Our Host

Wendy Everard is a high school English teacher and writer living in central New York.  Her role as mother and teacher has given her plenty to write about since she started writing personal narrative and poetry, lifelong hobbies that were reignited when she joined a summer institute with the Seven Valleys branch of the National Writing Project a few years ago and began mentoring student teachers.  She teaches in Cazenovia, New York.

The Inspiration

I know that all might not, but I have a soft spot for metered poetry.  There’s something about having to make the sense fit the rhythm that is an irresistible challenge to me.  One type of meter that I don’t see a lot in poetic forms is the dactyl, and today I’m challenging you to try the Double Dactyl – it seems like a fun form with some whimsical “rules.”

“In 1951, with the help of editor Naomi Pascal and her husband, classics scholar Paul Pascal, poet Anthony Hecht devised a new type of poem with a focus on form. The double dactyl comprises two quatrains with the same meter. The first three lines each have six syllables, with stress on the first and fourth syllables. (A dactyl is a group of three syllables where the first is stressed, and the second two are unstressed. So each of these lines is technically a double dactyl, hence the name of this type of poem.) The last line of each stanza only includes the first four syllables of a double dactyl, so: one stressed, then two unstressed, then one stressed.”

(https://www.mentalfloss.com/posts/unusual-types-poems)

The Process

  • The first line must be nonsense, often higgledy-piggledy or jiggery-pokery.  (See this link for some fun nonsense words!
  • The second line must be someone’s name. (Again, it has to be a double dactyl, so not every six-syllable name works. Matthew McConaughey does; Kareem Abdul-Jabbar doesn’t.)  Need some help?  See here.  
  • The last line of the first stanza must rhyme with the last line of the second.
  • One of the six-syllable lines must be one word. This can be anywhere in the poem, but Hecht preferred it as the sixth line. (https://www.mentalfloss.com/posts/unusual-types-poems)

Happy Writing!

Wendy’s Poem

Blatherskite bafflegab!
Julie Roberts was
Prettiest Woman of
90s’s big screen

Identifiable
And undeniable
Cuddliest working girl
We’d ever seen

Gere was a match for her
Carried a torch for her
End of the movie saw
Her as his queen

Patrons flocked to the show
Packed in from row to row
Left the place, heard to moan:
“Where’s my prince been?”

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe. 

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Mo Daley

A Look in the Mirror
By Mo Daley 3/18/24

Fiddle faddle, flim flam!
Glen Hansard said, “All that
is east is west of me
now.” Holy shit!

Why am I surprised? I’m
identifiable
as old, past my prime, in
the thick of it.

Tammi R Belko

I can relate to this, Mo! All my gray hair reminds me I’m past my prime too!

Denise Krebs

Oh, Mo! What a beauty! Even the first line makes me think of looking in the mirror before I get dressed! This is perfect! Funny, rhythmic, your rhyme is hilarious! I love the whole poem.

Wendy Everard

Mo, loved this poem, and “Holy shit” is right: what a line! I read it twice, three times, then the sense of it sunk in. Love your incorporation of it into this beautiful rumination. <3

Tammi Belko

Wendy,

Wow! This was a challenge. Love your poem and the through back to Pretty Woman. Sorry, getting to this so late. Reports are due this week and I’m knee deep in grading.

Bafflegab, Baloney
A world filled with phonies
The muckety mucks are
Quaking like ducks

 A dictator looms and
The politicians are
Fear mongering liars
With pants on fire

Mo Daley

I love the pants on fire, Tammi. You’ve captured this moment in time very well.

Glenda Funk

Tammi,
You know I’m a fan of the political poem. Let’s keep that dictator wannabe looming in the wings.

Denise Krebs

Amen, amen, Tammi! I love this poem. The “Bafflegab Baloney” is a perfect topic and your poem with the rhythm and rhymes make it fun to read. We smile, but see the serious topic too. “Fear mongering liars” is so true and powerful.

