A Winter Poem

Poetry's not really my strong suit... at all. But I want free hot cocoa from the library so I will attempt to write a poem about the wintertime.

Here we go. Ahem. (Clear's throat)

 

Snow Falls and Melts by Kristin Telford

Snow falls

Creates stillness

In a chaotic world

For a moment

There is peace

Snow melts

Creates chaos

In a peaceful world 

No longer

Is it still 

See You Later, Alligator

Jeremy left on another trip the beginning of October. It was a quick trip. He had a one day balloon build in Wyoming, but he missed a few things while traveling and building.

There was the Grand Lunch at the elementary school. It is supposed to be like a grandparents sort of lunch but not everybody has grandparents near enough so the elementary school invites anyone "grand" in your life to come. I think that's sweet.

I noticed a while back that when Lucky brings a lunch from home, he writes part of "The Jabberwocky" on the outside of his lunch bag. He went through the whole poem and finished it the day of the Grand Lunch. 

Since I want to be like my kids, I thought I'd join in and wrote part of a poem (from my elementary school days) on my lunch bag that day. Tee Hee.

(I did miss celebrating Shel Silverstein's Birthday on September 25 due to being sick.) 

When it was time for Jet's lunch, I came over to join him and he got so excited to see me there, he was giggling. Awwww. I like that reaction. It makes me feel good when my children want to see and be with me. He asked if Daddy was there but I had to remind him that Daddy was on his trip.

That evening was Lucky's parent teacher conference with his teacher. Jeremy joined in on speakerphone as he was not physically able to be with us.

October 1 was Fire Pup Day so Lucky helped me make squid pups which we had with hot sauce.

When Jeremy got back from his trip, he made it home before the kids went to school, so he went when Jet asked him to take him to school. 

After school, Jeremy was busy getting ready for another trip, so when Jet came out of school, the first thing he did when he gave me a big hug, because that's our ritual after school, was ask, "Where is my Dad?" What a sweetie. He wants both parents.

That night I made curry because... comfort food. I wanted something welcoming for Jeremy. We had homemade sourdough on the side because... I'm learning.

Nichole's Fall Poem

Everything's falling,
Falling, falling.
Dead.

Bye, Summer Vacation

The kids and I decided to end Summer vacation the way we started it.  By going to play at a park.
First day of summer vacation:

Last day of summer vacation:

We also had ice cream which we didn't have the first day of vacation.

And since August 18 is Bad Poetry Day, there were bad poems written
by Nichole:
There was a glutton whose name was Ramone,
No doubt 'bout it, he was horrid.
True, the ladies loved him, the old crone.
This is his story, that glutton Ramone.
The thought of him makes me morbid.

by Jr.:
My mind is completely blank
I thought it stank.
I bout a lock picking kit
and that was it.
The End
No time to comprehend
These words I'll smother
in not, so you're my
evil mother!
I like erasers
if not, GIVE ME TAZERS!!!
I will make you morbid,
in not, horrid.
Once upon a time,
I will make you rhyme!

and by Jeremy:
The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log...

Bad Poetry Day 2014

Here's my poem this year:

Pick an object.
Write a bad poem.
Pick an object.
Write a bad poem.
Pick an object.
Write a bad poem
About it.


Here's Jeremy's:

My bad poem is called "Oink"
*Long pause*
And it goes like this...
*Long Pause*
Oink

Puppy Dog Eyes

Dog, 
Puppy,
Looking at me,
With those big puppy dog eyes.
I enter the room,
There you are.
Not long,
Off you go,
With those big puppy dog eyes.



It's Bad Poetry Day, August 18.  Above is my attempt at bad poetry.  I know.  I know.  It could be a lot worse.  I just didn't put that much effort into it.  Oh well.

I told the kids that it was bad poetry day and I wanted us to make some bad poems.  They were immediately concerned, thinking that bad poems use bad words in them.  No, no, no.  That's not what I meant.  I wouldn't put bad words into any poem.  So I tried to show them an example of a good poem versus a bad poem.
Good poem: (insert "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" here.  I didn't want to type it all out and you all know it)
Bad poem:
Twinkle twinkle, little star,
Don't fall.

Oh, okay.  So the kids were okay with that.  But they still thought bad poetry must mean talking about bad/mean things (like evil crystals or not liking people) or that bad poetry had to start with "Twinkle twinkle..."

Yeah, my kids are awesome.

I got the camera out and recorded the kids in action making bad poetry.  Here is one of Jr.'s:
Twinkle twinkle, little moon.
Don't shine.
Ever.  Ever.
Never ever.  Shine.
After night.  Before night.
And don't even be in space.
And go away from space.
And go away from Earth.

And Nichole was convinced poems have to rhyme (I remember thinking that as a kid).  Here's one of hers:
Twinkle twinkle, as the moon.
Do not fall at the doom.
You are evil.  So am I.
I do not like how much you are in the sky.
So, watch out for candy as you go by.
It's the evil thing as Earth is nigh.
United Earth.  United States.
All from the world, have an evil space.
To follow the evil crystal that curse you,
And that you may seek the special below you.
So your Earth or curse as it goes by
Watch out for purple, the evil crystal.  My.  By.
I lived on if you see an evil crystal in the sky.
Shoot it when it shoots you,
So as it falls you may capture it.
But don't touch it.  It will make you evil.
So as they tell this tale,
I'll tell you the weevil.

When Jeremy got home from work, he joined in the fun.  Here are a couple of his poems:
The words flowed around and through my head
like a buzzing fly attracted to my sweaty face
never settling, tickling the raw nerves of my creativity.
No matter how I wrestle with them, the participles dangle,
the adverbs are adverse, my objects have no direction,
and I find my adjectives are indescribable.
Until finally I yell at the confused forms swirling in my subconscious
saying: Bad poems! Bad! And I send them all to bed. (Of course they
come back out two minutes later asking for a drink of water).

Frog.
Sticky tongue frog.
If I stop licking you,
maybe my tongue won't be sticky.

Happy Bad Poetry Day from the Telfords!