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Homophoems (oh groan!)

be writingOn Monday Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect posted the Homophoem Poetry Stretch challenge (via J. Patrick Lewis). The task: write a two- to ten-line poem using at least one homophone. (Homophones, in case you’ve forgotten, are words that share the same pronunciation but differ in meaning.)

I’ve been writing them all week! What fun (although they do often bring on the groaning response one would get from a pun). Here are a few:

Busted

I snuck some cookies,
ate them in bed.
Mom found the crumbs—
my face was read.

- Violet Nesdoly © 2014 All rights reserved

 

Project

I’m trying out new morning food
Alpha bits, Bran and Cheerios.
Each week I buy a different box
of breakfast food in serial.

- Violet Nesdoly © 2014 All rights reserved

 

Rabbit Boutique

Luxe de lapin has most unique
accessories for rabbits:
lettuce truffles, thumper pads
baubles of many carrots.

- Violet Nesdoly © 2014 All rights reserved

 

Lover’s promise

I’ll come for you by morning
or noon or dim twilight
and if the day has got away
I’ll come to you by knight.

- Violet Nesdoly © 2014 All rights reserved

 

Lovesick

The animals cannot be blamed
for feeling a bit confused
by old ram bleating everywhere:
“I love ewe!”

- Violet Nesdoly © 2014 All rights reserved

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Poetry Friday LogoAre you up for the Homophoem challenge? I’d love to read yours. Add them to the comments here.

This post is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Michelle Barnes (greeting card poet extraordinaire!) at Today’s Little Ditty.

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Posted by on April 10, 2014 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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Two halves

pie

Two halves

A bigger half
is mathematician’s
impossibility.

But such a thing
when cutting pie
ever a probability.

© 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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Today, January 23rd, is National Pie Day! I’m sure the Pie Council won’t have a problem with prolonging the celebrations into Poetry Friday.

The little poem (above) was one of my November poem-a-day efforts. Given my disability in the pie-cutting department, I’m thinking probably the best way to divvy up the pie, at least at my house, is to make individual pies for each person!

And here to help with your next pie party are some pie-making tips from the aforementioned Pie Council.

Poetry Friday LogoThis post is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Tara at A Teaching Life.

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in Light, Objects, Poetry Friday

 

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January, February

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January, February

It’s January, all must change
my resolutions cry it!
I’ll clean the cupboards, shine the glass
completely change my diet.
The constant list of things I need
has changed from Christmas treats
to organizers, storage boxes,
and a set of sheets.

It’s February, nothing’s changed
the bathroom scales decry it
(that frozen stash of Christmas treats
has sabotaged my diet).
The hopeful list of things I pledged
discreetly tucked away.
Ten months to do just as I please
until next New Year’s day.

© 2004 – Time of Singing, Winter 2004-2005 (also published in Calendar, 2004)
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Happy New Year!

Today’s poem is a re-post. It first appeared here in 2009, but I wrote it long before that. I’m afraid it’s the ongoing story of my New Year’s Resolutions. Some things never change!Poetry Friday Logo
This post is part of Poetry Friday. You will find many more Poetry Friday poems linked at Betsy’sI Think in Poems blog.
 
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Posted by on January 2, 2014 in Light

 

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Blog Gremlins

Blog Gremlins

Months and months of work
an index linked with care
hundreds of blog posts
I’d find each one from there.

One day its permalink
I clicked to make a change
before my startled eye
not only rearranged

but totally replaced
and in its place the page
I had been working on!
I was in shock, enraged

I back-clicked, pressed “Undo”
closed, exited and feared
re-opened, fears confirmed
my index disappeared.

Who ate my bits and bytes
exchanging them for prose?
Wait till I meet those nerds
I’ll punch them in the nose!

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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This poem is written for the November 30th prompt: “Write a disappearing poem. Simple as that….”

The event described above really happened to me. I write a daily devotional blog and had made index pages on my Blogger blog (Old and New Testament) linking each post under its  Bible book in chapter order. One day when I went to update that page with the URL of the piece I had just written (in my usual way) my index was gone, entirely replaced with the post I had just been working on! How that happened I have no idea.

Fortunately I had saved that Blogger index page some months earlier as a Word.doc and was keeping it updated (sort of). I have since taken the index pages off the site, so the gremlins no longer have access to them (I don’t think…).  And of course the ‘punch in the nose’ bit is all in fun and in the service of rhyme. I know, it’s hardly in keeping with the “turn the other cheek” attitude the Bible tells us to have.

AND WITH THIS POEM I COMPLETE THE NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE.

