TIRED
By
Gregory K.
I’m tired of reading.
My books are so boring.
I’m tired of sports,
All that running and scoring.
I’m tired of sleeping.
Who needs all that resting?
I’m tired of laughing.
I want no more jesting.
I’m tired of eating --
I’m so bored of chewing.
I’m tired of people
And how-do-you-doing.
I’m tired of learning:
It's far from exciting.
I’d tell you some more...
But I’m too tired of writing.
Thanks, y'all, for joining me for my April poem-a-day postings (of which this is the last). Links to all my blogged poems are over to the right -- under the headline The Poems -- and it's getting to be quite a nice sized list! Now, as noted, I really am tired... so I gotta book. See you in May!
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Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Chocolate Mousse! -- a dessert poem and a chocolate poem
CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!
By
Gregory K.
It’s creamy and dreamy – a chocolaty treat.
Like rich, whipped-up pudding that’s so fun to eat.
Just give me a bowl and I know that you’ll find...
Only a moussetache will be left behind!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
It’s creamy and dreamy – a chocolaty treat.
Like rich, whipped-up pudding that’s so fun to eat.
Just give me a bowl and I know that you’ll find...
Only a moussetache will be left behind!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 28, 2007
Book Report on The Dictionary - a homework poem/a dictionary poem/a book report poem
BOOK REPORT ON THE DICTIONARY
by
Gregory K.
I found the plot missing,
The dialog weak.
I kept waiting and waiting for someone to speak.
The characters bored me.
In fact, there weren’t any!
The jokes were not funny, and there weren’t too many.
The book started slowly.
The middle lacked energy.
And what type of ending is “zymotic, zymurgy”?
The authors have talent
But need to refine it...
'Cause if there's a point here, they failed to define it.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I found the plot missing,
The dialog weak.
I kept waiting and waiting for someone to speak.
The characters bored me.
In fact, there weren’t any!
The jokes were not funny, and there weren’t too many.
The book started slowly.
The middle lacked energy.
And what type of ending is “zymotic, zymurgy”?
The authors have talent
But need to refine it...
'Cause if there's a point here, they failed to define it.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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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Friday, April 27, 2007
How I Save Money -- a money poem and a saving poem
HOW I SAVE MONEY
By
Gregory K.
My parents always tell me “Saving money is the key!”
So I’ve figured out a lot of ways that saving works for me.
Today, in fact, I saved a dollar eight from being sad --
I used it for some candy, and I know that made it glad.
Last week, I saw some quarters in a fountain at the mall…
So I saved them all from drowning (then they bought a basketball).
My allowance funds get lonely, but I save them if I spend ‘em,
And I get them into registers where lots of bills befriend ‘em.
And just the other day I bought … well… I don’t know what you call it,
But I saved two twenty dollar bills from rotting in dad’s wallet.
I know a lot of other tricks, but I don’t want to bore you…
Instead just send me all your cash. I’ll gladly save it for you!
Happy final Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month. Go check out the collected links nicely gathered up over on A Wrung Sponge.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
My parents always tell me “Saving money is the key!”
So I’ve figured out a lot of ways that saving works for me.
Today, in fact, I saved a dollar eight from being sad --
I used it for some candy, and I know that made it glad.
Last week, I saw some quarters in a fountain at the mall…
So I saved them all from drowning (then they bought a basketball).
My allowance funds get lonely, but I save them if I spend ‘em,
And I get them into registers where lots of bills befriend ‘em.
And just the other day I bought … well… I don’t know what you call it,
But I saved two twenty dollar bills from rotting in dad’s wallet.
I know a lot of other tricks, but I don’t want to bore you…
Instead just send me all your cash. I’ll gladly save it for you!
Happy final Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month. Go check out the collected links nicely gathered up over on A Wrung Sponge.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 26, 2007
Only four to go...
Yes, only four more poems to finish off the month of April's "poem a day" extravaganza. I view this with a mix of sadness and relief, I'll admit. One big personal goal for me in doing the public posting was to "force" myself to make more time for poetry writing. This was ultimately successful, but I it was a rocky start! As y'all can likely guess, I love me poetry... but it's not the only writing I do, and it often takes a back seat. This month it started driving again, and it's been a hoot. But coming up with solid poems that I want to share with y'all... well... I don't think I'd want to do that every day in May, too!