Wendy Everard

Tammi, loved this! (The more I read these, the more those introductory words sound like an incantation, lol.). The assonance in the first stanza — loved the “u”s as well as the rhyme and the rhythm; you nailed this!

Susan O

Crunchidy, bunchidy
Snap, Crackle, Pop, and Pow
Noisy with mouthful eats
dancing on your wet spoon

Delicious

Start to a daytime job
Fairy song, healthy day
Hear cereal talking
Diet gnomes that can croon.

Susan O

Thank you, Wendy for this prompt. I was not able to write the last two days. Been getting ready for my sister to move in with me. Lots to do.
Today, your prompt was a challenge but it got my mind off other things. Great!

Tammi Belko

Susan — What a fun poem! Love all the onomatopoeia! Great wake up cereal! Hope the move in goes well.

Scott M

Rice Krispies! This was fun, Susan! Those “gnomes” sure “can croon”! (And good luck with your sister and the move!)

Mo Daley

Diet gnomes crooning- thath’s great, Susan. Very fun!

Glenda Funk

Love the personification of rice krispies “dancing on a spoon.”

Denise Krebs

Susan, so fun. I love the dancing, talking, crooning Krispies! All the best to you as you and your sister as she moves in. Lots to do, I’m sure!

Wendy Everard

Susan, loved this whimsical poem! The break in the middle (“Delicious”) was as delicious and the sentiment itself, giving us a rest between stanzas to savor the flavor. Love the sound, sense, and wordplay in this. Good luck with the move-in! <3

Glenda Funk

Wendy,
This was a challenge. Way to make a girl work!
Highway Hell
[Double Dactyl]

bumpity thumpity 
I-40 is  lumpity 
ruts in the main lane 
interstate pain 

Arizona’s highway
bureaucratically 
needs Dark Brandon money
denied by 45 strain 

Glenda Funk
3-18-24

weverard1

Haha! Those last two lines, Glenda! XD
Loved this romp!

Tammi Belko

Glenda — I feel the bumps on this highway and loved the reference to “Dark Brandon”.

Susan O

Glenda, I think 45 strain is marijuana. Am I correct? I know I am a bit naive. hee! Like your poem and the Dark Brandon meme.

Leilya Pitre

I think you had fun writing this, Glenda! Love the rhymes and the sound of “I-40 is lumpity” because some roads here feel the same. Dark Brandon is such a clever reference!

Denise Krebs

“Dark Brandon money” is so great. It could have all kinds of sinister possibilities, but we all know what it is. Here’s to infrastructure week! You have recent experience of the bumpity, thumpity, lumpity of the interstate. Great poem!

Stacey L. Joy

Oh, Wendy! Your poem caught my brain this morning and had me counting syllables all day. I think I need a tutor, a one-on-one, a video, and a guide! This kicked my butt. I tried but it’s definitely a draft’s draft. 🤣

My sister and I send each other a nonsense words morning message every Wednesday. That was the easy part!

Purplewonk Slurpledoo
Pamela Solomon 
Sweetest big sister and 
Human I know

Grandmother’s loving ways
Responsibility
Pours from her very core
Smiles all aglow

(draft’s draft)

weverard1

Stacey! I loved your dactylic meter, and I love that you chose to make this about your sister, acknowledging the influence of your grandmother, too — beautiful. <3

Stacey L. Joy

She’s the grandmother LOL! Thank you for affirming me and my efforts. I love a challenge and tend to not give up. I appreciate the challenge.💙

Tammi Belko

Stacey,

Love the joy and love that exudes from your poem! Purplewonk and Slurpledoo — fun words!

Scott M

Stacey, I love your poem — especially the nonsense words “Purplewonk Slurpledoo” and the last image of “Smiles all aglow”! And, by the by, this poem is “definitely [NOT] a draft’s draft”! This is the real deal!

Mo Daley

What a lovely poem for your sister, Stacey! I love that you share silly words, too!

