It's that time of year again: time for the annual Rose are Red poetry slam here on BdW. This is a chance to let your poetic juices flow! The rules are easy: the poem must follow the standard ABCB "Roses are red" rhyme/stress pattern and it must make reference to either "red" or "roses"*. Topics can be anything you want – it doesn't have to be Valentine's Day related. Feel free to submit under pseudonyms or anonymously, and as often as you like.
For inspiration (or at least a couple of good laughs), take a look at previous years' showings: 2007, 2008, and 2009.
|Friday February 12 2010||File under: poetry|
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|Twas the night before Christmas as we pedaled along
The wind and the rain were frightfully strong
The wind was no problem for it was blowing due east
It help us to cruise at 18 mph at least
The rain however was not quite as nice
Despite the warm weather the drops felt like ice
The trip to this point has been almost a breeze
We earn every mile but stop when we please
We take in the sights for to me it's all new
I walk on the beaches and take in the views
But now the sky grows darker and threatened still more
We see an oasis just down the shore
The casinos of Biloxi with their neon light
Might be our savior on this dreary night
We duck in the first one for a big bite to eat
Those epic buffets are a real treat
It's still raining so I try my luck
At the gaming tables, I win 15 bucks
So now stuffed to the gills with shrimp and ice cream
Our thoughts turn to sleeping for our sugar plum dreams
We could sleep in a field or a barn brought to ruin
But tonight is not last night so a hotel we'll be pursuing
In the lobby of the Hard Rock we work internet and phone
To find some cheap beds before we're soaked to the bone
Now as all my clothes hang o'er the sink just to dry
My thoughts turn from practical to friends far and nigh
For tonight is a night that goes beyond chimneys and toys
It's more about sharing life's little joys
So I offer this wish to my friends near and dear
Have a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
|Thursday December 24 2009||File under: holidays, poetry|
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|Thursday March 12 2009||File under: Japan, poetry|
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I'm posting this a little earlier than usual in hopes that it gives everyone a chance to get their entries in for the 3rd annual BdW Roses are Red Poetry Slam*. As always, your poem must:
* be 4 lines long
* follow the standard ABCB "Roses are red" rhyme/stress pattern
* make reference to either "red" or "roses"
For inspiration (or glorious, glorious diversion) check out entries from year 1 and year 2.
Submit your entries via the comments portion of this post. Feel free to use a pseudonym if you'd rather not have people know it was your poem. Feel free to submit more than once. Feel free to cover any topic and be as creative as you like, as long as you follow the rules*.
Now let the poems roll!
|Monday February 9 2009||File under: poetry, holidays|
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All the cruisers were snoozin' for it'd been a long day
Up with the sun for coffee and the Net
Gossip, news, and weather more fun you'll not get
Breakfast in the cockpit is fruit and fresh bread
We chat and we laugh til the sun's overhead
Next we load up the dinghy and head to the dock
To get Maggie to her flight, we keep an eye on the clock
She makes her flight and soars o'er the sea
And now just like that, our four becomes three
But no time to dawdle there's more work and more play
Then over the radio hails a boat 'cross the way
"Can we borrow some milk to make up our pie?"
So I swim it over, hey what a guy
Along with the milk, we send a bone for their dog
As I paddle I chuckle, This'll go great on the blog.
Next on the list of our social to-dos
A picnic and dinghy drift, bring whatever food you choose.
The dinghies all convene and tie off together
Luckily for us it remains such fine weather
Now back to the Starshine to settle in for the night
Sure it's only 6:30, but we're losing light
Sea cruising people are quite social it's true
But its safe to say they'll be in bed before you.
So now all is quiet, we do our own things
Steve's on the computer checking on the Vikings
Hope reads her book, the third one since noon
Luckily there'll be a book exchange soon
Me, I just sit here and soak it all in
Reflecting on what a great day it's been
And I think of my friends wherever they be
Wishing them the same happiness and wonder as me
So now this is posted I'll sign off just right
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.
|Wednesday December 24 2008||File under: poetry, holidays|
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|Buried beneath the bustling streets
With your single focused mind
Your people need no longer worry
About delays, weather, taxi interference
Where were you when I rode daily
This vast city's bus system
That sometimes feels so tacked on
Almost as an afterthought
You bring modernity to us
To this already modern city
And you promise us more modernity still
When light rail graces your sterile halls
|Wednesday May 21 2008||File under: transportation, poetry|
It's that roses time of year
And I find myself single again
So for a creative outlet
I turn to Blog du Wren*
Yep, folks, it's that time of year again. Put on your rhyming hats and get ready for the 2nd annual BdW Roses Are Red Poetry Contest. The rules are the same as last year: your poem must follow the standard ABCB "Roses are red" rhyme/stress pattern, it must make reference to either "red" or "roses", and it must be completed by 11:59 pm PST, Friday Feb 15. After that, come back and vote on your favorite poem (please e-mail me or use the contact page so voting can stay anonymous*). Check out last year's entries for inspiration (and a good laugh. They were seriously awesome. When I went back and read them, I busted my gut all over again. Esp. Chris's about red and blue states–so great).
|Wednesday February 13 2008||File under: poetry, contest|
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|Twas the day before Christmas and all through the bus,
All were doing their own thing, all 12 of us.
Ukoiya and Lindsay were stretching on the floor.
Three days on a busacan make you quite sore.
Kelsey and Jules drew doodles here and there.
Now our plywood table/bed doesn't look so bare.
There is engine talk from Islando and Vern.
To get the bus running again is their main concern.
Joselynn and Paul are looking into flights,
Concerned we might not make it by Christmas night.
Hallie's in bed with a book. Amiel is online.
We can't get the bus working, but the internet works fine.
River is zonked from a late night at the wheel.
And I, our "head chef", reluctantly ponder our next meal.
What's that? It's a rumber from down below.
The engine guys are trying another go.
We all cross our fingers, and hold our breath,
But the egine quietly sputters to death.
Wait just a sec. It seems to be getting stronger.
The time between sputters grows ever longer.
It was air in the lines that had to be bled.
It's always something, we just shake our heads.
Now we're back on the road, we'll hit the border by dawn.
Here's hoping for smooth sailing from this point on.
So as we roll out of Palm Springs on Interstate 10.
I wish Feliz Navidad to you and your kin.
|Monday December 24 2007||File under: holidays, poetry|
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She's got such verve, pizazz, and joy
I truly know I'm a lucky boy
To have a mother that's so fun
With awesomeness by the ton*
To match your vervey and joyous way
Here's how I wanted to say Happy Mother's Day
I figured this poem would do just the trick
P.S. Please don't be mad about the pic
To all you mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!
|Sunday May 13 2007||File under: poetry, holidays|
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|Wednesday February 14 2007||File under: poetry, contest|
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