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Sunday, October 18, 2015

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 19: Dear You


Fair warning: 
This will be really irreverent and possibly downright foolish. If that sounds way too inane to you, feel free to skip this piece! The form is described following the poem.
I've decided to do 26 lines, one for each letter of the alphabet. Some will be personal connections, some will be celebrities, some may even be characters. Dare you follow along? You have been warned, it may get pretty ridiculous!

Dear You

Dear Angus, thanks for the moon shot, it was a real eye opener. LMFAO!
Dear Ben, cheater cheater pumpkin eater. Disappointed.
Dear Cie, friends can tease each other, right? Prepare!
Dear Dylan, thank you for making my man Adam so happy. Hugs!
Dear Elvis, thankyouverymuch. Uh-huh-huh!
Dear Fae, I love you just the way you are. Acceptance!
Dear Gary Stu, I try not to write about guys like you. Sorry.
Dear Hank, I'm so glad you're my brother. Always!
Dear Illsa, you're always dreaming of naps like a sleepy cat. Lazy.
Dear John, wish you were still here to write more songs. Legend!
Dear Kitty, how do you manage to hog the entire bed? Cats...
Dear Leonard, thanks for all the great performances. Respect.
Dear Malcolm, I like you, but it's only platonic, because otherwise Cie would shank me. Ducking!
Dear Noobs on the Writing scene, welcome and keep at it. Encouragement!
Dear out and proud friends, way to fight the good fight. Bold!
Dear PANSI, the Netherworld still loves you. Diva!
Dear Quorthon, the world of music hasn't been the same since you went to the hall on high. Icon!
Dear Robert, the coffee was cold and so was my affection for you. Boring.
Dear Sarah, do you believe the world is better off without your brand of politics? Wingnut.
Dear Tom, it's too bad you turned out to be an asshole. Misanthrope.
Dear Ursula, I like Cappuccino, but I love you more. Sisters!
Dear Vince, the remake of Psycho wasn't bad, but that wedding movie was crashing fun! Cool.
Dear William, your sons made this world come alive. Electric!
Dear Xene, you mostly stay behind the scenes, but we still love you. Shy.
Dear Yeezy, you're actually not a bad guy but you'd be a better one if you'd shut your mouth. Ego.
Dear zany friends, thank you for letting me be a part of this insanity. Teammates!

~Illin' Illsa~

Notes:
From today's OctPoWriMo prompt

Hello again from your favorite structure anarchist! I yet again bring you something with form! Never fear, this one has nothing to do with counting!

Actually this is a form that I kinda made up one day for a poetry class in college, I call it the "Dear," form.

Once upon a time a friend and I were joking about our ex boyfriends at the beginning of poetry class and coming forth from that was what we wrote that day!

How to do it? 

Each line of the poem starts with "Dear (name)"
You get one line to say something to an ex or some significant love, example I did my ex boyfriend, my high school crushes, my (then) current boyfriend, my childhood love, etc. Anyways my list ended up to be about 17 names long.
For each name, you get one sentence plus one word (optional) Example: "Dear Steve, at least you made good coffee. Sorry."

Don't have a long enough list? You can go with a list like your bridesmaids, your best friends in college, deceased pets, etc. I've always liked doing this periodically with the same list to see if my feelings have changed towards any of the memories I have of these people. It's a nice reflective exercise I feel, personally I think it pairs well with a glass of wine.





Saturday, April 4, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day 3 & 4: Brittney's Loveless Fourteener Ode to Axe Man And Other Stuff

Axe Man's unrequited lust for Brittney has yet to be fulfilled

Brittney's Loveless Fourteener Ode to Axe Man And Other Stuff
by
Brittney (duh)
With lots of interruptions from various twits

Try though he might, Axe Man will never get into my pants
Although I don't wear pants, he still will never get a chance
In the nine years I've known Axe Man, he's never stopped trying
He's sure selling it hard, but that don't mean that I'm buying

PANSI (R) being sniffed by Leon, to her absolute horror
Aubvey (L)
Kung Fu Leopard (C)

PANSI says that Axe Man is just a big old blast feemer
I guess that it's true, plus he's a planner and a schemer
His plans always fall through though, because he's lacking in brains
Axe thinking is like going bowling without any lanes

Emrald doing a mystical dance with the assistance of Wheelz the Spider

Emrald says we ought to be writing about Malcolm Young

Our half-assed publicist, Cie Cheesemeister, preparing to combat some sort of spectral nuisance with a salt-filled pistol and a watermelon

She says that The Cheesemeister wants his praises to be sung

Admissibly, Malcolm is a damn great guitarist
Also in his favor: he doesn't make an ass of himself chasing after me like an idiot the way Axe Man does
The wings look cool, but The Cheesemeister looks like a fool the way she fawns over them...and the rest of him

As If I don't hear Cheesy praising Malcolm every night
They're the dorkiest couple, and that's being polite

Aubvey, with Spookley Punkin

Aubvey says I'm being rude, but I'm just telling the truth

Dr. Doo Doo and Doo Doo Girl, the Netherworld's resident Farmacists

Oh look, there goes Doo Doo Girl, flying higher than the roof

~Brittney~


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