Poetry Challenge #90: Like a YO-YO, Yo!
Sorry I’m tardy in posting this prompt. I had to untangle some knots. But how it’s all wrapped up, ready to roll!
“I used to be a swinger/Til you wrapped me round your finger . . .” Who can forget inspired lyrics like those by Joe South—or the singer who sang them to Hit status in 1971? (BTW: It was not Yo-Yo Ma.)
Did you know June 6th was National Yo-Yo Day? Neither did I. As soon as I learned, Donnie Osmond started singing away so I went with it…(how could I (k)not?
Take a moment to ponder YO-YO. Who could have ever imagined how, with the flick of a finger, one could make a disc roll up and down on a string* thus providing endless hours of entertainment, inspiring more than one hit song, and now, if you’re game, poetry!
Poetry Challenge #90
Like a YO-YO
Write a YO-YO poem. It can be about a YO-YO, playing with a YO-YO, feeling like a YO-YO—up and down about something? Or, sure, YoYo Ma. Roll the sounds of it around in your mouth for a while and see what comes of it, Yo!
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
*According to the Museum of Yo-Yo History, “It is believed that the yo-yo most likely originated in China. The first historical mention of the yo-yo, however, was from Greece in the year 500 B.C. These ancient toys were made out of wood, metal, or painted terra cotta disks and called just that, a disc. It was customary, when a child turned of age, to offer toys of their youth to certain gods. “
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge eons ago. We take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments—and tell your friends!
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Poetry Challenge #89 Famous Last Words
Charles Schultz was onto something: Wah-wa-wah WAH. . . Halloween Wah-wa-wah WAH . . . Great Pumpkin.
So was Margaret Mitchell when she gave Rhett the best parting shot ever:
“Frankly Scarlett, I don’t give a damn.”
He’s whispering a famous first line here…a prompt for another time!
Shultz and Mitchell knew what my kick-butt High School English teacher, Mrs. Reidlinger (the finest 5-Paragrah Essay coach of all time) called the secret to the best Dagwood.
The secret she said, was in the bread. Start every paragraph with the tastiest crunchiest, best-tasting bread and finish with a slice that’s just as tasty—if not tastier—just keep stacking them one on top of another on top of another. They may not remember the fillings, but they’ll remember that Dagwood, er essay.
(Find more on Mrs. Reidlinger on this early Fishbowl post.)
Or, to quote an aptly named band of Reidlinger’s Second Period English era, BREAD,
“How many came before it doesn’t matter just as long as you’re the last.”
Where are we going with this? You guess it:
Poetry Challenge #89
Famous Last Words
For this prompt, let’s start at the bottom, with potentially famous last words, and work our way up.
Try using one of prompts below as the last line of your poem. (Replace the blanks with whatever you choose.):
Don’t forget to give your poem a title.
I remember when ___________
You can’t be serious.
I love the smell of ___________
Under my bed is ____ and ____.
I collect_______
Wah-wa-wah Wah __________________
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
Who said it? If you know, post the answer in the comments along with your poem and we’ll send you a prize!
Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge 3300-ish days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.
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Poetry Challenge #87-How's This for an Idea?
Sometimes, my head is full of ideas. But sometimes . . . At those times a little prompting is in order.
Poetry Challenge #87
How’s This for an Idea?
Choose one of the prompts below as your first line and write as fast as you can. If you get stuck, try another prompt.
Or:
How’s this for an idea: Write a 4 line poem using each prompt for one of the lines.
No one knows I’m here…
Here’s a neat idea…
I’m scared of…
I wish I could remember…
Pick a Prompt
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge more than 8 years ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.
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Poetry Challenge #86: Make Mine Chicago Style
On a flight from Chicago, munching Garrett’s Popcorn (the best part of O’Hare layovers), my bygone Chicago Blues popped into mind—specifically one night I heard Albert King play Crosscut Saw*. It’s nicknamed “that dirty blues song” but, it doesn’t have to be. That’s the challenge!
The Garrett’s Popcorn Kiosk at O’Hare Airport opposite gate B8
Poetry Challenge #86
Riffing Chicago Style
Chicago Style Blues started as musical improv, performers creating on the fly, riffing off each other, daring each other, challenging each other and themselves to come up with song verses that fit the pattern. A performer starts with one line that fits a beat. That line is then repeated. Then a third longer line finishes the stanza with a word that rhymes with the previous two. Simple as that—if you’re a smokin’ guitarist.
Here’s the opening stanza of Tommy McClennan’s Crosscut Saw as Albert King played it:
“Crosscut Saw
I’m a cross cut saw, Baby/ just drag me ‘cross your log I’m a cross cut saw, Baby/ just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy, you can’t help but say ‘Hot dog!’”
It’s said, one reason the second line repeats the first, which is so much a part of traditional Blues, is to give performers creating on the fly, time to think of a rhyming last line. For fun, blues players toss the song around, challenging each other by taking turns coming up with new stanzas. Let’s give it a try. Here’s a template to get us started:
I’m a something or other, name, just doing something somewhere.
I’m a something or other, name, just doing something somewhere.
I verb the noun so easy, I’ll say or do something that fits and ends in a rhyme.
My Effort:
I’m a green frog, Henry, just sitting on a rock.
I’m a green frog, Henry, just sitting on a rock.
I’ll hop and croak so loudly, I’ll blast you off your dock.
Now that you’ve set a pattern, try stringing 2 or 3 stanzas together—or 5 for your own blues song.
Grab your air guitar and get Bluesy!