Still, while May will bring the return of more typical GottaBook posting... that mix includes Fibbisnhess, Oddaptations, and, you guessed it, poetry! Some things never change, even if they don't happen daily.
Oh, and thanks for coming along for the April ride!
Still, while May will bring the return of more typical GottaBook posting... that mix includes Fibbisnhess, Oddaptations, and, you guessed it, poetry! Some things never change, even if they don't happen daily.
Oh, and thanks for coming along for the April ride!
My Balloon -- a balloon poem
MY BALLOON
By
Gregory K.
“Why, oh why, oh why, oh why????
Oh, please come back!” I moan and sigh.
I jumped but you had gone too high.
Now you’re flying in the sky.
I think I’m really gonna cry….
Goodbye, my poor balloon. Goodbye.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
“Why, oh why, oh why, oh why????
Oh, please come back!” I moan and sigh.
I jumped but you had gone too high.
Now you’re flying in the sky.
I think I’m really gonna cry….
Goodbye, my poor balloon. Goodbye.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 25, 2007
My Friend Eileen -- a friendship poem and a food poem
MY FRIEND EILEEN
by
Gregory K.
My friend Eileen is made of food.
She’s always fresh and never chewed.
When we go walking down the street,
I think we shock the folks we meet.
Yes, lots of people stop and stare
And say “my word, that’s broccoli hair!”
It sits atop her apple head
With cherry eyes, so deep and red.
Her legs are herbs that grow in rows
She walks around on tater toes.
Her arms are crackers, great to munch.
She’d give you any part for lunch.
There’s nothing she won’t do for you --
Eileen is great... and tasty, too!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
My friend Eileen is made of food.
She’s always fresh and never chewed.
When we go walking down the street,
I think we shock the folks we meet.
Yes, lots of people stop and stare
And say “my word, that’s broccoli hair!”
It sits atop her apple head
With cherry eyes, so deep and red.
Her legs are herbs that grow in rows
She walks around on tater toes.
Her arms are crackers, great to munch.
She’d give you any part for lunch.
There’s nothing she won’t do for you --
Eileen is great... and tasty, too!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 24, 2007
The Fraction Store -- a math poem
THE FRACTION STORE
by
Gregory K.
I bought a quarter pound of eighths.
I bought an ounce of thirds.
I filled a bag with seventeenths that I will feed the birds.
I found a ninth of thirty-eighths.
I grabbed a single half.
The sixths and fifths were one-fourth off, and that caused me to laugh.
As I prepared to pay my bill,
Well, that’s when things got strange.
Although they’re selling fractions there, they cannot figure change.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I bought a quarter pound of eighths.
I bought an ounce of thirds.
I filled a bag with seventeenths that I will feed the birds.
I found a ninth of thirty-eighths.
I grabbed a single half.
The sixths and fifths were one-fourth off, and that caused me to laugh.
As I prepared to pay my bill,
Well, that’s when things got strange.
Although they’re selling fractions there, they cannot figure change.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 23, 2007
Non-poetically speaking...
It's turned out to be a good thing I've been posting poetry this month, as I've not had much time for much else. Plus, so much has been going on in the kidlitosphere, and I've been soooo behind that I just wanted to share a small sampling....
The Disco Mermaids have their contest winner! Lisa Yee had a contest and I totally missed linking to it. So just read her blog and find it AND be entertained while looking. Elaine is matching me poem for poem in April (and sharing her copious poetry knowledge, too). Cheryl has a great list of poetry quotesto help celebrate the Month. Alan Silberberg posted his cool Pond Scum book trailer. MotherReader has announced the Second Annual 48 Hour Book Challenge!
And finally... Happy Birthday, Fuse!
The Disco Mermaids have their contest winner! Lisa Yee had a contest and I totally missed linking to it. So just read her blog and find it AND be entertained while looking. Elaine is matching me poem for poem in April (and sharing her copious poetry knowledge, too). Cheryl has a great list of poetry quotesto help celebrate the Month. Alan Silberberg posted his cool Pond Scum book trailer. MotherReader has announced the Second Annual 48 Hour Book Challenge!
And finally... Happy Birthday, Fuse!
I Lost My Voice -- a voice poem/a baby brother poem
I LOST MY VOICE
by
Gregory K. Pincus
This morning when I first got up, I knew I’d lost my voice.