Leilya Pitre

I am just amazed at all the nonsense words people invented today! Love your “Purplewonk Slurpledoo”! This is a touching song in honor of your grandmother ❤️

Denise Krebs

“Purplewonk Slurpledoo” is so fun, Stacey! And your sister’s name “Pamela Solomon” is a double dactyl, isn’t it? Look at that! What a precious poem and gift for her.

Scott M

Unpacking Double Dactyls
or
This Poem Makes Little to No Sense

Bumfuzzle bumfuzzle!
Anthony Hecht how (why?)
Did you just make this up?
(Poetry pain!)

Murmuring endlessly
(impossibility!)
figuring syllables:
Elephant trunk!

_____________________________________________

Wendy! You made this look so easy with your Pretty Woman dactyls.  I’m amazed (and jealous).  This whole wackadoodle wackadactyl was tough!  Thank you for stretching my mind a bit today.  I tried to get a pterodactyl in my poem, but it just wouldn’t fit (although I did learn a new word – bumfuzzle – which, I think (?) is dactylic in nature, so, there’s that, lol).

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Scott,

The last two days, I feel like my poetry is bumfuzzling for me and everyone who has to scroll by it, so this is perfectly comforting today. And I often wonder about the creators, the Anthony Hechts. And heck why not you, Scott? What form will you surmise for us all? I believe you have one in you – -something about unfiguring syllables perhaps.

Peace,
Sarah

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Scott, who woulda’ thunk you end with elephant trunk! Well, you demonstrated that though in pain, you’d still in the game. You did … almost anyway. A for effort!!!

Stacey L. Joy

Scott,
At one point I almost felt like maybe I had lost my mind. I couldn’t make anything work or make sense. LOL, now I know how the students feel when I push them hard. You made it work, Scott! I am definitely bumfuzzled with you! Laughed hard on “Elephant trunk!”

weverard1

Ha! Scott, I loved your word-play today — wonderful job with dactylic rhythm, and I loved the frustrated parenthetical asides. XD

Leilya Pitre

Scott, I am adopting bumfuzzle. I need it in my life. Thank you for a fun poem!

Leilya Pitre

Thank you, Wendy, for the challenge. I am grateful that your prompt made me to slow down, think about the topic, count the syllables, and check the stress. It is a good exercise for my brain, and I should do it more often. Love your poem about Julia Roberts, and Gere is a great match indeed. My short poem today features Aretha Franklin and two of her songs.

Queen of Soul

Suppery duppery
Franklin Aretha was,
Queen of the Golden Age
Soul music conqueror.
 
Brought us talent of hers,
I Say a Little Prayer,”
Natural Woman” songs,
Quite a brave warrior.  

Leilya Pitre

here is a photo of Queen of Soul for you.

Aretha Franklin.jpg
weverard1

<3

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

And, by including the QUEEN in your poem today, Leilya, you show one of Aretha’s other famous songs. “R.E.S.P.E.C.T.” Thanks for both, the poem and the reminder!

weverard1

Leilya, I loved how your characterized Franklin as a “brave warrior” of music — truth! And great dactylic meter!

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Oh, I love this title and the way you flipped first and last to find the stresses. Made me think of Seana’s poem yesterday (or the day before) as she made sense of the Queen’s phrasing. Love this.

Sarah

Glenda Funk

Bravo, Leilya! You picked the queen to crown w/ your verse. Love it.

Stacey L. Joy

Ohhh, how my mother loved to sing (off key) “Natural Woman” and I immediately thought of mom when I read your title. This is beautiful! You made a challenging form work so well.

Denise Krebs

Leilya, I like how you switched her name to match the stress. Wow. I’m singing along with the two titles you added. She is a queen, to be sure.

Sarah

Umbity blusity
Ol Simon’s Garfunkle
Echoed soul into hearts
Car ride paths lined by trees

I am a rock Troubled
Water, a bridge indeed
Sportabout tunes healed us
Pained pasts easing

‐–I am still not sure I get the dacryl, but I attempted some stresses. Thanks, Wendy, foe the challenge.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Sarah, I think you are not the only one doubting your skillful use of dactyl. In your poem, I love the way the first line sounds “Umbity blusity,” and I keep saying it out loud. My husband asked me if I needed something from him (LOL). I had to look up Simon and Garfunkel because I never heard about them before. So I listened to a couple of songs. Today is good. I love learning with poetry. My favorite line to carry with me for a while is “Echoed soul into hearts.” Thank you!

