Poetry Challenge #111-One Dark and Stormy . . . Yikes!
Back in my sleep-over camp-out nights, with the campfire crackling and tossing spooky shadows, the wind howling and tree branches scraping on the tent, we used to make scary spookier still with a game called
Yikes!
Things that go bump in the night. . . Scary, right?
Scary how a simple bump sound—in the right setting at the right time—sends tingles, quivers, hair-raising heebie-jeebies shivers chasing up our spines.
Oooooohhhhh CREAK
SCRATCH EEK
EEK YOWL
HOWL
Mwahaha
SCREECH SCRITCH
WHAT’S THAT NOISE . . .
Thump THWACK
thwaaaaaaaaaa
It is said that everyone fears the same thing—the Unknown. Thus, the secret to writing scary is not what you write—but what you leave out.
“Readers will imagine the rest, filling in the gaps with whatever scares them most,” noted Nocturium in a post**.
Which takes me right back to those spine-tingling sounds. Let’s give it a Gooo—GH!
Poetry Challenge #111
One Dark and Storm . . . YIKES!
Write a scary poem.
Now, make it even scarier still by replacing specifics with sounds words.
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Don’t think about it too much;
See if you can scare yourself silly!
**For more spooky stuff here’s a great post: How to Write a Scary Story on the Nocturim
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge a terrifying number of 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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Fin Pal asks Norman “What Made You Change Your Mind?”
Hey Norman! I have a question for you . . .
Ready to read Norman’s answer? Scroll down . . .
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But first here’s Gavin’s picture to get your gills flapping.
We hope you have read NORMAN ONE AMAZING GOLDFISH. (If you haven’t, please do. We think you’ll enjoy it! )
Spoiler Alert: in NORMAN ONE AMAZING GOLDFISH, Our boy takes Norman to Pet-O-Rama…
You’ll find both Norman books at the library. And, you can watch and listen to the read alouds. Here’s one from Kid’s Storytime!
Before we get to Norman’s response. Our finny friend wants to ask you a question:
Have you ever said you would do something and then changed your mind? Can you remember why you changed your mind?
Hmmmm I wonder if you’re answer will be the same as Norman’s answer. Ready to find out?
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Do you have a question for Norman the Goldfish- about friends, school, pets, family, life in and outside the fishbowl?
Do you have a finny fish joke to share?
Send Norman a letter!
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Poetry Challenge #110-Boston Creme Pie...Oh My!
What’s the deal with Boston Creme Pie anyway? It’s not “pie.” There is no crust involved—flaky, graham, cookie or otherwise. It’s cake. So why call it pie? In the same way Boston Creme Donuts don’t pretend to be something they are not. Why am I harping on Boston Creme Pie, now anyway. Because I have a hankering for something sweet. And…
… because the last time I was in Boston—determined to taste the original for myself— I went all over town to try to find a restaurant with Boston Creme Pie on the menu. stand out
The closest I came was the frozen-food section of a take-away shop.
That’s not all I have to say on the subject:
It is said that the Boston Cream Pie was invented in Boston—hence the name. More specifically, “In 1856, at Boston’s Parker House Hotel, French chef Monsieur Augustine Francois Anezin created this pudding and cake combination.” It was declared the official dessert of Massachusetts in 1996. (In case you need cause to celebrate, Oct 23rd is National Boston Creme Pie Day!)
Poetry Challenge #110
Boston Creme Pie . . . Oh My!
I don’t live in Boston or in Massachusetts. And I can’t say whether I love Boston Cream Pie. But from the looks of it, I think I might—I do love Boston Cream donuts—And looking at those yellow cake layers, that creamy custard y-pudding filling, the smooth chocolate icing. Yum!
What might the official dessert of your town be if YOU got to name it?
Write a poem describing your dessert. Make our mouths water just thinking about it!
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just do it!
Afterwards, celebrate with Boston Creme Pie! Here’s a recipe.
