Today's challenge was to write an insult poem. I've been having trouble with a grumpy, cantankerous boss, so this came easy...
Morning approaches
I'm filled with dread
Already replaying previous words that you've said
I work hard all of the night
You tear down my achievements like you flick off a light
Yet I'm still proud of what I've done.
So who do you think you are?
Did you buy a bed with dual bad sides?
Judging by your troll-like figure, it must be in the genes,
Your mother couldn't trade you for any magic beans
So she must have prayed to the gods to vex you
curse you
with a sour disposition
so that no one could stand you
Throw in a little gender confusion, just to be sure,
And here you are to torment me
My only question?
Who did I vex that would curse me to be in your presence?
-Justin M. Howe
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Poem a Day, Day 14
This challenge was a little different. There is a song by Feist called How My Heart Behaves. The challenge is to write a poem exchanging 'My Heart' for something else. So here's my go at it...
How My Fingers Behave
I stare at the blank screen before me
When all at once
a twitching
an itching
fingers begin to move
seemingly of their own accord
if they're writing well, I cannot guess
let others decide
if there's talent in
How My Fingers Behave
-Justin M Howe
How My Fingers Behave
I stare at the blank screen before me
When all at once
a twitching
an itching
fingers begin to move
seemingly of their own accord
if they're writing well, I cannot guess
let others decide
if there's talent in
How My Fingers Behave
-Justin M Howe
Poem a Day, Day 12
This one is a bit embarassing. The challenge was to write an apology poem. Funny thing is, This challenge came down the day after something I really, REALLY needed to apologize for. I only hope I found a few words that do justice to my shame...
You looked at me in shocked astonishment
hitting my heart like super-charged defibrillation
What day is it?
What's the date?
Worst screw up ever
Becoming a cliché
Like a bad sitcom
No way to recover
I love you so much
There was so much going on
Days blending together
No excuse
Can't blame you
I can't believe
I forgot
birthday
sorry?
I can't say I'm sorry
and think that's the end
I'm supposed to
adore you
cherish you
worship you
You are the center of my universe
somehow my orbit got askew
Life happens doesn't cut it
I want to be worthy of you
I want to cherish you
I do worship you
You inspire me
Yet I let you down
Again
I'm not worthy to love you
yet I do
I'm not worthy of your love
yet you still say you love me
I adore you
I will cherish you
I will worship you
It's what you deserve
It's what I will do
Don't worry
Ball's in my court
I won't let you down
I promise
I'm sorry...
-Justin M. Howe
You looked at me in shocked astonishment
hitting my heart like super-charged defibrillation
What day is it?
What's the date?
Worst screw up ever
Becoming a cliché
Like a bad sitcom
No way to recover
I love you so much
There was so much going on
Days blending together
No excuse
Can't blame you
I can't believe
I forgot
birthday
sorry?
I can't say I'm sorry
and think that's the end
I'm supposed to
adore you
cherish you
worship you
You are the center of my universe
somehow my orbit got askew
Life happens doesn't cut it
I want to be worthy of you
I want to cherish you
I do worship you
You inspire me
Yet I let you down
Again
I'm not worthy to love you
yet I do
I'm not worthy of your love
yet you still say you love me
I adore you
I will cherish you
I will worship you
It's what you deserve
It's what I will do
Don't worry
Ball's in my court
I won't let you down
I promise
I'm sorry...
-Justin M. Howe
Poem a Day, Day 11
The challenge for the eleventh day was to write a poem about something often overlooked. He was thinking inanimate object, and so did I.