Linda Mitchell

Bonus points for ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ in a double dactyl. Yes, tunes heal us.

weverard1

Sarah, I think that you tackled it beautifully.
Love the artful way you incorporated the song titles meaningfully into this — the word “Sportabout” was fun and racy — nice job!

Glenda Funk

This is a perfect turn of phrase: “I am a rock Troubled.” I think that’s a female thing i. this era.

Stacey L. Joy

Sarah,
No matter how hard the challenge, you still deliver!

I am a rock Troubled

Water, a bridge indeed

And yes to our pained pasts easing! I love this.

Denise Krebs

Sarah,
“rock Troubled / water, a bridge” – So many memories of these songs.
I agree the “Sportabout tunes healed us / Pained pasts easing” I so love Simon and Garfunkel.

Maureen Y Ingram

Wendy, this was a really fun challenge, contorting my mind…here is some silliness, reflecting on alligators (as seen on my recent vacation) –

Alligate-Alliwait 
Missus McGoo on bike
Slowing down taking pic
While full of fright

Step too close, pause too long
Irrecoverably
Alligate for the win 
Not pretty sight 

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Maureen, I liked how the new words nudged me to slow down to feel the syllables roll around my mouth. That “irrecoverably” was lovely.

Kim Johnson

Maureen, I can see the picture. Great choice to use a reptile for the dactyl today. I see you’ve been on the bike paths watching the gators bask.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Maureen, what a fun poem. Love the sound of “alligate” in your poem. It reminded me the first time we went bird watching in the swamp park in Louisiana. We saw the mama-gator with her babies. I didn’t know how fast the gators were and called the gator like I normally would any pet. I had to jump into the moving car rather quickly to avoid becoming their early supper )) Thank you!

weverard1

Oof — that last stanza, Maureen! I’m glad that your vacation went more smoothly than this! However, this was a fun little (dark) poem!

Susan O

Maureen thanks for the funny image in this poem. Well, I guess I should not say funny because it was “not a pretty sight.”

Stacey L. Joy

LOL, oh how fun! You must have had practice with the Double Dactyl because this is perfect! I was visualizing every bit in only two stanzas!

Denise Krebs

Maureen so fun and playful way to refer to the alligator. I love the rhyming lines “While full of fright” and “Not pretty sight” I can picture Missus McGoo, and it is not a pretty sight.

Katrina Morrison

Wendy, thank you for this prompt. I love the challenge of molding verse to rhythm and rhyme, though my poetry may not show it. I am currently reading Kristin Hannah’s FOUR WINDS. I highly recommend it. It inspired me to write the poem here.

Bindlestiffs, jalopies,
Okies by the thousands,
westward trod in tattered threads
and shoes worn thin as foil.

Over farming of the land,
tilling, plowing years on end
led to the devastating loss
of land and life and toil.

Dust storms swept for days, months, years
farms of the strongest sod.
Livestock died and crops dried up.
Heat brought the air to boil.

So they packed, they cried, they fled
plains where they left hearts.
California’s siren call would tear them
once and forever from the soil.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Katrina, I love how you wrangled the Okies from that first line through dust storms, shifting the tone toward somber with still a little fancy in that line “siren call.”

Kim Johnson

Katrina, a favorite! I also loved The Great Alone and just finished The Women. Those dust storms that you describe here are felt – heat brought the air to boil.

Leilya Pitre

Katrina, I was just recently looking through my reading list and thought I’d like to get Four Winds. Thank you fro recommending! Love how dynamic your poem is; it makes me see dust storms. I got stuck on the line “Heat brought the air to boil’ imaging how it could feel and immediately remembered last summer’s scorching temperatures. Thank you for such a strong imagery!

weverard1

Katrina, your beautiful, vivid verbs just made this poem. Such beautiful, sensitive imagery — made me want to read the book!