I truly couldn’t make a sound (which made my sis rejoice).
I’d had my voice the night before. I wondered where it went.
I checked my floor, beneath the bed, inside the heating vent.
I peeked in every dresser drawer. I looked both high and low.
I figured it was somewhere near, but where I didn’t know.
I searched and searched until I screamed in vain in great frustration…
But then I heard my voice, and it was deep in conversation!
My voice was with my father in the kitchen down the hall,
And I have to say I didn’t like the words it spoke at all.
I hurried to the kitchen, and I peeked in through the door.
And what I saw is something that I’d never seen before.
I still can’t quite believe it, but there’s just no way around it...
I lost my voice this morning, and my baby brother found it!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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. Pincus
This morning when I first got up, I knew I’d lost my voice.
I truly couldn’t make a sound (which made my sis rejoice).
I’d had my voice the night before. I wondered where it went.
I checked my floor, beneath the bed, inside the heating vent.
I peeked in every dresser drawer. I looked both high and low.
I figured it was somewhere near, but where I didn’t know.
I searched and searched until I screamed in vain in great frustration…
But then I heard my voice, and it was deep in conversation!
My voice was with my father in the kitchen down the hall,
And I have to say I didn’t like the words it spoke at all.
I hurried to the kitchen, and I peeked in through the door.
And what I saw is something that I’d never seen before.
I still can’t quite believe it, but there’s just no way around it...
I lost my voice this morning, and my baby brother found it!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 22, 2007
There's Something in the Trash Can -- a poem of mystery!
THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE TRASH CAN
by
Gregory K.
There's something in the trash can.
It's moving. Do you hear it?
It's kind of a rumbling.
Or maybe it's mumbling.
Whatever it is... don't get near it.
There's something in the trash can.
It's moving! I fear the worst.
It might be a rat!
Or it could be the cat.
I guess we should check.... You go first.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 something in the trash can.
It's moving. Do you hear it?
It's kind of a rumbling.
Or maybe it's mumbling.
Whatever it is... don't get near it.
There's something in the trash can.
It's moving! I fear the worst.
It might be a rat!
Or it could be the cat.
I guess we should check.... You go first.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 21, 2007
Lice! -- a lice poem
LICE!
by
Gregory K.
Lice.
Lice.
I just don’t like lice.
They lurk in your hair like some small, living rice.
They’re itchy and scratchy – those louse are not nice!
They’re hard to get rid of, like pimples or mice.
They crawl onto others without asking twice.
So if you get louses… excuse me… get lice,
Don’t go off to school or to other folks' hice!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
Lice.
Lice.
I just don’t like lice.
They lurk in your hair like some small, living rice.
They’re itchy and scratchy – those louse are not nice!
They’re hard to get rid of, like pimples or mice.
They crawl onto others without asking twice.
So if you get louses… excuse me… get lice,
Don’t go off to school or to other folks' hice!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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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Friday, April 20, 2007
The Carnival!!! (and Book Talk, too)
Jen Robinson is hosting the 13th Carnival of Children's Literature, and it's a doozy! My goodness how this thing has grown. Great links abound, and I'd betcha that some of them go to blogs you don't know... and won't stop reading now that you do.
And if that's not enough, my April Book Talk column is up at the dynamite momready.com site. Go on. Go check things out. I'll be back tomorrow with... a poem!
And if that's not enough, my April Book Talk column is up at the dynamite momready.com site. Go on. Go check things out. I'll be back tomorrow with... a poem!
I've Turned Magnetic -- a science poem
I'VE TURNED MAGNETIC
by
Gregory K.
I wish I could've turned athletic,
But just my luck... I've turned magnetic.
Paper clips fly up to greet me.
Nails, it seems, can't wait to meet me.
I'm sticking to the baby's stroller.
Look at me, I'm so bi-polar.
I make the TV super active.
At least the spoons find me attractive.
The phone's for me? What's that you say?
Why don't I come out to play?
I think I'll have to join you later...
I'm stuck on our refrigerator.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I wish I could've turned athletic,
But just my luck... I've turned magnetic.
Paper clips fly up to greet me.
Nails, it seems, can't wait to meet me.
I'm sticking to the baby's stroller.
Look at me, I'm so bi-polar.
I make the TV super active.