I DID IT!!! I wrote 30 new poems this month.

 
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Posted by on November 30, 2013 in Light

 

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Mother Bear

Whimsical furniture set made by my brother Ken.

Whimsical furniture set made by my brother Ken.

Mother Bear

I am the one
who puts oatmeal on the list
so that we will not have a morning
without porridge.

I am the one who cooks it
stirring its volcano bubbles
from gruel to a thick
predictable pudding.

I am the one who dishes it
into bowls — large, medium, small
then calls the family
to the table.

I am the one who shows baby
how to cool it by blowing on his spoon
and the one who gives him a sip of milk
when he wails, “It’s still too hot!”

I am the one who interrupts his crying,
“Let’s go for a walk,”
the one who distracts his hungry whining
with dandelion greens and wild strawberries.

I am the one who says,
“You’re probably right,”
when Papa grumbles, “Surely the porridge
is cool by now.”

I am the one who sees wet footprints
on the front porch
grass tracked
into the house.

I am the one who notices
bowls have been moved
one empty, chairs shuffled
one broken!

I am the one to follow the footprints
up the stairs past two rumpled beds
and see in the third
Goldie?

I am the one scandalized
with Mrs. Locks. What kind of mother
allows her kid
that much freedom?

And I am the one tempted
to tie Baby Bear
down with my apron
when, after Goldie has jumped

out the window
and run away,
he begs, “Can I look for her?
I want to play.”

© 2007 by Violet Nesdoly

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Today’s poem is a re-post. I first published it here in 2010 and before that it appeared on Poets Online. It was in response to the July 2007 prompt, to take the story, characters, title, theme (as much as you need) from one of the Brothers Grimm’s fairy tales and transform it for your own purposes. You can read the prompt along with the published poems here.
Poetry Friday LogoIt is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Jama Rattigan at Jama’s Alphabet Soup – the tastiest blog you’ll ever read!
 
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Posted by on November 14, 2013 in Light, People, Poetry Friday

 

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Complaint

Spider web in branches

“Is that a spider’s trapeze swaying from the ceiling?” (Photo by Violet Nesdoly)

COMPLAINT

Women’s work is never done…
The burner rings are caked with overflow.
Is there anything to eat?
Mom, there are no clean socks.

The burner rings are caked with overflow.
Is that a spider’s trapeze swaying from the ceiling?
Mom, there are no clean socks, and
We’re running out of milk.

Is that a spider’s trapeze swaying from the ceiling?
Please drive me to the mall, you said
We’re running out of milk.
I fell. It’s bleeding!

Please drive me to the mall. Oh no,
You forgot to load the dishwasher.
I fell. It’s bleeding!
Does this fridge smell?

Who forgot to run the dishwasher?
I think I paid that bill.
This fridge does smell.
I’d swear there’s something sticky on the floor.

I know I paid that bill.
Vacuum and dust, Company’s coming!
Mop up that something sticky on the floor.
These library books are due.

Vacuum and dust! Company’s coming –
Is there anything to eat?
These library books are overdue …
Women’s work is never done!

© Violet Nesdoly

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I see that today our Poetry Friday hostess is sharing a pantoum she wrote as part of a seven-pantoum challenge! What fun.

I love pantoums. That’s the form of the poem, above. The first one I ever read was “Julian at Ten” by Nelson Bentley. It was in the book Writing Personal Poetry (by Sheila Bender), and I was mesmerized. How did he do that—get that back-and-forth, swaying, sashaying sensation with words?

I tried my hand at writing one soon after. “Complaint” is probably the second one I wrote, written  some years ago now. I think I was already out of the thick of those mother-always-on-call years but they were still fresh in my mind.

Poetry Friday LogoThis post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Laura Purdie Salas at Writing the world for kids.

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2013 in Light, Pantoum, Poetry Friday

 

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Fruit Notes

Fruit Notes

She bathes in Bubblelicious Fuzzy Peach
towels off then spritzes Kiwi Melon Splash.
She chooses Mango Sunscreen for the beach
or Lemon Lime or Berries from her stash.

She balms her lips with Sour Cherry Twist
her body polish sparkles Groovy Grape.
She freshens up with Pomegranate Mist
(such well-fed skin will never turn to crepe).

Her hands are buttered Strawberries ‘n’ Cream
her hair is tousled with Pineapple Glaze
even her rooms smell like an Eden dream
Forbidden Fruit-soaked reeds stand in her vase.

Fresh, innocent, sweet, dangerous and more
Essence of Eve enchants her to the core.

