I was inspired to write a sort-of review, thereby, sort of using today's prompt. I just bought some super fun Melissa and Doug Blendy Pens...

I've been creating more poems than I've been posting...

I've found some partial poems in my notebook, like this one:

poem, in progress

romanticism is a heart earned song I know

masochism is an art learned long ago

ammunition is a fart turned wrong real slow

it's just how life goes, I suppose.


then the cantor sings the first

but certainly not the last

with the banter he springs the worst

and purposefully sets the blast

and the laughter rings the worst

until permanently things have passed

it's just how life goes, I suppose.

No Matter

shall every be destroyed.

Even a cookie survives-

That one time,

as I pitter-pattered

with Your platter of cookies...

Well, I fumbled

And I stumbled

Before I tumbled.

I was troubled

as the pieces doubled, all crumbled and crumpled.

Humbled and puzzled,

Screams muffled

as I struggled with the smuggled, jumbled

treats and platter.

The latter

was flatter as it scattered and splattered,

all battered...

You should have heard the clatter!

I heard the laughter long after this disaster

of JUMBLED MATTER.

6 poems poeted, out of 25 possible poetic pieces

it seems I've been poetically constipated,

but it ain't so complicated.

Just couldn't find the time

to traipse through treasured tiny movie memories

of days we've danced through, no worries,

together in the moment,

and, now, in the past as I see it again

in a happy hue,

softening the harsh reality

of the cold that was to inevitably resurface

anyway,

what can I say

when I can't portray

what I think I might want to convey?

when words won't flow,

the thoughts, too slow

to tell of life and woe?

In Honour of Earth...

in awe of Her great beauty

but I see it on a screen-

that separates me

from what's real

what I see

makes me scream

stop the insanity!

Let Her be in love & peace

I missed many days due to business. But, alas, here is one using a fun prompt...

talking with a grump (title)

what? are you seriously looking at me now?

you did that before-

you yawned while you were talking

and it made a funny sound

and you looked at me

like I did it to you

what? are you seriously touching me now?

you do that all the time-

you come on over from across the room

and smack me an the leg

and you look at me

like I did it to you

what? are you seriously gonna forget our supper date?

well no-

you won't let me.

Here's a poem using a rhyme generator App....

The App is called...

Playing with Google search bar for today's inspiration.

Today's prompt was a Fourteener - http://www.napowrimo.net - which I started but haven't completed. So, there will be that. Here's today's poem:

My poem for today is very loosely based on today's poetry resource (*STOP and see below, #1) and the prompt, in so far as I mention "night" in the first line (*STOP and see below #2)....

Straight from the official NaPoWriMo 2015 site:
#1: In keeping with the theme of fun, our poetry resource for today is, well, less a resource than a diversion. You know how, when you go to search something in Google, the search box will automatically pre-populate with potential searches, based on your first few words? Sometimes, there’s a sort of serendipitous poetry to these automatically completed search terms, which leads us to Google Poetics, a website devoted to capturing these rare specimens and preserving them for posterity. 

#2: And now, our (as always, optional) prompt, provided to us by NaPoWriMo participant Carla Jones. Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information. Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do.

Without any further ado, the poem...

Last night I had the strangest dream...
There was a car and a girl and it went on and on for a bit and then a bit more.
I might have laughed if I had remembered how.
It's like that time with that tipped cow;
Legs a twitchin'
Body itching'
Stuck.
Done like dinner
Like the cow.
Ow.