Friday, October 30, 2015

October DMC Wrap-Up + Giveaway



If you're looking for a Halloween party, sorry, you missed it— that was last week. Feel free to go back and check out all the beastly five-word ditties that came to play.

Today we're celebrating LOVE... which can also be pretty beastly on occasion, but not always. At the beginning of this month, Marcus Ewert challenged us to write a love poem. Hold on, not just any love poem. He encouraged us to write about relationships that may seem unrequited at one time, but turn out to be requited after all.

Ah!  Love's elusive key...

          (If it's anything like my car key, I'm in serious trouble.)
  
 Love padlocks, photo by Tim Kwee

The romance...  the torture...  the elation... 

We experienced it all this month.
And what do we have to show for all that emotional turmoil?

Poems, of course!

And lots of them. Ardent thanks to all who participated in this month's challenge, to those who  cheered us on, and to Marcus for coming up with a challenge that allowed us to dig deep and respond in some rather unique ways.




All poems are copyright 2015, and published with permission of the authors, who control all rights.






CAT
     by Janie Lazo

I crave her silky softness
As her slender body moves
Graceful passes so alluring
Still my touch she dares reprove
When I call to her she listens
But to hasten? no not she
Though I beckon - she ignores me
Too aloof to hear my pleas
So I sit alone in silence
I'm no fool, I shall not beg
Then this flighty, flirty, vixen
Soon is rubbing on my leg

                                                              CAT RANTS AND RECANTS
                                                                   by Donna JT Smith 
                                                                   (see the accompanying video here)

                                                               I don’t like you!
                                                               I can’t like you!
                                                               I won’t like you!
                                                               I will not play your silly canine game.
                                                               I can’t see you!
                                                               I won’t see you!
                                                               I don’t see you!
                                                               I don’t even know your so uncatlike name.
                                                               What is that now
                                                               That you have now
                                                               That can roll now?
                                                               It’s a rolly ball, neow, that’s a meowing shame!
                                                               For I know how,
                                                               Yes, I know how,
                                                               Oh, I know how,
                                                               I can make you, little doggy, take the blame!
                                                               You’re such a dog,
                                                               a loving dog,
                                                               a happy dog;
                                                               You have really much to learn; you’re over-tame.
                                                               I am sorry -
                                                               maybe sorry -
                                                               wee bit sorry -
                                                               That I think of you as, oh, so very lame;
                                                               For a friend who just annoys
                                                               You do have pleasant toys;
                                                               Perhaps I shouldn’t
                                                               shun
                                                               This friendship I’ve
                                                               begun,
                                                               It could be lots of fun.
                                                               Let me rub against your nose
                                                               and in warmth here just repose;
                                                               Perhaps you aren’t that bad a dog at all.
                                                               But remember,
                                                               Just remember,
                                                               Please remember,
                                                               If ever I’m to blame, you’ll take the fall.
                                                               For I’m a cat,
                                                               and I’m all that,
                                                               I am THE cat -
                                                               and you are naught
                                                               you must be taught,
                                                               my friend, you’re Spot;
                                                               And I can’t believe I’m liking you a lot!

          LULU BELL
               by Leane Gill

          My new sisters name?
          Why, it's LuLu Bell.
          No, that's really the cat,
          but, be quiet, don't tell.

          Things were going just fine
          until she came along.
          Now I hear Daddy sing Lulu
          my favorite song.

          What's this I feel?
          Aw, she's squeezing my hand.
          It’s tiny, so precious –
          makes it tough to take a stand.

          Guess I’ll learn to share
          even my special toys.
          And be kind, learn to care,
          and create new loving joys.

          I think I might like her –
          this new person in my life.
          That's causing such a rift
          in my plan to cause strife.

          Oh gee, she just looked at me!
          right into my eyes.
          Then she went and smiled,
          and made me realize-

          There is plenty of room
          in my heart to show love.
          We each are unique
          and gifts from above.