At least the spoons find me attractive.
The phone's for me? What's that you say?
Why don't I come out to play?
I think I'll have to join you later...
I'm stuck on our refrigerator.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 19, 2007
-Er Questions -- a question poem
-ER QUESTIONS
by
Gregory K.
If I love to eat then you’d call me an eater.
If I play and cheat then you’d call me a cheater.
So if I make broth would you call me a brother?
And if I like moths would you call me a mother?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
If I love to eat then you’d call me an eater.
If I play and cheat then you’d call me a cheater.
So if I make broth would you call me a brother?
And if I like moths would you call me a mother?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Excuse Me While I Paint the Sky -- a painting poem
EXCUSE ME WHILE I PAINT THE SKY
by
Gregory K.
I do not like the sky today.
It’s got a greyish hue.
I guess I’ll get my paint brush out
And turn it back to blue.
I think my paint’s the perfect shade
To make a gorgeous sky.
Now I’m not sure my brush can reach...
But still I gotta try.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I do not like the sky today.
It’s got a greyish hue.
I guess I’ll get my paint brush out
And turn it back to blue.
I think my paint’s the perfect shade
To make a gorgeous sky.
Now I’m not sure my brush can reach...
But still I gotta try.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 17, 2007
The Perfect Pillow -- a sleeping and dreaming poem
THE PERFECT PILLOW
by
Gregory K.
I have a perfect pillow, and I use it every night.
The moment I lay down on it, I’m out just like a light.
It’s not too soft and not too firm. It’s not too high or low.
It doesn’t have a hollow where my head is forced to go.
It lets me snooze and deeply doze. I sleep the whole night through...
But the reason it’s so perfect is it makes my dreams come true.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
I have a perfect pillow, and I use it every night.
The moment I lay down on it, I’m out just like a light.
It’s not too soft and not too firm. It’s not too high or low.
It doesn’t have a hollow where my head is forced to go.
It lets me snooze and deeply doze. I sleep the whole night through...
But the reason it’s so perfect is it makes my dreams come true.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Monday, April 16, 2007
Asher's ARC!
I interrupt the daily poetry for very little, but what better reason than free stuff AND comedy? Exactly. So head on over to the Disco Mermaids blog and enter the contest to win an ARC of Jay's gonna-be-a-smash Thirteen Reasons Why. And even if you don't want to enter, go read, cuz it's a FUNNY contest, tooooooo. Go on. Go win.
Things I Would Not Eat or Drink -- a (non) food poem
THINGS I WOULD NOT DRINK OR EAT
by
Gregory K.
Marbles
Ashes
Broken Glass
Newsprint
Quarters
Fresh mown grass
Roaches
Elbows
Maps of Spain
T-shirts
Sneakers
Acid rain
Surfboards
Carpet
Chain link fence
Soupspoons
Napkins
Circus tents
Soap scum
Dandruff
Hoover Dam
Clorox
Ear wax
Deep fried Spam
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
Marbles
Ashes
Broken Glass
Newsprint
Quarters
Fresh mown grass
Roaches
Elbows
Maps of Spain
T-shirts
Sneakers
Acid rain
Surfboards
Carpet
Chain link fence
Soupspoons
Napkins
Circus tents
Soap scum
Dandruff
Hoover Dam
Clorox
Ear wax
Deep fried Spam
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Always Read the Invitation -- a party poem/an invitation poem
ALWAYS READ THE INVITATION
by
Gregory K.
I’m wearing a gigantic nose.
And silly glasses? Yep, got those.
I’ve even got a squirting rose.
I’m a clown named “Mr. Smarty.”
Now everybody’s watching me
Like I’m the strangest thing they see.
And I don’t know why that should be.
Oh... it’s not a costume party.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I’m wearing a gigantic nose.
And silly glasses? Yep, got those.
I’ve even got a squirting rose.
I’m a clown named “Mr. Smarty.”
Now everybody’s watching me
Like I’m the strangest thing they see.
And I don’t know why that should be.
Oh... it’s not a costume party.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 14, 2007
A report from the field...
