A LAUNDRY TIP
By
Gregory K.
My underwear is now part blue
With blobs of pink and green.
Crayons in the wash are cool!!!
But they don’t get clothes clean.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sounds Like the End of a Friendship -- an onomatopoeia poem/a poem about sounds
SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF A FRIENDSHIP
by
Gregory K.
Onomatopoeia...
I wouldn’t want to be ya.
You bonk and bang.
You clack and clang.
You thwack and thunk.
You clop and clunk.
You burp and boom.
You zip and zoom.
You splat and splash.
You crack and crash.
It’s hard to have you hang around
When silence is my favorite sound.
Onomatopoeia...
So long now. I’ll see ya.
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by
Gregory K.
Onomatopoeia...
I wouldn’t want to be ya.
You bonk and bang.
You clack and clang.
You thwack and thunk.
You clop and clunk.
You burp and boom.
You zip and zoom.
You splat and splash.
You crack and crash.
It’s hard to have you hang around
When silence is my favorite sound.
Onomatopoeia...
So long now. I’ll see ya.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Poet Talks Back -- a poem about writing/a poem about poetry
THE POET TALKS BACK
by
Gregory K.
You tire of my puns and jokes?
My meter makes you groan?
You think my rhymes are over-ripe?
My wordplay makes you moan?
There’s little I can say except it really could be worse…
I could become a backwards bard and only write inverse.
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by
Gregory K.
You tire of my puns and jokes?
My meter makes you groan?
You think my rhymes are over-ripe?
My wordplay makes you moan?
There’s little I can say except it really could be worse…
I could become a backwards bard and only write inverse.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Monday, April 21, 2008
You Can't Keep the News from the Gnus -- a very silly poem/a gnu poem
YOU CAN'T KEEP THE NEWS FROM THE GNUS
by
Gregory K.
The new zookeeper called the zoo’s gnu keeper
And asked, “Have the gnus heard the news?
We’re getting new gnus
From a slew of new zoos
In a deal we just couldn’t refuse.”
The zoo’s gnu keeper told the new zookeeper,
“We needed new gnus at the zoo!
But I’m telling you
When I told each zoo gnu
The new gnu news the gnus said they knew!”
(This has been dubbed "the silliest poem" I've written by someone who has read most everything I've written. I take that as high praise!)
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by
Gregory K.
The new zookeeper called the zoo’s gnu keeper
And asked, “Have the gnus heard the news?
We’re getting new gnus
From a slew of new zoos
In a deal we just couldn’t refuse.”
The zoo’s gnu keeper told the new zookeeper,
“We needed new gnus at the zoo!
But I’m telling you
When I told each zoo gnu
The new gnu news the gnus said they knew!”
(This has been dubbed "the silliest poem" I've written by someone who has read most everything I've written. I take that as high praise!)
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
Poetry Break
Actually, in this case not a Poetry Break! but instead a break from poetry posts. Not that I have much to say other than to thank y'all for your comments and emails and links and for signing up for the poetry list and, of course, for reading here in any form or fashion. I must say that April is a lot of fun here for me, and the 'excuse' to spend writing time every day on poetry is also quite nice.
Other than that, I'm finding April a month like most others. But there's still time for that to change... and more poetry to come, too. And with that, I gotta book!
Other than that, I'm finding April a month like most others. But there's still time for that to change... and more poetry to come, too. And with that, I gotta book!
I Do Not Like My Haircut -- a poem about a bad haircut/a haircut poem
I DO NOT LIKE MY HAIRCUT
by
Gregory K.
I do not like my haircut.
I’ll never get another.
Or if I do, next time, for sure, it won’t be from my brother.
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by
Gregory K.
I do not like my haircut.
I’ll never get another.
Or if I do, next time, for sure, it won’t be from my brother.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Saturday, April 19, 2008
Testing My Nerves -- a poem about nerves/a math test poem
TESTING MY NERVES
By
Gregory K.
Shake.
Quake.
Dry mouth.
Sweaty hands.
Can’t relax, can’t rest --
It must be time for my math test.
Yep, that's another Fib (this one fitting in for both National Poetry Month and Math Awareness Month).
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By
Gregory K.
Shake.
Quake.
Dry mouth.
Sweaty hands.
Can’t relax, can’t rest --
It must be time for my math test.
Yep, that's another Fib (this one fitting in for both National Poetry Month and Math Awareness Month).
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Friday, April 18, 2008
There's a Closet in my Nightmare -- a poem about nightmares/a nightmare poem
THERE’S A CLOSET IN MY NIGHTMARE
By
Gregory K.
There’s a closet in my nightmare
With a door that’s open wide.
It gives a perfect view of all the scary things inside.
My hangs-up hang on hangers.
Anxious thoughts dart left and right.
A case of nerves up on a shelf grows bigger every night.
My worries clump in giant groups.
Each fear sits all alone.
Lurking in dark corners is the scary, great unknown.