          She'll color my world,
          and I'll color hers back.
          I'll be by her side
          even sharing my snack.

          We'll share good times and bad
          as we go through the years.
          I'll laugh when she laughs
          and dry any tears.

          It's a good thing, I think,
          this new sister of mine.
          So, no worry for me-
          We're each one of a kind.

                                                                                      Johnny Loved Miss Jones, His Teacher
                                                                                           by Linda Baie

                                                                                      Johnny fell in love first day of school.
                                                                                      Sadly, he soon learned of the rule
                                                                                      that six year olds must grow up first.
                                                                                      He really thought his heart would burst.
                                                                                      She was not meant to be his date,
                                                                                      and Johnny had to wait and wait.
                                                                                      Through all his schooling, he kept in mind
                                                                                      this first heartbreak, and, now resigned,
                                                                                      he searched and found a new love true.
                                                                                      To all the memories, he said “adieu”.
                                                                                      This time, grown up, he found a match:
                                                                                      she taught first grade, a perfect catch.


DO BOOKS LOVE ME?
Photo: Jessica Bigi
     by Jessica Bigi

I could hardly wait
in the summer for the bookmobile
to stop on my street.
I loved listening to stories being told.
Then once, on Christmas, I
got some books. I wasn’t sure why
all the words looped around my breath.
Jumbles of traffic jams
flipping forward and backward
as if diving into oceans of alphabet soup.
Letters jumping rope all over the pages.
At times I couldn’t even
write the words without them tangling
like balls of yarn.
One sentence, an hour-long highway
of loops and zagging words.
OH, the stories I could write and tell,
but I had wondered if books love me.
Until, at thirty-three, I read some poems.
At first they seemed to laugh out nonsense letters
till my breath sounded them out into perfect rhymes.
Rhyme skipped rope into stories
and without a doubt, I finally knew,
books love me too.

                                                   THE AFTERMATH
                                                        by Teresa Robeson

                                                   You might think my love is
                                                   derivative
                                                   and
                                                   ridiculous,
                                                   though here’s what is integral:
                                                   it’s not calcu-you
                                                   or calcu-me
                                                   but calcul-US.

                                                                                                        WALLS
                                                                                                             by Janie Lazo

                                                                                                        For 'ere our views be twixt
                                                                                                        Our visions firmly fixed
                                                                                                        We go our separate ways 
                                                                                                        Our paths will not be mixed

                                                                                                        We stand alone in vain
                                                                                                        Both strong yet none does reign
                                                                                                        But at the corner waits
                                                                                                        A bond most strong when twain

                         WATER
                              by Mindy Gars Dolandis

                         Tuesday morning in July
                         Another scorching day
                         As I jog I yearn for you
                         The burn won’t go away
                         water…water…water…

                         Tongue and lips Sahara dry
                         Sweat sets my eyes on fire
                         Every pounding pavement step
                         Thumps out my keen desire
                         wa-ter wa-ter wa-ter wa-ter

                         Tiny drops fly through the air
                         Descend on blades of grass     
                         Staccato sprinkler rhythm
                         Relentless as I pass 
                         wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r

                         Almost home, around the bend
                         Rec center, pool, and lake
                         Neighbor’s yellow motor boat
                         Spluttering, carves its wake
                         wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ter-r-r-r-r-r-r-r

                         Huffing, puffing, panting hard
                         I fumble with the key
                         Racing through the living room
                         The voice inside me screams
                         WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER!

                         Sprinting past the stove and fridge
                         Right to the kitchen sink
                         I shove my mouth beneath the tap
                         And open for a drink
                         WATERWATERWATERWATERWATERWATERWATER

                         Gushing like Niagara Falls
                         You cool my inner hell
                         Bathing every molecule
                         Refreshing every cell
                         Waaaaaaaaaterrrrrrrrr
                         Ahhhhhhhh


A Rainy Evening with Turn Signal
by Windshield Wiper

          by Tabatha Yeatts

love
     me
love
     me
love
     me

I say
     swishing
back
     and forth

most of the time,
I'm silent

I can hear her
ticking
     left left left
or
     right right right
but cannot answer

ah, blessed rain
      that gives me voice

love
      me

I say
love
      me

by cbhanek

she is quiet

oh can't we turn?

love
      me?

