Saturday, April 9, 2011

Saturday Night Clerihew

Today's poem is a Clerihew - a light verse, usually consisting of two couplets of uneven length 
and irregular meter, the first line usually containing the name of a well-known person.  The Clerihew was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875 - 1956), an English writer, at the age of 16.


Sean
My son, Sean
Is almost gone,
He's moving soon,
I think in June :-(

Brian
My son, Brian
Is always tryin'
He'll work it out
Without a doubt!




Friday, April 8, 2011

Skeltonic Verse

In researching different forms of poetry, I came across Skeltonic Verse, named after English Poet, John Skelton (1460-1529).  Skelton had tutored King Henry the Eighth when he was a prince and later spent time in prison, was censured by the church and seemed to have a lot of fun!  The rules of Skeltonic Verse are simple:  
  • Keep the line lengths between three and six words
  • Every end word rhymes with the previous, until you start a new set of rhymes
  • Keep the same rhyme until it starts to lose its energy or impact
  • The poem should be full of energy and fun
Here's my Skeltonic Verse:

The weekend's here
I shout and cheer   
Until I hear
A voice so clear
From in the yard
the words were hard
So I was jarred
My plans were marred
There on the stoop
With bag and scoop
He made me droop
"Let's pick up poop!"








Thursday, April 7, 2011

I forgot

  


I Forgot

I can't believe I almost forgot,

to write another poem.

I don't know where my memory went,

It must still be at home.



Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sausage Poem

Today's poem is a Sausage Poem - a string of words which are "linked" with the same letters/sounds at the endings and beginnings of words.  An extra challenge is to go full circle and have the last letter of the sentence match the first letter.  It's a lot harder than it sounds!  Here's my meager attempt.  Before you judge me - give it a try yourself!


Spring goes slowly yet time elapses.
Summer rain nurturing growing greens.
Fall leaves swirl like caustic kids.
Winter rains snow over rustic cabins.




Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Mea Culpa


My Mea Culpa
I had the best intentions
I really meant to do it
I hoped to write a poem a day
and on day two - I blew it!