Today was the SCBWI-LA Writer's Day, and, as always, a fine day it was. Learning, socializing, and brownies all in one place. What's not to like? To top it all off, I got to hang out with some blogging pals! Among the blogging folk who I got to rub more than cyber-shoulders with for a few seconds... Tina Nichols Coury (and thanks for letting me hold your Rushmore!), Mary Peterson, Rita Crayon Huang, all three Disco Mermaids, and speakers Lisa Yee and Cheryl Klein, both of whom seem to me to have mastered the art of entertaining while imparting knowledge. Good times, indeed.
I'm looking forward to the summer SCBWI Conference where I expect to meet so many bloggers that listing them is out of the question!
I'm looking forward to the summer SCBWI Conference where I expect to meet so many bloggers that listing them is out of the question!
My Neighbor -- a smiley face poem
MY NEIGHBOR
By
Gregory K.
My neighbor is a smiley face.
He has no legs, just floats in space.
So there’s one way to make him frown...
You simply turn him upside down.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By
Gregory K.
My neighbor is a smiley face.
He has no legs, just floats in space.
So there’s one way to make him frown...
You simply turn him upside down.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Friday, April 13, 2007
Diary of a Bad Week -- a school poem/a bad week at school poem/a diary poem
Oooh, a Poetry Friday the 13th, and me without a triskaidekaphobia poem (but check the links Liz has round up today to see if others have one). Bad Greg. Bad. So in keeping with the "bad" theme...
DIARY OF A BAD WEEK
by
Gregory K.
Monday: Failed to pay attention...
After school I had detention.
Tuesday: Said things I lamented...
Apologized but was detented.
Wednesday: Won school stairway race!
After school, the same old place.
Thursday: Pulled a classic trick...
Faked an illness; stayed home sick.
Friday: Food fight! Man, what fun!
From the school watched setting sun.
Weekend: This just makes me cry...
I’ve been grounded. Don’t know why.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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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DIARY OF A BAD WEEK
by
Gregory K.
Monday: Failed to pay attention...
After school I had detention.
Tuesday: Said things I lamented...
Apologized but was detented.
Wednesday: Won school stairway race!
After school, the same old place.
Thursday: Pulled a classic trick...
Faked an illness; stayed home sick.
Friday: Food fight! Man, what fun!
From the school watched setting sun.
Weekend: This just makes me cry...
I’ve been grounded. Don’t know why.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 12, 2007
A Bird's Perspective -- a point of view poem
A BIRD'S PERSPECTIVE
by
Gregory K.
"Everyone came to my bash," said the bird.
"I'm adored, as this party confirms.
Nobody hates me.
Everybody likes me.
I guess that I'll go eat some worms!"
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
"Everyone came to my bash," said the bird.
"I'm adored, as this party confirms.
Nobody hates me.
Everybody likes me.
I guess that I'll go eat some worms!"
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
The Fowl Ball -- a party poem
THE FOWL BALL
by
Gregory K.
I went to the Fowl Ball
Held at stately Barnyard Hall.
The Chicken came. The Duck did not.
The Pheasant danced the Turkey Trot.
The Rooster grabbed the microphone.
The Hen performed on slide trombone.
We laughed and played, a happy group....
And danced until we flew the coop.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
I went to the Fowl Ball
Held at stately Barnyard Hall.
The Chicken came. The Duck did not.
The Pheasant danced the Turkey Trot.
The Rooster grabbed the microphone.
The Hen performed on slide trombone.
We laughed and played, a happy group....
And danced until we flew the coop.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Last Tuesday, Second and Third Periods -- a school poem
LAST TUESDAY, SECOND AND THIRD PERIODS
by
Gregory K.
Alas.
I’m in a class
Where the time just will not pass.
Tick tock.
It’s like a lock
Has been placed upon the clock.
Oh no.
I wanna go.
Time has never moved so slow.
Bell rings!
What joy that brings.
I can move to other things.
Alas.
Another class.
And the time, again, won’t pass.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
Alas.
I’m in a class
Where the time just will not pass.
Tick tock.
It’s like a lock
Has been placed upon the clock.
Oh no.
I wanna go.
Time has never moved so slow.
Bell rings!
What joy that brings.
I can move to other things.
Alas.
Another class.
And the time, again, won’t pass.
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Monday, April 09, 2007
Popping in to pop off....