I say
love
      me?


right right right
she says.























BEFORE THE LAST PETAL FALLS
      by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes

Ten years.
She is the spring
after winter’s monotonous gloom.
What right have I to hold
such a delicate blossom in my brutish paw?
Still,
we waltz,
her sweet head rested
on my
           wildly
             
                   beating
                  
                              heart.
                                                                                  she loves me…
Belle’s father is ill.
A daughter’s love is fierce —
strong enough to slay the Beast.
I lurk in the shadows
and
       watch
                  her
                              go.
                                                                                 she loves me not…
Wound me, stranger—
kill if you must.
I am already numb.
Though the last petal
barely clings,
beauty still lingers.
She is in the library,
sitting down to supper,
walking in the garden.
Her gentle voice…
her voice...
                  I hear
                              her
                                              voice!
                                                                 she loves me.


FIRST LOVE AT SIXTEEN
     by LeeAnn Blankenship

Despite those times you held me tight
Within your firm embrace,
Despite the kisses you bestowed,
You put me in my place.
“I’m just a loner, can’t you see?”
You asked one fateful day,
And though I tried to change your mind,
You turned and walked away.
To me, the love I felt was real -
I grieved and missed you so,
I wrote sad poems, wept a lot,
And couldn’t let it go.
But slowly, hours became a day,
And days became a week;
Then months passed by and, suddenly,
It didn’t seem so bleak.
I met a sweet and handsome man
And thought not once of you;
Ere long, I fell in love again
And found he loved me too!
And now for over fifty years,
We’ve stayed in love – it’s true.
But I found out you told my friend
I should have married you!

                                                                      TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY
                                                                           by B. J. Lee

                                                                     “Not fair!” I was telling my mother,
                                                                     “I love him, but he loves another.”
                                                                          Then, as they were wed,
                                                                          I turned someone’s head,
                                                                     and now I am wed to his brother.


Art: Michelle Kogan (click to enlarge)
 MYSTIFIED MANGO
     by Michelle Kogan

A fruity girl from Chicago
Loved mango, though not to swallow.
But sweet as she’d be
He wouldn’t love she
Mango rolled over to Margo!

The Chicago girl wouldn’t give up
She thought neglect might fill his cup,
Keeping her distance
Changed his resistance
Mango loves Chicago girl yup!


Art: Miranda Barnes (click to enlarge)
KETCHUP & ICE CREAM
     by Miranda Barnes (age 12)

"I love you, Ice Cream."
"I love you too, but Ketchup,
we won't work as two."
Till one day, there's a
science breakthrough!
"So what if no one likes ketchup-
flavored ice cream?"
"Yes, that's true! And now,
I'll always be with you."


Art: Jessica Bigi (click to enlarge)
I LOVE PICKLES
     by Jessica Bigi

I

L
O
V
E

Pickles bumpy sour sweet
I munch mouth fills
Crunching crunch-crunch
Krispy-krispy ketchupy
Laughing puckering
Enjoying every krispy crunch
Smiling more pickles please


                                             WILL YOU BE MY PARTNER?
                                                  by Kathleen Mazurowski

                                             I'll be the mac,
                                             If you'll be the cheese.

                                             I'll be the carrots,
                                             If you'll be the peas.

                                             I'll be the cream,
                                             If you'll be the freeze.

                                             Here is my heart,
                                             You have the keys.


So THAT's where I left those keys!

If you're feeling inspired, you have until tomorrow, October 31st, to send your unrequited/requited love poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.


Participants in this month's challenge will be automatically entered to win a copy of MUMMY CAT, by Marcus Ewert and illustrated by Lisa Brown (Clarion Books, 2015), autographed by both author and illustrator! (One entry per participant, not per poem.)