Denise Krebs

Oh, Wendy, that was wild! No wonder I’ve never written a double dactyl. At least I’ve tried a bit, so I might dare to come back to it. Like Angie, stresses have always been a challenge, but an interesting one! I love Julia Roberts and Pretty Woman was a 90s favorite, so your poem was fun. I learned something about Woody Woodpecker today, with his madeup middle initial.

Wafflewab wufflegob
Woody L. Woodpecker
Early in Woody’s rise
Heading to fame

Fool of demented acts
inappropriately
too wild and offensive
Needed to tame

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Well-done, Denise! I found this one a challenge today and yours reads so naturally. I went down the woodpecker hole to learn some more about him at your prompting. Love that “wafflewab wufflegob” at the onset which matches the vibe of Woody so well.

Clayton Moon

Excellent!! One of my favorites!!

Maureen Y Ingram

This is awesome, Denise! Who knew that wily woodpecker was “too wild and offensive”? Now I must find out the meaning behind the “L”.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Denise,

Visually, all the w are fun to see zigzagging with f and d and p in those first lines. I missed that 2nd line in the second stanza calling for a fantastic multisyllabic word that you appropriately plopped in just before crafting that repeated end rhyme from fame to tame. You managed this form so well! In awe.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Denise! I am with Jennifer, your poem reads smoothly and has that easy going vibe about it. I liked that six-syllable adverb in the second line of the second stanza “inappropriately.” I read it slow, a syllable by syllable – what a fun! You got it, friend.

Linda Mitchell

Tee hee…”fool of demented acts”

weverard1

Denise, this gave me a chuckle! I like the turn the second stanza took, and it made me think of Looney Tunes and how many of those old cartoons are wildly inappropriate now. XD

Glenda Funk

Denise,
I think your poem nails what I have always loved about that woodpecker.

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Wendy, today’s prompt got me thinking about the challenges of teaching, especially since returning to in-person classroom teaching. And, since this is Women’s History Month, I decided the person I’d include would be Mary McCloud Bethune. I started trying the dactyl, but the poem took on a life of it’s own. So, here’s what you inspired and the poem that transpired. Thanks for getting me going. 🙂

Keep on Keeping On!

Doubling rot on the trot.
Mary Bethune, she knew.
Loved them students and saw that each grew
Alright…to you this ain’t nothin’ new.

Look at your trail, what have you got?
Don’t worry about what you have not.

No paining, no gaining, no teachers reigning,
But we gotta keep hold of them reins.
We’re not teachers just to survive.
But we won’t thrive if students don’t arrive,
But we may gotta deal with they jive
Squirming around like bees in a hive.

Reaching them learning goal is taking a toll.
Bethune, she told us you gotta be bold,
Don’t worry about the gold.
After we’ve taken the roll.

Each kid can learn; teaching they won’t spurn,
When they see we care that they are there.
So when the road, it gits tough, we don’t have to be rough.
We just have to keep going. Through the rain, through pain,
Comes the rainbow and just enough gain
To keep us dealing with the rot on the trot.

Keep on Keeping On.jpg
Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Anna, so many people to learn more about! Mary sounds like an amazing educator and one you are prompting me to explore further. You’ve embraced her boldness and made your own dactyl form today – one that speaks to her perserverence.

Maureen Y Ingram

I love how this double dactyl took on an educational bent of its own. I particularly like the image of students “Squirming around like bees in a hive.” – as a retired preschool teacher, this movement always meant they were learning lots. Thanks, Anna!

weverard1

Anna, I loved that this was about Mary Bethune: an inspirational woman! Love all of the internal and end rhyme that propelled this — a beautiful and spirited poem! (And I loved the nod to Bettina Love.). 🙂

Stacey L. Joy

Anna, yes! I love Mary McLeod Bethune, a legend for us educators to follow! I adored the creative use of language and these lines were spot-on!

So when the road, it gits tough, we don’t have to be rough.

