The exercise:
November ends with day number 175 and the prompt: checkmate.
Mine:
Pawns fell by the wayside,
None listened as they cried;
Bishops prayed for their queen
While watching ghastly scenes
Brave knights waged hellish war
While soulless soldiers tore
And clawed at giant rooks
With blood crazed frenzied looks
Lives were blindly traded;
The king watched and waited.
He hoped his strategy
Would set his people free
Too late he saw the flaw,
Too late to seize a draw;
Before the clock struck nine
He was forced to resign
Hmm, technically not a checkmate... but! He resigned because he saw it coming! Yes, quite so.
Saturday November 29th, 2008
The exercise:
This week the four line poem starter is: subversive.
Mine:
You cannot stop us,
Don't even try to;
The pretty lies are
More ugly than truth
This week the four line poem starter is: subversive.
Mine:
You cannot stop us,
Don't even try to;
The pretty lies are
More ugly than truth
Friday November 28th, 2008
The exercise:
From a brand new laptop, Def Poetry Jam Friday brings you something long overdue: the host himself, the mighty Mos Def.
Mine:
The laptop took a while to get all setup so this is going to be quick.
Mos Def has become one of my favorite artists in the last few years; he is a representation of what hip hop should be. His lyrics are intelligent, imaginative and moving.
I wish more people would give his music a chance. If you're interested, I've got a few suggestions for you. As always :)
From a brand new laptop, Def Poetry Jam Friday brings you something long overdue: the host himself, the mighty Mos Def.
Mine:
The laptop took a while to get all setup so this is going to be quick.
Mos Def has become one of my favorite artists in the last few years; he is a representation of what hip hop should be. His lyrics are intelligent, imaginative and moving.
I wish more people would give his music a chance. If you're interested, I've got a few suggestions for you. As always :)
Thursday November 27th, 2008
The exercise:
Managed to not buy a laptop yesterday. Probably won't tonight. The weekend is another story though.
But today let us write some haiku about: baking.
Mine:
Golden brown you rise
First filling the stoneware pan
And then my tummy
Chocolate and nuts,
The aroma of cookies,
Haunt me in my sleep
The days grow colder
But my spirits are lifted
By pumpkin muffins
Managed to not buy a laptop yesterday. Probably won't tonight. The weekend is another story though.
But today let us write some haiku about: baking.
Mine:
Golden brown you rise
First filling the stoneware pan
And then my tummy
Chocolate and nuts,
The aroma of cookies,
Haunt me in my sleep
The days grow colder
But my spirits are lifted
By pumpkin muffins
Wednesday November 26th, 2008
The exercise:
The starter for today: impulse purchase. I'm writing mine at noon but scheduling it to get posted at six tonight because... well, no good reason, really. But I am and you can't stop me!
Mine:
I'm sitting here at work, on my lunch break, thinking about buying a laptop. Today.
There are several problems with this idea.
One: I know very, very little about laptops. I don't know what brands are good, I don't know how fast it needs to be to not drive me crazy, I don't know how big a screen I need not to go cross-eyed... all that good stuff. Not a clue.
Two: I don't have the money to buy a top-end model, which is fine. But I have no idea how low the price can go before I get into the 'will break in one month' range.
Three: This really seems like a purchase I should research. But I don't want to wait.
This won't end well.
The starter for today: impulse purchase. I'm writing mine at noon but scheduling it to get posted at six tonight because... well, no good reason, really. But I am and you can't stop me!
Mine:
I'm sitting here at work, on my lunch break, thinking about buying a laptop. Today.
There are several problems with this idea.
One: I know very, very little about laptops. I don't know what brands are good, I don't know how fast it needs to be to not drive me crazy, I don't know how big a screen I need not to go cross-eyed... all that good stuff. Not a clue.
Two: I don't have the money to buy a top-end model, which is fine. But I have no idea how low the price can go before I get into the 'will break in one month' range.
Three: This really seems like a purchase I should research. But I don't want to wait.
This won't end well.
Tuesday November 25th, 2008
The exercise:
I'm under the impression that the CPU on my home desktop computer died last night, so that's why this is late.
I'll be updating from work for the next few days, hopefully it will be taken care of by the weekend.
Anyway, the exercise is: write an acrostic. I wrote mine last night - I bet you would never have guessed.
Mine:
There it goes again.
Every time it
Crashes I wonder
How much it will cost,
Never expecting
Or hoping for a
Lightning fast repair;
Only wishing this
Garbage would happen
Yearly, not monthly.
I'm under the impression that the CPU on my home desktop computer died last night, so that's why this is late.
I'll be updating from work for the next few days, hopefully it will be taken care of by the weekend.
Anyway, the exercise is: write an acrostic. I wrote mine last night - I bet you would never have guessed.
Mine:
There it goes again.
Every time it
Crashes I wonder
How much it will cost,
Never expecting
Or hoping for a
Lightning fast repair;
Only wishing this
Garbage would happen
Yearly, not monthly.
Monday November 24th, 2008
The exercise:
Inspired by my morning, today's writing prompt is: icy arrival.
Mine:
I tip-toed down the front steps in the dark, early morning cold. Each step down brought me closer to earth, closer to safety.
Would the grip of my shoes fail me? Would the slightest slip lead to a bruised hip, a twisted knee, a crack of the head? Such comfortless thoughts were my only companions on that perilous descent.
It was a slippery slope I traversed as my nervous breath fought the cold off with steaming clouds that obscured my vision. Gentle, exploring steps prodded ice-covered wood; nothing could be trusted.
A final fragile step brought me to the bottom but my journey had just begun. Gleaming sidewalks and streets told me that ice's arrival was not restricted to my front porch.
Inspired by my morning, today's writing prompt is: icy arrival.
Mine:
I tip-toed down the front steps in the dark, early morning cold. Each step down brought me closer to earth, closer to safety.
Would the grip of my shoes fail me? Would the slightest slip lead to a bruised hip, a twisted knee, a crack of the head? Such comfortless thoughts were my only companions on that perilous descent.
It was a slippery slope I traversed as my nervous breath fought the cold off with steaming clouds that obscured my vision. Gentle, exploring steps prodded ice-covered wood; nothing could be trusted.
A final fragile step brought me to the bottom but my journey had just begun. Gleaming sidewalks and streets told me that ice's arrival was not restricted to my front porch.
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