If you're expecting drama, you've got the wrong guy -- I just liked the sound of that subject line. It's a very odd thing: I've been posting every day, but I feel like I've been absent from these parts for most of the month. I'm sure in years to come, many different Blogging Syndromes will be discovered, as I think most of us realize that there are certain... uh... addictive and seductive qualities to blogging that create deeper sensations than you'd expect. So I suspect this feeling I have will be named in due time. Y'all are welcome to take a crack at it, or maybe we should save it for a future contest!
Anyway, I think I simply popped in to hear myself type. And it sounds good to me!
Anyway, I think I simply popped in to hear myself type. And it sounds good to me!
A Coffee Poem
DAD HAS A BAD CUP OF COFFEE AT A ROADSIDE DINER….
By
Gregory K.
“This tastes like mud!” my father said.
“There should have been a warning!”
I thought there was. The menu said,
“Our coffee’s ground each morning.”
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
“This tastes like mud!” my father said.
“There should have been a warning!”
I thought there was. The menu said,
“Our coffee’s ground each morning.”
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 08, 2007
I Don't Like Do's and Don'ts -- a letter poem
I DON’T LIKE DO’S AND DON’TS
by
Gregory K.
I really don’t like do’s and don’ts.
I don’t like do-si-dos.
I don’t like driving, don’t like dirt,
Don’t like it when I doze.
I don’t like dump trucks, darts or drips.
I don’t like dreary days.
I don’t like dancing, don’t like doom,
Don’t like to have delays.
I don’t like donuts, dogs, or dots.
Do I like drums? Not me.
Now there’s a whole bunch that I like...
But I just don’t like D.
This is one of a still incomplete collection of "letter poems" I was working on at one point. See if you can guess how many poems were gonna be in the collection. Anyone? Anyone? Very good. All of you who got 26 can stay late and clean off the chalkboard....
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I really don’t like do’s and don’ts.
I don’t like do-si-dos.
I don’t like driving, don’t like dirt,
Don’t like it when I doze.
I don’t like dump trucks, darts or drips.
I don’t like dreary days.
I don’t like dancing, don’t like doom,
Don’t like to have delays.
I don’t like donuts, dogs, or dots.
Do I like drums? Not me.
Now there’s a whole bunch that I like...
But I just don’t like D.
This is one of a still incomplete collection of "letter poems" I was working on at one point. See if you can guess how many poems were gonna be in the collection. Anyone? Anyone? Very good. All of you who got 26 can stay late and clean off the chalkboard....
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 07, 2007
Poem Poem -- a poem
POEM POEM
by
Gregory K.
I wrote a verse about a nurse.
I wrote a rhyme about the time.
I wrote haiku about the view.
I wrote an ode about a toad.
I wrote a sonnet about a bonnet.
I wrote a ballad about a salad.
But here’s what I can’t figure out...
What can I write a poem about?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
I wrote a verse about a nurse.
I wrote a rhyme about the time.
I wrote haiku about the view.
I wrote an ode about a toad.
I wrote a sonnet about a bonnet.
I wrote a ballad about a salad.
But here’s what I can’t figure out...
What can I write a poem about?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Friday, April 06, 2007
A Single Wish -- a poem about wishing
Ahh, the first Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month is here (and Kelly has collected the links here!). I hope you're joining in the poetic fray. As for me, I offer up A Single Wish for you all.
A SINGLE WISH
by
Gregory K.
If you could have a single wish
And you knew that your wish would come true...
Would you use it for riches,
Or wish for more wishes,
Or cures for diseases you knew?
Well, I was given a single wish,
And I knew what I wanted, oh, please!
Now either I mumbled...
Or the wish-granter stumbled...
But anyone want some whirled peas?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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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A SINGLE WISH
by
Gregory K.
If you could have a single wish
And you knew that your wish would come true...
Would you use it for riches,
Or wish for more wishes,
Or cures for diseases you knew?
Well, I was given a single wish,
And I knew what I wanted, oh, please!
Now either I mumbled...
Or the wish-granter stumbled...
But anyone want some whirled peas?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 05, 2007
And beyond the poetry...
Yes, yes. I'm still here. The poem-a-day wasn't planned to take the place of other posts, but so far, April has been busy enough on this end that I've gone almost silent. And for those of you who know me, well, you know how hard silence is!
