Poetry Friday – Spring

From the young author of Dear Cook, comes Dear Brownshirt, an ode to spring….

Dear Brownshirt,

horsetails on the river bank

baby horsetails

daddy horsetails

green fuzz on the weeping willows

white, yellow & pink buds

white, yellow & pink bugs

yellow & pink on the river bank

green grass & horsetails

fish in the river

glub glub glub glub glub

Poetry Friday – Crickenburg Kids Write Nasty Poems

At last!

Here it is, folks, real kid poems from Crickenburg kids. That’s right these kids are from the town that’s the setting for my book Qwikpick. I had a ball talking to these kids (and playing penny basketball with a few of them). Here are some highlights from the Qwikpick Instant Poetry Contest. remember they had about 2 minutes to write a “haiku.”

Cati wrote one that really builds to a climax, then keeps going:

Once I tasted a Jolly Rancher and

it smelled like poop? I ate it and

after I threw up in my dog’s food

and he ate it.

Mikayla’s poem really creates a picture of kids laughing their behinds of at another kid:

The worst thing I’ve ever smelled

is the mud that my cousin fell in

but it wasn’t really mud.

In this one, Isaas has written Ms. Rumphius’ challenge for the week:” a poem that directly addressed someone or something:”

Oh poop oh poop

how you lay in the toilet setting

in a puddle of brown you stink

so very badly that

you put upon my face a very

horrible frown

Emily was working the similes like Joey Pigza:

It was like a hot bowl of poop chili with a side of molded bread.

It was like a drink of chocolate lemonade with gym sock dripping of sweat.

It was like a burnt hot dog with horse relish and cole slaw.

Here’s one by someone’s whose name I can’t read. It may be for the best that it’s anonymous. To me this one really proves my point: poetry can do anything.

I farted and threw up

on zombie/ the zombie pooped

his pants twice.

School visit = more nasty poems

Here’s a shot of the kids at Roanoke Catholic School…

… They read my book out loud in class. Look how happy they are! Maybe you should read Qwikpick to your class, too!

Here’s a few of their poems for my Qwikpick Instant Poetry Contest. Just like the kids in my book, The Qwikpick Adventure Society, the kids are challenged to make a “smell with words.” But they only got  1/2 minutes.

These were a little prose-ish, but the kids made up for that in grossness, inappropriateness and crudity. Good job, kids!

Here’s one by a girl who was a little Marilla-ish:

“I went to the store

and I saw someone fart

it was a big one.”

And one by a friendly boy named Larry:

“The worst thing is smell.

The worst thing is dirty !!

Like you!”

One of the best images (smell-image, that is) came from Jordan in a poem about dog poop:

“It smells real bad. It also smells like brussel sprouts dipped in salsa.”

The winner, Blake, was only one syllable off from a haiku, which is pretty good for 1 1/2 minutes:

If you smell somebody

who ate burriotos and beans

run for your life now!

Poetry Friday – Dear Cook Poet returns!

  

At last, I’ve got another kid poem from the author of “Dear Cook.” Said author has just learned how to rhyme and actually composed the poem on his own. (whereas “Dear Cook” was a letter that read like a poem.)

Trains

Spock

Block

Tick Tock

Bell

Tell

North Pole Express

Spock

Poetry Friday – Kid Poetry Video – Qwikpick Instant Poetry Contest

In my book, The Qwikpick Adventure Society, the three kid heroes find a lot of odd ways to fight off boredom — origami contests, listening to 70s music, playing Penny Basketball, eating expired beef jerky and, yes, writing poetry about the smell of the sludge fountain at the sewage treatment plant.This last item, I’ve discovered, is a great hook for getting kids excited about my book and poetry, too.Some might turn up their noses at my methods, but I’ve gotten kids shouting, screaming and generally going nuts for poetry. As you can see in these two videos featuring clips from a library reading and a school visit: The Short Version. The Longer Version.

Keep reading for more details and some really gross kid poems….

Poetry Friday – Sweet Daisy’s Nasty Poem

As promised, here are some highlights from a Qwikpick Instant Poetry Contest held at a rural library in SW Virginia.

Warning: Gross stuff lies ahead! I use my book to show kids how words and, especially poetry, can make expereinces vivid. I read the kids the haikus from my book that the characters wrote after seeing the Sludge Fountain in person.

Then I challenge them to write a poem in two minutes titled “The Worst Thing I Ever Smelled.”

Sweet Little Daisy stole the show, but I was also very happy that two of the librarians joined in this time. (And they got the syllable counts right!)

Here’s a grisly one from Daphne the Librarian:

“A dead deer on the

highway rotting in the sun

been there for some time.”

Not funny, but a fact of life in these parts where roadkill is common.

Remember this great kid?

Here’s his poem. (lightly edited) You’ll note he went slightly over the syllable count for a haiku, but his spelling more than makes up for that…

Poop and Sewer Sludge

by Maverick

When I smell poop poop / sewer sludge

 it smells/ so bad that it makes / my heart budge!

I smell gases. A million / square!

It smells/ so bad that I got / to swear!

I run/ right out of that / porta pody.

Then/ I smell so / bad that it / kills everybody!

But the winner and grand champion was Daisy. She won for the title alone, really.

Here she is with her mother helping her write the poem…

And here is the poem…

Poots

I smelled this poot

And it was very yucky.

Cece and Sam tag-team to entertain entire Elem. School

Wow, what a day!

Cece and I did our respective song and dances for grades k-5. Cece took the younger half, I took the older. We did three shows each. (Mine were about 45 minutes each.)

The Instant Poetry Contest was a huge hit.

Here’s a shot of some third grade poets in action…

By the end of the day I had a huge stack of about 100 gross kid poems. It was wild to see kids cheering and yelling about poetry! ( I hope I got a video that will show this.)

Since I have more that I’ll ever be able to use on Poetry Friday, I’ll go ahead and share one here:

“My Grandpa Joe”

My Grandpa Joe likes to show me his feet. A lot.

I think that they stink. A lot.

They smell like gross meatlof and dead rats,

also they have lot of, um, pimples.”

After I did the 5th grade show, the principal very nicely asked me not to use the word “poop” anymore. That’s tough when the book is all about kids searching for the legendary Fountain of Poop and the part I read out loud is the part about them finding the fountain and the smells that go with it. I did my best to follow the rules, but a few “poops” may have slipped out.

Cece held a couple of yodeling contests and taught tons of kids how to draw Sock Monkey and Froggie. I think the school (and the local bookstore) made a fortune selling stuffed sock monkeys. If only we could get a cut of that action!

A great day for both of us! It’s so weird how you can have a store booksigning that is so slow and then another time you can have a horde of kids clawing each other to get a bookmark.