We just have to keep going. Through the rain, through pain,

Scott M

Anna, this is wonderful! I totally agree with you: students won’t care unless they know that their teachers care: ”teaching they won’t spurn, / When they see we care that they are there.” Thank you for this poem! (And the image made me smile, too!)

Angie Braaten

Well, heck, I love Matthew McConaughey so why not? I know I’m not the only one who has admitted to not understanding meter. I blame it on my zero music knowledge, if there is any relation -_- but this was kinda fun so thanks, Wendy.

Jibberish flibberish
Matthew McConaughey.
What shall I say about
your being now?

I’ve chosen your name cuz
it’s a double dactyl,
but I have to admit
I’m not sure how.

But I also loved your
autobiography –
interesting life and
a voice like wow.

Rom-com or drama – not
sure what you do best – some 
performances linger,
just take a bow.

weverard1

Angie,
LOL! This made me laugh out loud in Study Hall (all the kids are starting at me now). I, too, loooove Matthew McConaughey, and especially loved the last line of Stanza 3:
“a voice like wow,” indeed!

weverard1

*staring. 🙂

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Angie, if it takes Matthew McConaughey to get you into a meter, then I guess you just have to sacrifice and let him lead you on the way! 😉 This was fun – I love how autobiography landed so easily into your verse.

Maureen Y Ingram

I was super tempted to go with Matthew McConaughey, too – wouldn’t he get a kick out of this poetry being written with him as a muse? I really relate to your confusion about meter…and that second stanza had me chuckling, “but I have to admit/
I’m not sure how.” Nicely done!

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Angie, this is so fun as a meta reflection on the form and all that you could uncover about MM in these stressed syllable structures. He is quite versatile.

Leilya Pitre

Angie, that’s such an honest poem! I smiled all the way through reading. This is what i was thinking trying to come up with the poem for today. You nailed it!

Fran Haley

Angie, this is fabulous! Seems to roll write off your pen, er, keyboard, with effortless grace (usually the hallmark of well-hammered writing). I’m cracking up at the confession of not knowing how MM’s name is a double dactyl… these things are danged hard… or is it just me?? This was so much fun to read.

Denise Krebs

Angie, this is so good! A double dactyl like wow! Matthew McConaughey is amazing, and you have captured that here, and it seems like you nailed the double dactyl (but I really wouldn’t know!)

clayton moon

1942 – 2016

Hom- La- Lin- Say!
Muhammed Ali, Cree.
Float like a butterfly!
Sting like a bee.

Left, Right, Left
Run till you’re out,
Uppercut, Jabbing,
I am the best- SHOUT!!

Cash in on Cassius,
No war, Peace pristine,
All work for Clay!
The Fight will be in the Philippines!

Knockout after knockout,
Was the best!
Hom- La-Lin Say
Was the test!

Grab the jaw of fortune.
Move- like the bee,
Run till failure,
because it floats in you and me.

To be the best,
You have to beat the best,
There is no tomorrow,
There is no rest!

Wake up, Ali,
Spark your Cassius,
Sting the present,
That’s where our dash exists!

  • Boxer
Angie Braaten

“Cash in on Cassius” what a great line with the sound devices. Such a great poem about a GOAT.

Maureen Y Ingram

Fun poem! “Move-like the bee,” “Sting the present” – oh, yes. He was amazing in the boxing ring.

weverard1

Boxer, I loved this celebration of The Greatest! My favorite imagery lived right here:

Grab the jaw of fortune.
Move- like the bee,
Run till failure,
because it floats in you and me.”

Loved this!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

This my favorite, too, Boxer and Weaverad!!
This could be a cheer for our students:

Grab the jaw of fortune.
Move- like the bee,
Run till failure,
because it floats in you and me.

Kim Johnson

That’s where the dash exists – – wow, yes, that blip on the dash….it’s all in the living, and your word play is great.

Susan O

This poem brought back memories of his dancing feet, poems from his mouth and “sting like a bee.” I like the words “To be the best you have to beat the best.”