P.S. I looked it up. For what it’s worth, the chef who created the first Boston Creme whatever, baked it in a pie tin, so that’s why he called it a pie.
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge more than 8-years of dessert 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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CHECK . . . CHECKMATE Ray Bradbury
When I was tiny, we’d watch movies at the Drive-in Theatre. We’d go early, while it was still light, to get the best spot. Not too far from the snack bar and bathrooms.
Giant Popcorn, extra butter and salt, a coke for Mom, a thermos of something for Dad, a baggie of home-packed candies for us kids.
My brother and I, in our jammies, loved playing on the playground—with one eye on the cartoons barely visible in the dusk.
Our parents picked the movies. They did not expect us to watch the movies. (After all, in the summer it didn’t get dark until way past our bedtimes.) They expected we’d last through the previews, and the cartoons (drive-in movies always started with a cartoon or two.) That’s why we went to the drive-in in our jammies. Nighty-night kiddos.
Hello “Illustrated Man.”
Hello memories seared into my brain. (Maybe the one time I didn’t fall immediately asleep.). Dang it was freaky.
Hello Ray Bradbury!
Ray Bradbury published more than 30 books and 600 short stories in his lifetime, Illustrated Man being one; Fahrenheit 451 being most banned . (He passed in 2012). Even now his books are edgy, funny, timely, infinitely readable and relatable.
And get this: Ray Bradbury, NEVER WORKED A DAY IN HIS LIFE!
That Inspires Me! (read on)
"I’ve never worked a day in my life. I’ve never worked a day in my life. The joy of writing has propelled me from day to day and year to year. I want you to envy me, my joy. Get out of here tonight and say: ‘Am I being joyful?’ And if you’ve got a writer’s block, you can cure it this evening by stopping whatever you’re writing and doing something else. You picked the wrong subject.” — Ray Bradbury at The Sixth Annual Writer’s Symposium by the Sea, 2001
“I want you to envy me, my joy. ”
Postscript: After this blog post published, I received the following note from Kevin Kane, an author, playwright, musician—baseball historian etc. etc. whose life reads like adventure. Bradbury fans read on:
Poetry Challenge #109-Dictionary Roulette
I love dictionaries! It’s an excellent way to procrastinate . . . and expand one’s vocab—always a good thing. Best, words lead to ideas…and actions! So grab a dictionary and let’s GO!
Here’s mine…show me yours!
If you don’t have a physical dictionary (Borrow a library copy or Go buy one!!! You should have one!!!), you can use a website such as m-w.com or dictionary.com and look for a list of words of the day.
Poetry Challenge #109
Dictionary Roulette
Yes! You can borrow my dictionary.
One of my favorite prompts when I get stuck with any writing is to take a dictionary, open to a random page, and write down the first word I see. Sometimes I roll three dice and open to that page. Sometimes I have someone pick a number between 1 and 948 (the number of pages in my favorite dictionary) and then another number between 1 and 68 (the average number of words on the two pages) and I find my word that way.
Using the Close-Your-Eyes-and-Point method, Roll-the-Dice method, Pick-A-Number method, find 5 words. Write a 5-line poem using all 5 words.
Pick 5 Words
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 almost 8 days ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. (This one is Cindy’s.) 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 #108-Where’s Teddy?
“Wait! Where’s my Noy-Noy?”
Where have all the teddys gone?/Long time passing./Where have all the teddys gone/mums have tossed them, everyone….
Pete Seeger, forgive me for riffing off your heartful song, but it’s true. I can not recall the last time I saw a kiddle cuddling a teddy.
How many of us had a favorite Teddy—by “Teddy” I mean that bunny, stuffie, blankie, lovie, bear or otherwise you loved as a child? Mine was named “Noy-Noy.” All these years later I still recall times when it seemed Noy-Noy was my only friend.
Likewise, how many of us recall being teased about that beloved Teddy? Or having been shamed into leaving it behind? Bernard Waber’s Ira Sleeps Over immediately comes to mind.