This would normally be the time where I'd find some great links to point you off to, but today I'm just gonna give one: if you love poetry, poems, books of poetry, learning about poetry, and... well... things poetic, why not go visit Wild Rose Reader? Elaine, one of the faboo Blue Rose Girls, has started blogging there as well, and has joined me in posting an original poem-a-day for April (as well as posting so much more good stuff). Go on. Go on. Check it out!
This would normally be the time where I'd find some great links to point you off to, but today I'm just gonna give one: if you love poetry, poems, books of poetry, learning about poetry, and... well... things poetic, why not go visit Wild Rose Reader? Elaine, one of the faboo Blue Rose Girls, has started blogging there as well, and has joined me in posting an original poem-a-day for April (as well as posting so much more good stuff). Go on. Go on. Check it out!
Home Run -- a baseball poem
HOME RUN
by
Gregory K.
Swing.
Crack!
Fly ball.
Going deep.
What a sight I see...
Just the back of the left fielder.
Baseball is my favorite sport, it's true. This Fib comes not so much from memory, but from a feeling this scrappy leadoff hitting second baseman wished he had more often!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
Swing.
Crack!
Fly ball.
Going deep.
What a sight I see...
Just the back of the left fielder.
Baseball is my favorite sport, it's true. This Fib comes not so much from memory, but from a feeling this scrappy leadoff hitting second baseman wished he had more often!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 04, 2007
Day/Night Questions -- a question poem
DAY/NIGHT QUESTIONS
by
Gregory K.
If day breaks
Can you go pick up pieces from the ground?
If night falls
And no one’s up does it still make a sound?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
by
Gregory K.
If day breaks
Can you go pick up pieces from the ground?
If night falls
And no one’s up does it still make a sound?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
What in the World Got Into the Cat -- a cat poem
WHAT IN THE WORLD GOT INTO THE CAT
by
Gregory K.
What in the world got into the cat?
Was it something he ate? Can you answer me that?
He polished our silver.
He vacuumed the house.
He chased our poor dog, and he danced with a mouse.
He did all my homework.
He mended Dad's shirt.
He made us lasagna and pie for dessert.
We went to the movies while he baby-sat...
So, what in the world got into the cat?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
What in the world got into the cat?
Was it something he ate? Can you answer me that?
He polished our silver.
He vacuumed the house.
He chased our poor dog, and he danced with a mouse.
He did all my homework.
He mended Dad's shirt.
He made us lasagna and pie for dessert.
We went to the movies while he baby-sat...
So, what in the world got into the cat?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 02, 2007
A Little Bit Dizzy -- a whipped cream poem
A LITTLE BIT DIZZY
by
Gregory K.
I'm a little bit dizzy. My hair is a mess.
And really, I find it confusing.
I just want to eat some whipped cream from this can,
So why must I shake before using?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
I'm a little bit dizzy. My hair is a mess.
And really, I find it confusing.
I just want to eat some whipped cream from this can,
So why must I shake before using?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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 01, 2007
Happy Fibiversary, too.
I'd be remiss if I didn't note that today is the one year anniversary of my first post on Fibs (cleverly called, The Fib). So to me, April 1 is now no longer just April Fools' Day, the start of National Poetry Month, and the beginning of Math Awareness Month... it's a day for deep appreciation of the blogosphere and the power of 20 syllables.
Which doesn't mean I won't fill the sugar bowl with salt, mind ya!
Which doesn't mean I won't fill the sugar bowl with salt, mind ya!
April Fools -- an April Fools' Day poem
APRIL FOOLS
by
Gregory K.
Someone took my toothpaste tube and filled it up with jam.
Someone changed my sandwich into fluffernut-and-ham.
Someone laced my sneakers so they tie down by my toes.
Someone changed the vacuum so it doesn't suck, it blows.
Someone poured the sugar out and filled the bowl with salt.
Someone messed up all the clocks and made it seem my fault.
For me today, I have to say, it's nervousness that rules....
Since all that happened yesterday and now it's April Fools'!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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.
Someone took my toothpaste tube and filled it up with jam.
Someone changed my sandwich into fluffernut-and-ham.
Someone laced my sneakers so they tie down by my toes.
Someone changed the vacuum so it doesn't suck, it blows.
Someone poured the sugar out and filled the bowl with salt.
Someone messed up all the clocks and made it seem my fault.
For me today, I have to say, it's nervousness that rules....
Since all that happened yesterday and now it's April Fools'!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, 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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