Katrina Morrison

Clayton, your poem perfectly makes sound imitate sense. The line “Grab the jaw of fortune” is perfect. It puts us in the ring with Ali. I love it!

Denise Krebs

What an interesting poem about Mohammed Ali. I too love the stanza that Wendy and Anna pointed out!

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Wendy, way to get the brain cookin’ and jivin’ this morning! I so wanted to do a Pterodactyl Double Dactyl but didn’t get far enough with it as Doublespeak kept interrupting my brain. Hats off to Julia and Gere this morning!

Misinformation

Doublespeak balderdash
Widespread, increasingly
Prevalent in our lives
Just take a look

Substandard housing for
Low income (never poor)
Resource Development 
Park near Westbrook

Incomplete successes
Are really failures for
Those who are terminal
(dead by the book)

Servicing targets for
Militant soldiers is
Killing the enemy 
(Life that they took)

Violence processing
(Combat said more nicely)
Alternate facts inform – 
Classic Textbook

Deliberate unprovoked
Acts of aggression when 
They start the war (not us)
We’re off the hook

Action toys (dolls for boys)
Detainee (prisoner)
Ethnic clean genocides
Language for crooks

Fran Haley

Oh my stars, Jennifer, how your lines beat beat beat like a heart trying to outrun being overtaken by misinformation! Incredibly powerful poem – all that sanitized language for shameful acts by shameless people. The stanzas come together like magic. You are a poet wizard.

Fran Haley

PS – I would so love to see what you’d do with Pterodactyl Double Dactyl!

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Here’s what I had going /:

Pterodactyl Double Dactyl

Saurus-adorusus!
Tara O’Dactyl, my 
reptilian lass, it’s
you I adore

Claw-footed, wide wing-spanned
Lady of ancient skies
Your beak clacks and I’m one
shook dinosaur

Fran Haley

I am thoroughly enchanted…I need for this to be in a little gilded frame with an illustration… love love love so much…could we work in ‘claws clutching thesaurus’? Ok maybe not…

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Yes! My brain is ticking again!

Angie Braaten

I agree with Fran, how you come up with this stuff so fast is, shall I say…other worldly 😀

weverard1

Jennifer,
Wow — what a powerful piece. Each stanza was a poem of its own, but together they created an indictment of doublespeak that was beautiful poetry. Great work!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Jennifer, how cleverly you’ve used poetry to tell the truths in the untruths we see so often in the media. The truth that gets my goat most often is stated in these lines. How many times has the location/residence in which those who have few financial resources live has changed over time! slums, ghetto, the hood, inner city, redline districts, “over cross town”. other side of the tracks…Yikes. I didn’t realize there have been so many – just in my lifetime! Yikes!

Substandard housing for
Low income (never poor)
Resource Development 
Park near Westbrook

Katrina Morrison

Jennifer, what a point you make by bringing these euphemisms together into one poem. “Incomplete successes” is especially poignant.

Susan O

Wow! Your lines point out how we (meaning various people) twist truth to make the action acceptable. A thought provoking poem.

Denise Krebs

Jennifer, it’s amazing to me that you could look at rhythm and rhyme, while you dealt with all this doublespeak. Wow! And your pterodactyl poem is amazing too. I’m sure you will continue making that one amazing too.

Kim Johnson

Wendy, what fun! And you’re right – – it’s a challenge, but it’s like a bludger in Harry Potter where you just hang on and hope you don’t get knocked off your broomstick and enjoy the true sport of the game. I love your Pretty Woman Dactyl. What a movie, and what a great laugh she has. I’m glad she found her real-life prince, too!

Double-Axle Dactyl

mockery-muddery
Mudbog King’s stuck again!
John Deere hailed – Johnson bailed
(boys spin to win)

ecclesiastical
gospelized dirt road hymns
banjos pick – mud’s still slick
(boys clog tire rims)

boys stack hay ~ then……they play!
jacked-up truck = magnet-muck
climb inside! take a ride!
(costs not one buck)

hold on tight! brace yourself!
Johnson’s gon’ show his stealth
mud rainbows = bumper spray
(filthy trucks = health)

clayton moon

I feel like I am in 1986 having fun with my cousins on Granddaddy’s farm. I love Mud rainbows!! I will steal that for sure! Thanks for taking me back!!