For that matter, how many of us have discarded, lost, ignored, stuffed into a box, closet, attic, under the bed . . . that beloved Teddy?
What about Me?
Poetry Challenge #108
This One’s for Teddy!
Climb into your attic (metaphoric or otherwise) take out your beloved Teddy, dust it off and give it a big hug—in the form of a poem.
Begin by taking a moment to recall your Teddy (substitute the appropriate moniker).
What does it look like? What did it feel like? And more, what did holding it make you feel?
Did you and your Teddy go on adventures together?
Can you think of a recent time you wish you had Teddy?
Drawing on these moments, write Teddy a poem. Let your Teddy’s name be the title of the poem.
Give Your “Teddy” a mental (or real-time) hug
Set the timer for 7 Minutes
Start Writing!
Jack with his dragon from Deb Pilutti
Let’s Here it for Teddy Picture Book List:
Ira Sleeps Over by Bernard Waber
The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale by Mo Willems
The Secrets of Ninja School by Deb Pilutti
41 Books with Stuffed Animals at Their Heart blog post
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge eons 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 #107-Baby, You Can Name My Car!
According to a car nickname website, if you love your car, it’s normal to give it a name. Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang was named for the sound the car made. The Magic Schoolbus was magic and a schoolbus. Scooby-Doo’s Mystery Machine was just that.
Lightning McQueen from Cars, Kit from Knight Rider, and Bandit from Smokey and the Bandit, are a few infamous ones.
The kids named my old Mom Minivan “Doris.” Doris didn’t mind one bit…in fact, I think our old van liked having a name, it made her feel like part of the family. (At least she never blew a gasket!)
Poetry Challenge #107
Baby, You Can Name Your Car!
Think about a car or other mode of transportation you use—EQUAL RIGHTS FOR BIKES!!!
Jot down some words that describe it. What’s its shape? color? size? Does it run well? Make any strange noises? Where does it like to go best? What might you name your car that makes you think of any/all of these things?
An ode is a poem of praise. Let’s write an ode to your car with these restrictions:
First line: One word—maybe the brand of your car, the model, or just the word “car”.
Second line: Two words—two adjectives describing the car (color, size, # of doors, etc.)
Third line: Three words—What does your car do?
Fourth line: Two words—How does your car make you feel?
Fifth line: Your car’s name!
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; get writing! VROOOOOOOOM!
Name Your Car Playlist:
Baby You Can Drive My Car by The Beatles
Baby You Can Drive My Car by The Beatles
Baby You Can Drive My Car by The Beatles (You get the idea.)
Extra points if you know this car’s name…
*Cindy Faughnan and I began this 7-Minute Poetry Challenge many moons ago. We now take turns creating our own prompts to share with you. (This one was Cindy’s.) 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 #106-Rock Lobster
World’s Lobster in Shediac, New Brunswick
This time of year, after months of dry heat and dry weather, I’m a lobster—literally
But in my mind, with my collar turned up and a towel wrapped around my head like a stiff beehive updo…
I’m Kate Pierson or Cindy Wilson of the B52’s
Guitar please: dur-dur-dur dah-dah duh-da-duh-duh Oooh-ahhhh….
Rock Lobster!
What comes to mind when you think of a lobster?
Is it the cola-guzzling lobster in Erin Moulton’s funny, heartful Tracing the Stars?
Diane Keaton’s lobster scene from Annie Hall?
Pilgrimage to the world’s largest lobster?
Or, like me, a rockin’ red lobster?
Poetry Challenge #106
Lobster Day
Drawing on that lobster experience (or one imagined), list seven words, one beginning with each letter of the word lobster.
Use that list to craft a seven-line lobster poem.
In addition, the poem might include: a sound, a smell, a location, a texture, and the word “ruckus”.
Set the timer for 7 minutes.
Start writing!
Don’t think about it too much; just get cracking!
* There is actually a National Lobster Day! (But why wait until Sept. 25th to celebrate?)