© Violet Nesdoly

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Every month the website Poets Online features a new prompt. In January of 2010 the prompt was to write a poem about ‘fruit.’ While I was mulling over my fruit poem, I was also writing a monthly Poets Classroom column (that I wrote for about 18 months) on the topic of the sonnet. The two came together in this lighthearted sonnet, which was first published here in 2010, along with many other fruity poems.

Poetry Friday LogoI’m re-posting it today to share with the Poetry Friday crowd. Poetry Friday is hosted today by Tabatha Yeatts at her always intriguing blog The Opposite of Indifference.

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2013 in Form poems, Light, Poetry Friday, Sonnet

 

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Ocean Neighbourhood

Ocean Neighbourhood

Cuttlefish, Brittle Star, Bull Shark and Conch
Blowfish and Electric Eels
Grey Whales and Dogfish Sharks, Gastropods, Clams
Jellyfish, Orcas and Seals

Purple Sea Urchins, Sand Dollars and Squid
Octopus, Tuna and Sponge
Walrus and Angelfish, Right Whales and Blue
Nurse Sharks and Makos that lunge

Sea horses, Corals, Crustaceans and Krill
Man-of-War, Mollusks — I wish
Dugong my neighbor and Narwhal my friend . . .
Oh, if I only were fish!

© Violet Nesdoly

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Poetry Friday LogoWe only have to watch a few underwater videos or movies like Nemo to realize that an ocean neighbourhood is  not nearly as friendly or safe as this poem (a repost from February 2011)  would imply. But we can pretend, can’t we!

This poem is part of Poetry Friday hosted today by Laura at  Author Amok.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2013 in Kids, Light

 

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Circus Scandal

circus tent

CIRCUS SCANDAL

Emails, flyers, posters, letters
and a lot more bumf
advertised circus parade
real elephant’s galumph.
But the beast was clumsy, shy
a masked and costumed humf.
Cheated crowd wants money back
not ringmaster’s “Harrumph.”

© 2013 – Violet Nesdoly

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David Harrison’s Word of the Month challenge for June is “Harrumph.” The poem above is the result of trying to fit  into one poem all the words with the end rhyme ‘umf’ contained in my little rhyming dictionary.

(And yes, bumf and humf are real words.)

Why don’t you write a “harrumph” poem? Mr. Harrison welcomes submissions of harrumph poems to the W.O.M. page of his blog (post in comments) till the end of June.

poetry+friday+button+-+fulllNow for some real poetry, check out Poetry Friday, hosted this week by the always surprising Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2013 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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Loveliest of Trellis, the Chervonets Now

Foot-tree

Loveliest of Trellis, the Chervonets Now

Loveliest of trellis the chervonets now
Is hung with blooper along the boulder
And stands about the woolpack ridicule
Wearing whitleather for easting.

Now of my thresher yeast and tenancy
Twig will not come again.
And take from severalty springer a scorpion
It only leaves me figment more.

And since to look at thinker in blooper
Figment springer are little root
About the woolpack I will go
to see the chervonets hung with snuggery.

V. Nesdoly

My huge apologies to A. E. Housman, who wrote the original

(which I present to you now, along with a tree to match):

cherry tree in bloom

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

A. E. Housman

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National Poetry month made me do it—make a travesty of Mr. Housman’s lovely poem. Actually, it was inspired by the April 10th prompt on the Poets & Writers site:

Write a poem using the N+7 form, conceived of by the French poets of the Oulipo movement. Choose a text and replace each noun in that text with the noun occurring seven entries below it in your dictionary. Next, try the exercise with one of your own poems.

What is the Oulipo movement? According to Wikipedia, Oulipo was short for a French phrase roughly translated “Workshop of potential literature.” The movement consisted of a group of French-speaking writers and mathematicians who sought to create literary works using constrained writing techniques.

Some other Oulipo constraints:

Snowball
A poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer.

Lipogram
Writing that excludes one or more letters. The previous sentence is a lipogram in B, F, H, J, K, Q, V, Y, and Z (it does not contain any of those letters).

Prisoner’s constraint, also called Macao constraint
A type of lipogram that omits letters with ascenders and descenders (b, d, f, g, h, j, k, l, p, q, t, and y).

Palindromes
Sonnets and other poems constructed using palindromic techniques.

Univocalism
A poem using only one vowel, although the vowel may be used in any of its aural forms. For example, “born” and “cot” could both be used in a univocalism, but “sue” and “beau” could not.

poetry+friday+button+-+fulllThis post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem where you will find a  wealth of wonderful, proper, and no doubt some more silly poems too.

 
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Posted by on April 18, 2013 in Light, Poetry Friday

 

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