I used to try to stay awake –
I’d play or read a book.
I didn’t want to fall asleep and have to take a look.
Still, every night my eyes would shut.
I’d drift to sleep and then…
My mind would soon be staring in that closet once again.
But then one night I realized
I could choose to close the door….
Now that closet in my nightmare just can’t scare me anymore.
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at the Well-Read Child this week. Meanwhile, I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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By
Gregory K.
There’s a closet in my nightmare
With a door that’s open wide.
It gives a perfect view of all the scary things inside.
My hangs-up hang on hangers.
Anxious thoughts dart left and right.
A case of nerves up on a shelf grows bigger every night.
My worries clump in giant groups.
Each fear sits all alone.
Lurking in dark corners is the scary, great unknown.
I used to try to stay awake –
I’d play or read a book.
I didn’t want to fall asleep and have to take a look.
Still, every night my eyes would shut.
I’d drift to sleep and then…
My mind would soon be staring in that closet once again.
But then one night I realized
I could choose to close the door….
Now that closet in my nightmare just can’t scare me anymore.
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at the Well-Read Child this week. Meanwhile, I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
My Toe -- a poem about a body part/a toe poem
MY TOE
By
Gregory K.
Does anyone know what I did with my toe?
I can’t seem to find it myself.
I’d taken it off to clean under the nail
Then put it up here on this shelf.
I put some clothes on and came back -- it was gone.
Now I’ve checked every room in the house.
I’m starting to think it was taken away
By our cat or our dog or a mouse.
I went to my dad and although he was sad,
He said, “Sorry, go check with your brothers.”
But no one has seen that poor little, lost toe....
Oh well. I still have nine others.
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By
Gregory K.
Does anyone know what I did with my toe?
I can’t seem to find it myself.
I’d taken it off to clean under the nail
Then put it up here on this shelf.
I put some clothes on and came back -- it was gone.
Now I’ve checked every room in the house.
I’m starting to think it was taken away
By our cat or our dog or a mouse.
I went to my dad and although he was sad,
He said, “Sorry, go check with your brothers.”
But no one has seen that poor little, lost toe....
Oh well. I still have nine others.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My Friend Michelle -- a friendship poem/a cartoon poem/a poem about a friend
MY FRIEND MICHELLE
by
Gregory K.
My friend Michelle is made of ink.
Her skin is green. Her teeth are pink.
Her right eye’s blue, her left’s maroon.
Yes, she’s a real, live girl cartoon.
When we go walking down the street,
I think we shock the folks we meet.
She always gets so much attention
Since she’s missing one dimension.
“I’m not so flat,” she likes to say,
“Although I know I’m drawn that way.”
Her friendship could not be replaced.
I hope she’ll never be erased.
While some folks keep their joy sedated,
Not Michelle, she’s animated.
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by
Gregory K.
My friend Michelle is made of ink.
Her skin is green. Her teeth are pink.
Her right eye’s blue, her left’s maroon.
Yes, she’s a real, live girl cartoon.
When we go walking down the street,
I think we shock the folks we meet.
She always gets so much attention
Since she’s missing one dimension.
“I’m not so flat,” she likes to say,
“Although I know I’m drawn that way.”
Her friendship could not be replaced.
I hope she’ll never be erased.
While some folks keep their joy sedated,
Not Michelle, she’s animated.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Halfway....
April's flying by, at least for me in the blogosphere. I've been having a grand old time reading, writing, and thinking poetry. Thanks to all y'all posting poetically (especially during Young People's Poetry Week, which this is), and particular thanks to all who've left comments or e-mailed me about my posted poems. It's appreciated!
A Doubleheader Sweep -- a doubleheader poem/a math poem/a concrete poem
It's another concrete poem, but this time I think layout won't be an issue....
A DOUBLEHEADER SWEEP
by
Gregory K.
won + won = too much fun.
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A DOUBLEHEADER SWEEP
by
Gregory K.
won + won = too much fun.
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Monday, April 14, 2008
My Brother Plays Accordion -- an accordion poem/a musical instrument poem
MY BROTHER PLAYS ACCORDION
By
Gregory K.
My life was really good, but then…
My brother “learned” accordion.
Some folks play it well, but sadly…
Not my bro – he plays it badly.
He puts his fingers on the keys
Then gives that beast a mighty squeeze.
Sounds emerge… but they’re not notes.
Instead, it sounds like angry goats
Plus honking horns and fighting cats
With just a pinch of screeching bats.
My parents don’t know what to say,
And both of them have gone quite gray.
We all so miss those days back when
Before there was accordion
When life was good without a care…
And my sister’s bagpipes filled the air.
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By
Gregory K.
My life was really good, but then…
My brother “learned” accordion.
Some folks play it well, but sadly…
Not my bro – he plays it badly.
He puts his fingers on the keys
Then gives that beast a mighty squeeze.
Sounds emerge… but they’re not notes.
Instead, it sounds like angry goats
Plus honking horns and fighting cats
With just a pinch of screeching bats.
