The challenge this week was to write poems about work or particular profession. Here are the results.
Jane Yolen left this poem in the comments.Here's what I'm offering up this week. Please forgive the little conceit at the end! (I just couldn't figure out how to wrap this one up. Once that line stuck in my head, I was sunk.)The Best-Selling Author
Laura of Author Amok also left a poem in the comments.
Getcha red hot metaphors here,
Your poetry stretches line by line.
Yes, you can handle the similes
I think you’ll find they’re rather fine.
Alliteration always sells,
Even in recessions,
But slant rhymes are another kettle
Of fish, of flesh, of fissions.
I’ve got some second-hand paragraphs,
Some small, used punctuations
Suitable for a senior prom
And for most graduations.
And pssst, if you will come back here,
You’ll find that you’re in luck.
I’ve got some first class sentences
That just fell off the truck.
c 2009 Jane Yolen, all rights reservedSTORY LADY
Laura Purdie Salas left this poem in the comments.
Mom drags me to the bookstore every Saturday.
I grump and groan,
complain and moan,
“Can’t I stay home and play?”
She puts her yellow apron on,
with its shiny flowers.
“Make yourself comfy,” she says. “We’ll be here a few hours.”
I straighten the tiara that sparkles on her hair
So she can be Queen Barbara Jean -- Story Lady Extraordinaire.
When we go in the bookstore, kids rush up and hug her.
They shout, “Story Lady! Barbara Jean!” acting like they love her.
Mom stands on a small platform and takes out her guitar.
Kids smoosh and squish to sit in front, as if my mom’s a star.
Mom sings about a car. The audience goes, “Vroom!”
They honk like horns. They beep and laugh. Those kids shout, “Crash!” and “Boom!”
Then Mom puts on her glasses. She opens a big book.
Thirty kids lean toward her, trying to get a look.
I sit in the back and yawn. I’ve heard this book before.
Mom must have read it 50 times to kids at this bookstore.
When we’re home alone tonight, we’ll have a cup of tea
And Mom will read a special book to no one else but me.
We’ll hold the book on our laps, so no one blocks my view.
And Mom will say, “You’re my best audience. This book is just for you.”Old Yeller
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater left this poem in the comments.
I’m right-on-time dependable.
I rarely whine or fuss.
I get them to their school on time
But they’re not happy. Plus
They sometimes—oops—have accidents,
Or spill their lunch, or cuss!
They hate to see me pulling up—
It sucks to be the bus.
--Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reservedSnowflake Designer
She’s quick.
She’s careful.
She makes no mistakes.
She’s cool.
She’s quiet.
She does what it takes.
Each winter
she sketches
she measures
she makes
flakes
and flakes
and flakes
and flakes.
(If she finds a double
she takes it and breaks it.)
My Job (24/7)It's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the list.
Hand holder
Clothes folder
Costume maker
Cookie baker
Meal feeder
Troop leader
Chauffer driver
High fiver
First teacher
Top-shelf reacher
Back rubber
Face scrubber
Tear wiper
Pied piper
Leaf raker
Morning waker
Shoe lacer
Go-kart racer
Hurt healer
Kiss stealer
Secret keeper
Ice cream heaper
Party thrower
Answer knower
Book reader
Dream seeder
Tired mom
Who's the bomb?
I love these!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is one I wrote a while ago...
ReplyDeleteSnowflake Designer
She’s quick.
She’s careful.
She makes no mistakes.
She’s cool.
She’s quiet.
She does what it takes.
Each winter
she sketches
she measures
she makes
flakes
and flakes
and flakes
and flakes.
(If she finds a double
she takes it and breaks it.)
PUBLIC LIBRARIAN
ReplyDeleteAt her fingertips--
explanation,
calculation,
information,
documentation.
From her lips--
brief summations,
recommendations,
implications,
conversations.
What makes her good--
imagination,
dedication.
What she lacks--
appreciation,
compensation.
Have one called Library Lady: http://maclibrary.edublogs.org/2009/09/11/poetry-friday-work-poem/
ReplyDeleteNOSEY NEIGHBOR?
ReplyDeleteI’M NOT YOUR NOSEY NEIGHBOR,
I LOOK TOWARD YOUR HOUSE ‘TIS TRUE,
‘CAUSE IN FACT I’M GAZING
INTO THE WILD BLUE.
I AM THE WEATHER EXPERT.
TWILL RAIN OR NOT FOR YOU?
I RUMINATE, I WONDER,
SKIES GRAY OR SUNNY VIEW?
YOU ASK ABOUT A PICNIC,
NOW THIS DAY OR THE NEXT?
IF I PICK THE WRONG ONE,
FOR SURE I WILL BE VEXED.
HARRY’S KNEE IS THROBBIN’,
ELMIRA’S CORNS ARE SORE,
A LIVING INDICATION
WHEN THERE’S RAIN IN STORE.
AND IF OLD ZEB IS YOWLING
STORMY WINDS ARE BREWING.
BEST YE HEED THE WARNING,
HEAVEN’S WRATH IS STEWING.
POWERFUL SIGNS, WHAT WONDERS
ACROSS THE TROPOSPHERE.
UNFORGIVING NATURE’S
PHOTOGENIC PAGEANT FEAR.
MONOLITHIC CLOUD FORMS
LOOM MAJESTIC OVER
EVERY WAKING NERVE END
FERTILE SEED AND SOWER.
NO,
I’M NOT YOUR NOSEY NEIGHBOR,
I LOOK TOWARD YOUR HOUSE ‘TIS TRUE,
‘CAUSE IN FACT I’M GAZING
INTO THE WILD BLUE.
Cindy Blair
These are all great! Trisha I really love yours. It has made this tired mom all the more appreciative of the good parts of our #1 job! "Dream seeder" is my favorite line.
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