April - Poetry Month - Day Nineteen - Sonnet

  

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am using this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

        

       S is for Sonnet, a happy place to be!

 

April - Poetry Month - Day Eighteen - Rap

  

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I'm using this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

Day Eighteen - R is for Rap

           I have no picture today; it's all in my mind and imagine it might be in yours, too, after reading. 

          I found the rhythm of the rap and a real one in order to get the main idea in my mind. This was a challenge but, I knew I wanted to say something about the many tragic shootings that have happened, are happening, past and present. I am sad that it seems little will continue to be done. 

Shots Here, There, Everywhere

 

Verse 1:

I'm just a baby in this game,

But it's time to speak up, ain't that lame?

Can't believe what they did at the school over there,

Just shots and screams through the air.

 

Chorus:

Every day is just another newsflash 

About bullets flying before we've made our last dash  

It's not so simple, but one thing I know for sure

We need a change today or forever be unsure

 

Verse 2: 

Cops rollin' up like it was yesterday 

All guns blazing with nothing else to say 

Parents kissing their babies goodbye 

Another day of hate gone awry 

 

(Chorus)

 

Bridge:

The world keeps turnin’, life goes on

Even though my dreams are almost gone.

When will this end? It's okay to fear.   

Tears in my eyes as I watch futility near. 

                                        Linda Baie © 

April - Poetry Month - Day Seventeen - Quatrain

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am using this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

The simple definition of a quatrain: "a piece of verse complete in four rhymed lines". Although I have read other places that say they do not have to rhyme.

I'm sharing an old poem shared before. I enjoyed writing it and the picture is my very own puffer fish shell, found long ago on an ocean trip.

 

If too hard to read:

Close Encounters - Advice?

 

And if you know a puffer fish

at times, they make a ball.

They float away from danger,

quite the smartest act of all.

 

No one can imagine hidden

in the amazing moon-like puff, 

is a prickle that more than tickles

and you’ll soon be feeling rough.

 

Don’t take a bite or lickle it.

It’ll stop your taste of any dish.

And you certainly cannot tickle it,

the pretty prickle puffer fish.

                         Linda Baie © 

April - Poetry Month - Day Sixteen - Picture Poem

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am planning to use this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

      Today I also have a second post. It's my turn to write the next line for the Progressive Poem. See that HERE!

      P is for Picture Poem, often returned to as a concrete or shape poem. Here's what I created!

Progressive Poem - Starting the Second Half!

       The Kidlit Progressive Poem was created by Irene Latham and is now being organized by Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche. A different poet adds a line each day for the month of April. This is my 7th year participating in the collaboration, and I am always inspired by the other poets who contribute and grateful they let me play along!

        It's Irene Latham's special creation from back in 2012, now carried on by Margaret Simon for a few years, a marvelous gathering of poets contributing poetic lines with loads of mindful answering a question, "What next?" as April move along. 

       I am receiving the handoff from Jone Rush MacCulloch and Carol Varsalona will continue the second half of April! I divided the lines into couplets but if someone believes it should differ, so be it. We're starting the downward spiral, the second half of the month. 

       Here is the poem so far along with my added line. . .   

Suddenly everything fell into place

like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.

When morning first poked me, I'd wished it away

my mind in the mist, muddled, confused.

Was this a dream, or reality, rousing my response?

The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising,

Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.

I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day.

My feet pull me outside and into the garden.           

Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that?  

A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover.      

A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over.    

I breathe—brave, quiet. Like a seed.        

as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me.    

Sunbeams guided me to the gate overgrown with wisteria   (Thanks, Jone)

where I spotted the note tied to the gate.

Carry on, Carol!

Thanks for joining me today. Here's the entire trail of poets!

April 1 Mary Lee Hahn, Another Year of Reading
April 2 Heidi Mordhorst, My Juicy Little Universe
April 3 Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference
April 4 Buffy Silverman
April 5 Rose Cappelli, Imagine the Possibilities
April 6 Donna Smith, Mainely Write
April 7 Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche
April 8 Leigh Anne, A Day in the Life
April 9 Linda Mitchell, A Word Edgewise
April 10 Denise Krebs, Dare to Care
April 11 Emma Roller, Penguins and Poems
April 12 Dave Roller, Leap Of Dave 
April 13 Irene Latham Live You Poem 
April 14 Janice Scully, Salt City Verse
April 15 Jone Rush MacCulloch
April 16 Linda Baie TeacherDance
April 17 Carol Varsalona, Beyond Literacy Link
April 18 Marcie Atkins
April 19 Carol Labuzzetta at The Apples in My Orchard 
April 20 Cathy Hutter, Poeturescapes
April 21 Sarah Grace Tuttle at Sarah Grace Tuttle’s Blog, 
April 22 Marilyn Garcia
April 23 Catherine at Reading to the Core
April 24 Janet Fagal, hosted by Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference
April 25 Ruth, There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town
April 26 Patricia J. Franz, Reverie
April 27 Theresa Gaughan, Theresa’s Teaching Tidbits
April 28 Karin Fisher-Golton, Still in Awe Blog
April 29 Karen Eastlund, Karen’s Got a Blog
April 30 Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, and Writing