Alternatively, you may enter the giveaway by commenting below.  If you contribute a poem and comment below you will earn two entries in total. Comments must be received by Tuesday, November 3rd.

The winner will be determined by Random.org and announced next Friday, November 6th, when we reveal our new Spotlight ON interview and ditty challenge.

Best of luck!


Don't miss this week's Poetry Friday roundup with Jone at Check It Out.






Thursday, October 29, 2015

DMC: "Johnny Loved Miss Jones, His Teacher" by Linda Baie




Johnny Loved Miss Jones, His Teacher

Johnny fell in love first day of school.
Sadly, he soon learned of the rule
that six year olds must grow up first.
He really thought his heart would burst.
She was not meant to be his date,
and Johnny had to wait and wait.
Through all his schooling, he kept in mind
this first heartbreak, and, now resigned,
he searched and found a new love true.
To all the memories, he said “adieu”.
This time, grown up, he found a match:
she taught first grade, a perfect catch.


© 2015 Linda Baie. All rights reserved.


Marcus Ewert has challenged us to write love poems this month– about relationships that seem unrequited, but which end up being requited after all. Click HERE for more details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration TOMORROW, October 30th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of his fabulous new picture book:





Wednesday, October 28, 2015

DMC: "Water" by Mindy Gars Dolandis



Water

Tuesday morning in July
Another scorching day
As I jog I yearn for you
The burn won’t go away
water…water…water…

Tongue and lips Sahara dry
Sweat sets my eyes on fire
Every pounding pavement step
Thumps out my keen desire
wa-ter wa-ter wa-ter wa-ter

Tiny drops fly through the air
Descend on blades of grass     
Staccato sprinkler rhythm
Relentless as I pass 
wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r wa-a-ter-r

Almost home, around the bend
Rec center, pool, and lake
Neighbor’s yellow motor boat
Spluttering, carves its wake
wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ter-r-r-r-r-r-r-r

Huffing, puffing, panting hard
I fumble with the key
Racing through the living room
The voice inside me screams
WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER!

Sprinting past the stove and fridge
Right to the kitchen sink
I shove my mouth beneath the tap
And open for a drink
WATERWATERWATERWATERWATERWATERWATER

Gushing like Niagara Falls
You cool my inner hell
Bathing every molecule
Refreshing every cell
Waaaaaaaaaterrrrrrrrr
Ahhhhhhhh


© 2015 Mindy Gars Dolandis. All rights reserved.


Marcus Ewert has challenged us to write love poems this month– about relationships that seem unrequited, but which end up being requited after all. Click HERE for more details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 30th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of his fabulous new picture book:




Tuesday, October 27, 2015

DMC: "First Love at Sixteen" by LeeAnn Blankenship




First Love at Sixteen

Despite those times you held me tight
Within your firm embrace,
Despite the kisses you bestowed,
You put me in my place.
“I’m just a loner, can’t you see?”
You asked one fateful day,
And though I tried to change your mind,
You turned and walked away.
To me, the love I felt was real -
I grieved and missed you so,
I wrote sad poems, wept a lot,
And couldn’t let it go.
But slowly, hours became a day,
And days became a week;
Then months passed by and, suddenly,
It didn’t seem so bleak.
I met a sweet and handsome man
And thought not once of you;
Ere long, I fell in love again
And found he loved me too!
And now for over fifty years,
We’ve stayed in love – it’s true.
But I found out you told my friend
I should have married you!


© 2015 LeeAnn Blankenship. All rights reserved.


Marcus Ewert has challenged us to write love poems this month– about relationships that seem unrequited, but which end up being requited after all. Click HERE for more details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 30th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of his fabulous new picture book:




Monday, October 26, 2015

DMC: "Mystified Mango" by Michelle Kogan




MYSTIFIED MANGO

A fruity girl from Chicago
Loved mango, though not to swallow.
But sweet as she’d be
He wouldn’t love she
Mango rolled over to Margo!

