrimo.net/page/2/
6. Prompt - Take a good look outside your window. Spend a minute or so jotting down all the nouns you see outside. Tree. Car. Bus. Dog. Then spend a minute or so writing down all the colors you see. Finally, think about taking place outside. Is the wind blowing? “Blow.” Is someone walking their dog? “Walk.” Spend a minute or so writing down these verbs. Now you’ve got a whole list of words from which to build a poem, mixing and matching as you go.
Stuck in an Office,
not even that;
I'm in a conference room with 6 windows, flat.
The windows are frosted,
so only a sliver is what I can see
of each one that walks by:
people more fortunate than me.

7. Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive!

I LOVE you!
I HATE YOU!
I wish you would DIE!
No no I don't mean it,
please don't make me cry.

I spent hours upon hours
perfecting this skill.
I really needed that paper,
I'll never be able to recreate that design!

I bought you dammit, I own you,
YOU'RE MINE!
Do as I say, or I'll throw you out.

I hear Apple's nice this summer,
screw Dell, I'll see what HP is about.

8. Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem, giving it our own spin. While any famous poem will do, if you haven’t already got one in mind, why not try your own version of Cesar Vallejo’s Black Stone Lying on a White Stone? If you’re not exactly sure how such a poem could be “re-written,” check out this recent poem by Stephen Burt, which riffs on Vallejo’s.
ReWrite of Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492

Ordinary Woman by Ashley Faith
Chic women wonder why I don't wear make-up.
I'm not gorgeous or built for Crossfit,
But when I try to explain why I'm still happy,
They think I'm kidding myself.
I declare,
It's in the strength of my arms
The swirl of my hips,
The confidence of my walk,
The arch of my eyes.
I'm a woman
Commonly.
Common woman,
That's me.

I enter a room
chill as can be,
And to a man,
The fellas stand or
Fall to their knees.
They swarm around me,
A hive of bees.

The pretty girls are perplexed,
They say 'How can this be?!'

I convey,
It's the fire in my spirit,
And the coy of my wit,
The width of my waist,
And the joy in my smile.
I'm a woman
Commonly.
Common woman,
That's me.

Men themselves are perplexed
How am I such a good friend?
They think too much
and still can't touch
My inner workings remain a mystery.

I try to show them,
work to mold them,
but their maturity is less than me.

I testify,
It's in the straightness of my back,
The warmth of my smile,
The swell of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Not so commonly.
Non-common woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I may shout or jump about
Or like to talk real loud,
But when you see me coming
It ought to make you proud.

I certify,
It's in the slap of my flats,
The kink of my hair,
the soft in my touch,
The deep of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

9. Today’s prompt was suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

Didn’t take the time to do that but DID use the next random song to pop in my head as a prompt. I heart Paramore’s Into You on a whole new level.

Without You
Can't count the seconds
That we've been apart
I need both hands to cling to you
you make me feel, o so better

Let’s take a walk in the park
ALWAYS together!
Our strides match up,
Can't deny, can't deny we’re worth it
'Cause after three weeks, I can’t live without you!

It started as a sort of alternate version, then slipped into parody of a stalker chick and ended up being a parody that I imagine a dog with separation anxiety would sing to his owner.

10. Our own prompt for today should be a little simpler. (As always, the prompts are optional). Once upon a time, poetry was regularly used in advertisements, most notably the Burma-Shave ads:

Said Farmer Brown                     She put a bullet
Who’s bald on top                              Through his hat
“Wish I could                    Or          But he’s had closer
Rotate the crop”                              Shaves than that
Burma-Shave                               Burma-Shave

She fasts, he diets
The kids cut back,
But Friday is cheat night
And that’s a fact.
Pizza Hut

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