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
*From Wikipedia: "Crosscut Saw", or "Cross Cut Saw Blues" as it was first called, is a dirty blues song "that must have belonged to the general repertoire of the Delta blues".[1] The song was first released in 1941 by Mississippi bluesman Tommy McClennan and has since been interpreted by many blues artists.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge 3200-ish days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.
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Poetry Challenge #85-Yes, You May!
What month is it where you are?
If you said “August” or “July” or “September” or “The eighth one.”
BOOOOONG! Wrong answer.
It’s May! It’s May! We declare it “Yes, You May” Month (or at least today, or right now, anyway.) Hooray! Hooray!
Ring around the May Pole
Taking a cue from the musical Camelot’s Lusty Month of May song, in which merrymakers prance about singing “It’s May! It’s May! The month of Yes, You May!” we’re giving ourselves permission to break a few rules.
Poetry Challenge #85
“Yes, You May!”
With “Yes, You May” as the title, write a poem giving someone (or something)—maybe yourself—permission to be naughty, mischievous, daring—in other words, to do something he, she, it—YOU—would never, ever do.
As this poem is a celebration of May, use flowery, colorful, provocative language. A
And, if you’re in the mood to be extra daring, give permission to go all out by having every line begin with “Yes, You May” . . .
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
As if you need permission
“Yes, You May!” Playlist:
Lusty Month of May from Lerner & Lowe’s Camelot
*Full disclosure: This is a repeat. We had so much fun we decided to do it again, because…We Can!
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge over 8 years ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole dang poem. Scroll down and click on the comments!
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Poetry Challenge #82-Diamond in the Rough
“Square cut or pear shaped, these rocks don’t lose their shape”…take a listen; great lyrics!: https://youtu.be/KsRqhCWYfsQ?t=4
How are poems like diamonds?
Diamonds…gems/rocks/stones— come in many shapes, colors and sizes, and from there are cut, shaped and polished into heart’s desires. Poems begin as a jumble of words and from there are shaped to reflect heart’s desire.
Poetry Challenge #83
Diamond In the Rough
Write a diamond-shaped Diamante about something you value.
A Diamante is a diamond-shaped poem, simple as that.
Diamante poems begin with a one word or syllable line.
Each subsequent line grows longer by one than the previous line. The longest line is the mid-point of the poem.
From there, the lines decrease by one until reaching the last one word line.
The shortest Diamante has three lines of one syllable words.
Here’s a Diamante Frame if you prefer structure.
One
Two words
One
Once you have the words, polish your poem until it shines!
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge 3200-ish days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.
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Poetry Challenge #81-I’m Feeling List-Less
According to Psychology Today, Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “Let me count the ways”…wasn’t just pie-eyed, moonstruck rambling. It was good old-fashioned self care.
Make it stand out
According to Robert R. Kraft, PH.D in
“10 Benefits of Making a List”
Lists “help memory and focus our daily lives.”
HOW?????
“1. Lists document what we ordinarily forget.
2. Help us remember across context.
3. Act as a retrieval cue for other items.
4. The linear layout of a list is friendly to our serial processing.
...and the list goes on!”
List from Life Without Pants blog—add it to your list!
Poetry Challenge #81
Make a List
List making is not a new concept in organizing, in procrastinating, or in poetry.
Soooooo many poems are list poems: The Bill of Rights, Barrett’s “Sonnet 43,” Billy Collins’ “Bread and Knife,” Shel Silverstein’s “Eighteen Flavors” to name a few.
In a list poem, you can list things you like (animals, colors, kinds of cars, playground games), signs of a season, tasks you have to do, items in a category, or what you’re going to do today.
Today, try you pen at a list poem.
Begin with your plans for the day today. Or start with a list inspired by one of the ideas above.
Once you have your list, play with the order.
Choose better words that sound the same (maybe rhyme, or use alliteration).
Can you make the poem sound like it has an ending?
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge 3200-ish days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.
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Poetry Challenge #80-Scribbles
Really, would the tike in this pic do a naughty thing like that?
My love of writing can be traced back to when I was two-ish. As the story goes, I used my mom’s black mascara and lipstick to write on the neighbor's car! (And maybe blamed it on my brother… although he says I blamed it on him.) Nevertheless, a scribble is a scribble.
Early Childhood Educator, Anna Reyner, in “The Fine Art of Scribbling” wrote:
“Scribbling is the foundation of artistic development and is intimately linked with language acquisition.”
Rhoda Kellogg, an early champion of scribbling, analyzed over 1 million children’s drawing during a 20 year study. Kellogg concluded that
“Children need plenty of time for free drawing and scribbling to develop the symbols that will later become the basis for all writing and drawing.”
What say we roll back the clock to our pre-school days and scribble. Who knows what it might lead to…
A Nothing Scribble--or not…
Poetry Challenge #80
Scribble Something
Scratch around for something colorful to write with: crayons, markers, colored pencils . . . lipstick—whatever you can find—and a piece of paper. Hold the writing implement in your non-dominant hand, close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus on whatever comes to mind. Then open your eyes and scribble—preferably on the paper.
Try scribbling whatever came to mind. if it was nothing, then scribble nothing. Scribble with 2-year-old abandon for as long as you can—at least 30 seconds.
Now, hold your scribble arm’s length away. While squinting like an artist (a beret might come in handy here), look beyond your scribble to what you drew.
Write a poem about your scribble.
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it.
If you want to explore scribbles more, check out Diane Alber’s books/website.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge more than 3250 days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. If you join us in the 7-Minute Poetry Challenge let us know by posting the title, a note, or if you want, the whole poem in the comments.