My parents don’t know what to say,
And both of them have gone quite gray.
We all so miss those days back when
Before there was accordion
When life was good without a care…
And my sister’s bagpipes filled the air.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Tennis Doubles Trouble -- a tennis poem
TENNIS DOUBLES TROUBLE
by
Gregory K.
My doubles partner’s really bad.
We never win. It makes me mad.
I’d trade him but he’d get so sad.
I really I wish I never had
Teamed for doubles with my dad.
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by
Gregory K.
My doubles partner’s really bad.
We never win. It makes me mad.
I’d trade him but he’d get so sad.
I really I wish I never had
Teamed for doubles with my dad.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Read the Ending First -- a poem about reading/a poem about writing
READ THE ENDING FIRST
by
Gregory K.
Because you’ll read the ending first,
I wrote all this and then reversed.
I wrote all this and then reversed
Because you’ll read the ending first.
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by
Gregory K.
Because you’ll read the ending first,
I wrote all this and then reversed.
I wrote all this and then reversed
Because you’ll read the ending first.
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Friday, April 11, 2008
The Answer is a Waffle -- a breakfast poem
THE ANSWER IS A WAFFLE
by
Gregory K.
What’s my favorite breakfast food?
That’s easy to decide.
It’s eggs cooked over easy with some bacon on the side.
Although, it might be cereal.
Or maybe jam and toast.
Actually, it’s cream of wheat that I enjoy most.
Or maybe, come to think of it,
It’s bagels with some lox.
Or maybe pancakes. No, it’s fruit, cut up in bite size blocks.
Or wait a second. Let me think:
A restaurant buffet!
Or maybe it’s, well, I don’t know...
I guess I just can’t say.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems". And it's Poetry Friday today, so head on over to A Wrung Sponge for all this week's offerings (including sonnets!).
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by
Gregory K.
What’s my favorite breakfast food?
That’s easy to decide.
It’s eggs cooked over easy with some bacon on the side.
Although, it might be cereal.
Or maybe jam and toast.
Actually, it’s cream of wheat that I enjoy most.
Or maybe, come to think of it,
It’s bagels with some lox.
Or maybe pancakes. No, it’s fruit, cut up in bite size blocks.
Or wait a second. Let me think:
A restaurant buffet!
Or maybe it’s, well, I don’t know...
I guess I just can’t say.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems". And it's Poetry Friday today, so head on over to A Wrung Sponge for all this week's offerings (including sonnets!).
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
A Boy's First Crush -- a first crush poem/a poem about a crush
A BOY’S FIRST CRUSH
by
Gregory K.
Oh, my. Oh, my. It’s rocked my world.
My heart skips beats. My toes are curled.
I think my cerebellum’s twirled!
And all because I’ve just been girled.
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by
Gregory K.
Oh, my. Oh, my. It’s rocked my world.
My heart skips beats. My toes are curled.
I think my cerebellum’s twirled!
And all because I’ve just been girled.
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
If a Freight Train Carries Freight... -- a poem about words/a question poem
IF A FREIGHT TRAIN CARRIES FREIGHT…
By
Gregory K.
If a freight train carries freight,
Why can’t a school bus carry schools?
Does a seat belt carry seats just like a tool belt carries tools?
If garbage bags hold garbage,
Why don’t handbags all hold hands?
If newsstands sell the news to you, do bandstands sell you bands?
If house pets live right in your house,
Do carpets live in cars?
If Earthlings are us folks on Earth, do starlings live on stars?
It really isn’t clear to me
How words are formed and used.
I’m sure I’ll learn it all some day… but now I’m just confused.
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By
Gregory K.
If a freight train carries freight,
Why can’t a school bus carry schools?
Does a seat belt carry seats just like a tool belt carries tools?
If garbage bags hold garbage,
Why don’t handbags all hold hands?
If newsstands sell the news to you, do bandstands sell you bands?
If house pets live right in your house,
Do carpets live in cars?
If Earthlings are us folks on Earth, do starlings live on stars?
It really isn’t clear to me
How words are formed and used.
I’m sure I’ll learn it all some day… but now I’m just confused.
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008
My New Trampoline -- a trampoline poem/ a concrete poem
I believe this is my first attempt at posting original concrete poetry here on the blog (though I've posted a Douglas Florian concrete poem before), so if any of you have huge trouble reading this, I'd appreciate a heads up about browser/net related issues. It looks good on my computer, at least!
MY NEW TRAMPOLINE
by
Gregory K.
Hey, Look at I finally hang of
Mom! me now! got the
OW!
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MY NEW TRAMPOLINE
by
Gregory K.
Hey, Look at I finally hang of
Mom! me now! got the
OW!
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Monday, April 07, 2008
Head thataway!
Why not head on over to The Edge of the Forest for the jam-packed March/April edition? A whole bonus section of YA reviews along with the normal full complement of reviews (from picture books on up) AND so much more.
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