A most vital tool
I eat from it when I am at work
Although some think it's cute
And others think it's silly
I can't think of a better way to
have a meal
Than from my Batman lunchbox
-Justin M. Howe
A most vital tool
I eat from it when I am at work
Although some think it's cute
And others think it's silly
I can't think of a better way to
have a meal
Than from my Batman lunchbox
-Justin M. Howe
Poem a Day, Day 10
OK, I let myself fall behind on the Poem a Day challenge. Let me just say life happened. So I apologize in advance for the barrage of blog posts that are soon to follow. I post 'em as I write 'em, so this might happen all at once or I might need to spread this out, anyway, on to the tenth challenge:
Day ten's challenge was to write about a location. For some reason, I couldn't come up with anything. What I wound up with is a quick no-brainer. I can't believe I agonized over this for days. Anyway, since this post is already longer than the poem itself...
At Home
The television is teaching us how to share
to read to think to cooperate
We laugh at different times
There's no place I'd rather be
Except maybe to turn this thing off
and go outside to play.
-Justin M. Howe
Day ten's challenge was to write about a location. For some reason, I couldn't come up with anything. What I wound up with is a quick no-brainer. I can't believe I agonized over this for days. Anyway, since this post is already longer than the poem itself...
At Home
The television is teaching us how to share
to read to think to cooperate
We laugh at different times
There's no place I'd rather be
Except maybe to turn this thing off
and go outside to play.
-Justin M. Howe
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Poem a Day, Day 9
Today’s challenge was to pick a word, any word, and write a poem about it or use it in different ways. Here’s my go at the word "community"
Community
A loaded word. Is a family a community?
If so, it’s the only one I’ve felt I belong
Is it your neighborhood?
How many people talk to their neighbors anymore?
We go to our cars, heads down
We got things to do
can’t talk
can’t relate
must MySpace
Community?
-Justin M. Howe
04/09/08
Community
A loaded word. Is a family a community?
If so, it’s the only one I’ve felt I belong
Is it your neighborhood?
How many people talk to their neighbors anymore?
We go to our cars, heads down
We got things to do
can’t talk
can’t relate
must MySpace
Community?
-Justin M. Howe
04/09/08
Poem a Day, Day 8
Today’s challenge was to use one of these two paintings:
Piazza D’Italia by Giorgio de Chirico
and
The Little Deer by Frida Kahlo
I chose to combine the two...
There’s a Storm Brewin’
There’s a storm brewin’
and you put it there
With your lies and your deals
"Meet me by the train station."
I saw you there, you didn’t see me
You were with...him.
I ran, hunters upon my back
I ran faster than I ever have...
They got me, seven eight nine times
with their arrows of truth
But you can’t keep me down
I will run back to you
And then you’ll see what this little deer
can do!
Inspired by the paintings
Piazza D’Italia by Giorgio de Chirico
and
The Little Deer by Frida Kahlo
-Justin M. Howe
04/09/08
Piazza D’Italia by Giorgio de Chirico
and
The Little Deer by Frida Kahlo
I chose to combine the two...
There’s a Storm Brewin’
There’s a storm brewin’
and you put it there
With your lies and your deals
"Meet me by the train station."
I saw you there, you didn’t see me
You were with...him.
I ran, hunters upon my back
I ran faster than I ever have...
They got me, seven eight nine times
with their arrows of truth
But you can’t keep me down
I will run back to you
And then you’ll see what this little deer
can do!
Inspired by the paintings
Piazza D’Italia by Giorgio de Chirico
and
The Little Deer by Frida Kahlo
-Justin M. Howe
04/09/08
Labels:
frida kahlo,
giorgio de chirico,
novel writing,
poetry
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Poem a day, Day 2
The challenge was to write a poem from the point of view of someone else, so naturally I chose...
Calli
After a year and a half
I know more than you think
You still seem surprised
when I know what you mean
I love you and love to snuggle
But right now I need to run
to play to bite things
Why did you take that away?
I will cry,
but I'll get over it
This world is too wonderful
to spend much time sad
-Justin M. Howe
04/02/08
Calli
After a year and a half
I know more than you think
You still seem surprised
when I know what you mean
I love you and love to snuggle
But right now I need to run
to play to bite things
Why did you take that away?
I will cry,
but I'll get over it
This world is too wonderful
to spend much time sad
-Justin M. Howe
04/02/08
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