Fran Haley

Kim, I so understand and appreciate the bludger analogy! I tried to hang on and roll… like these stuck wheels here in your poem. The imagery is so vivid. The spinning, the slickness, the muck, the spray…mud reigns supreme as Mudbog King strikes again! The determination in the last stanza literally has me bracing myself for that revving engine… yet laughing that filthy trucks equal health.

weverard1

Hi, Kim!
First off, I loved your Harry Potter bludger analogy! So apt!
Secondly, loved the assonance in your title — so fun!
And finally — this was so much fun to read! The rhyme scheme just sang, the punctuation — loved the ellipses, the equal signs (inspired!), and the parenthetical phrases. This was just great!

Linda Mitchell

This makes me giggle! mud rainbows = bumper spray! LOL.

Katrina Morrison

Kim, my students would love your poem! I definitely felt the need to “hold on tight” to avoid being carried away by the beat, which works perfectly.

Fran Haley

Wendy, I do love metered and syllabic poetry. Your verse flows like a charm – and brings back a lot of memories! What a jewel of an ending line, too. I’m giving this a shot with fictional characters… I know the stresses don’t fall right but it’s fun anyway. Here’s what I’ve got:

A Spell of Redemption

Grim-grim-grimgribberoo
here’s Snape the Professor
oily hair, face a-glare
staring at you.

Adaptability?
Impossibility.
He can never forget
the love he knew.

It’s just your misfortune
to be The-Boy-Who-Lived
as Snape’s own reminder,
turning the screw.

For you’re unwitting…see,
he’ll give his life for you
because of your mother
-Snape’s love, still true.

Linda Mitchell

Oh, yes! That oily-haired, glaring villain still has a beating heart for his true love. “turning the screw” is a perfect turn into the last stanza. Well done!

Kim Johnson

I can see him there with his oily hair and frowning glare despite the care. This is just fun, Fran, and it’s interesting we both made Potter connections today, at least in some form. The dactyl form was a bit like a bludger for me. You rocked this out of the park today, and I love the way you show how it can be used in class with students to tell about characters and stories. No better topic than HP! Love that kid.

Angie Braaten

Ooo two one word lines – hats off to you! 🙂

weverard1

Fran! I think the rhythm of this was just great! And I love your subject — the inimitable tragic hero, Professor Snape. 🙂

Linda Mitchell

Whew! Wendy, that was a work-out. But, I got two stanzas before having to get ready for school. Thanks for hosting today! It’s such a fun way to start a Monday…counting syllables and finding some silly. And, Pretty Woman! Great movie and inspiration for your double dactyl.

OK, here goes…

Bada bing bada boom
the goddess Artemis
queen of the hunt and moon
blushed tonight quite red

she took aim at an owl
with long bow and arrow
shooting far and stright but
hit her own shadow instead

Fran Haley

Linda!! Perfect nonsensical word to start the scene of Artemis on the hunt! The flow of your verse is flawless. Artemis embarrassed by hitting her own shadow – sublime!

Kim Johnson

Linda, your arrow for the dactyl hit the bullseye! No shadows there. I like seeing the ways teachers could use these in class, and you show a great example of a topic students would enjoy. I agree – – a fun way to start a Monday with some brain calisthenics.

weverard1

Linda, what a beautiful image this created, I loved this image:
queen of the hunt and moon
blushed tonight quite red”

and those last two lines:
“shooting far and stright but
hit her own shadow instead”

The haunting scene is juxtaposed nicely with the playful beginning. 🙂
Thanks for playing today!

Denise Krebs

I can hear the arrows flying through the air with “Bada bing bada boom” — That is so fun to say, as is the whole poem, really. Such a funny poem for our ancient Artemis.

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