More Magnetic Poetry

I had ONE comment from last week’s post asking for more, so thank you for the encouragement, Tracy. Here ya go:

#5

porcelain universe

   cold marble sky above

      blue corduroy ocean below

morning breeze brings peace

& we drink fresh coffee from a broken cup

haunted by a laughing velvet ghost

#6

at the book store

   sit & drink & hear

the latest in

   thick coffee philosophy

have some tequila

   and what the geeks talk about

almost makes sense

#7  (I gotta admit this one is REALLY weird)

no no

with full synergy power

   to pursue & embrace

this paradigm monster

   with opportunity

will sing globally

#8

the blues guitars must jam all night

the chick with platinum hair would

   dance to the sound of a cool time/buzz

the crowd would scream & almost explode

   with noise heavy as smoke

#9

my bosom friend

thy drunk farewell was loathsome to me

methinks thy thirst was quench’d with poison

hence your ghost shall be my lover

alas

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So there ya go folks. No more of these. I just might order me some of those kits, though. Then WATCH OUT!!

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Magnetic Poetry

I’ve always loved to play with words, and magnetic poetry was so much fun. I never really had a set, but there are various sites online where you can mess around with the words and have fun. One time I found a site that sold magnetic poetry kits in various genres. There was a list of words for each kit and I wrote several poems from each version. I had the idea of printing them up and cutting out the words separately and gluing them in an altered book. I may still do that. But for now I will share some of these poems. I didn’t mark them as to which version I used. There was original, Shakespeare, zen and some others. You might be able to guess which ones they are. There were no hyphens in the kits, so where I’ve put two words together, I’ve used the slant mark.

#1

bold little feline

always full of cunning grace

drink sweet milk from

                  special bowl

looks at me &

I can almost hear her talk

#2

I fly to dream/like

diamond paradise

bathe in dark red blood

drunk with moon/music

   goddess angel gaze down

she smile and whisper

   dance near evening flame

                    and burn

#3

imagine surreal harmony

through blue aesthetic smoke

            which feels empty

wild canvas creates

     an electric angel silhouette

           from angry paint

#4

I dream of Manhattan

& hurry downtown

   in cold glass taxi

the stars overwhelmed

   by neon sky of expensive smoke

my ugly garment

   a token of modern style

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Depending on what (if any) kind of reaction this gets, I might share some more of these next week. Toodles!

1960-1961

The random subject generator spit this one out: Write about yourself at age seven. I decided to write about the school year I turned seven. Some of it I’ve written about before, so it will be a bit of a skim job.

I started the first grade at Bethany Lutheran. I loved starting the day with singing a hymn, doing the pledge and then reciting our memory work assigned the day before. Every once in a while I will try to find my little book with the hymn verses and scriptures that we’d get our assignments from. Still can’t find it.

I absolutely loved being in a Christian school. I wasn’t a very good student though, and was a bit ambivalent about the teacher. I loved story time though. And sometimes she would play Shari Lewis records. I turned seven on Dec. 11, 1960. We moved from SoCal to Chico during Christmas vacation.

When we moved, there was no Lutheran school, so public school it was. I adored my teacher, Mrs. Norma Vanderley, who I’ve written about before. She’s the one who recommended to my parents that I get glasses. After that, I did better in school. I became a very good reader and my parents made sure I had plenty of books to read at home.

One of my favorite books in the whole world was Little Brown Bear. It was written by Elizabeth Upham and illustrated by Marjorie Hartwell. Published in 1942. I would guess it had been one of my cousin’s books, since he was quite a bit older than me. It had been well read when it came into my possession, but I took very good care of this book. I loved the stories and illustrations. I would read this book long after I’d outgrown that level. A couple of years ago I proudly brought it out to read to Lia and she had ZERO interest in it. Didn’t even let me get past the first sentence of the first story.

On the last day of school, Mrs. Vanderley gave chocolate ice cream bars to all the kids. At that time, my parents thought I was allergic to chocolate, so I had to refuse the ice cream. Mrs. Vanderley felt so sorry for me that she went to the teacher’s lounge and found me a bottle of orange soda pop. Which I proceeded to spill on my white blouse…*sigh*