The Chicago girl wouldn’t give up
She thought neglect might fill his cup,
Keeping her distance
Changed his resistance
Mango loves Chicago girl yup!


© 2015 Michelle Kogan. All rights reserved.

(click to enlarge)

Marcus Ewert has challenged us to write love poems this month– about relationships that seem unrequited, but which end up being requited after all. Click HERE for more details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 30th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of his fabulous new picture book:




Thursday, October 22, 2015

Five for Friday: Call of the Beast


"Beast" by KetsukiKyuu

On Tuesday I featured my contribution to this month's DMC challenge, a poem called Before the Last Petal Falls. (You can read it HERE.)

I'm not going to lie— this one was a struggle.

Josée Holland Eclipse
Actually, writing the poem wasn't any more of a struggle than usual. It was finding something to write about that was killer. Marcus Ewert challenged us to write a love poem about a relationship that seems unrequited, but turns out to be requited after all. Reflecting on memories was not helpful and my imagination was running on empty. My muse went AWOL... lost in a wasteland barren of ideas.

But as any creative practitioner knows, when ideas are scarce, borrow someone else's as a jumping-off point. Eventually I turned to one of the classic unrequited-becomes-requited love stories: Beauty and the Beast.  Fancying myself a champion of flawed characters, I told the story from the Beast's perspective. My interpretation is based on scenes from the popular Disney version, though I also researched the original version from 1740 by Madame Gabrielle–Suzanne de Villeneuve.

Here's something interesting I picked up from author Susanna Barlow's analysis of the fairy tale:
All of us seem to have a part of ourselves that we do not like, that feels like a beast of some kind. That side of us tends to be unpredictable and untamed. Because it is big and powerful we tend to lock it up and refuse to face it. We are, both, drawn to our primordial selves and repelled by it. Sometimes we hide it like the hunchback in the tower or we cover it with a mask like the phantom. Other times we run from it like Jane Eyre and Ann Darrow who are terrified of either the consequences of their feelings or the wild creature itself. Other times we are simply intrigued like Jane was with Tarzan.

jack-the-pmpkn-queen (click to enlarge)
Now it's your turn 
to heed the call of the Beast

Any "beast" will do.

Halloween-inspired ditties are welcome.

The only catch is that you need to limit yourself to five words (plus title, if you like).

As I did last year, I will supply you with fifteen words from my handy-dandy magnetic horror poetry set. (Thanks, Tabatha!) You may use these words, or not, as you please—they are offered as inspiration only.




Leave your five-word beastie in the comments and I will move it up to the main body of the post where they can all play together. Just promise me you won't stress over it— it's only five words, after all.  I'll start us off...

AUSSIE ENCOUNTER

Not 
Red Riding Hood's 
huntsman

~ Michelle Heidenrich Barnes

For those a bit more adventurous, here's a short video.

* * * * *

Ancient fire
summons
demon lies.

~ Margaret Simon

* * * * *

CONQUERING WRITER'S BLOCK

Wildly wielded bludgeon
Whacks procrastination

~ Tabatha Yeatts

and another, more seasonal beastie...

For frighteninger Frankensteins,
add fangs
~ Tabatha Yeatts

* * * * *

TOOTHBRUSHING TIME

Gargoyle gurgles,
sloshing loathsome spittle

~ Buffy Silverman

* * * * *

MINIMALIST

Skeleton:
all bones
no skin.

~ Diane Mayr

 * * * * *

LOATHSOME JACK

Hunger unleashed!
Toothless grin.
Chomp!

~ Carol Varsalona

Here's a picture of Loathsome Jack (created from a live squash).

* * * * *

Evening Ghouls
Gnawing,
Rotten Flesh.

~ Iphigene at Gathering Books

* * * * *

HELLO-BOO

Olive-eyed spiders
Spinning
Jack-o-lantern
Smiles

and

OCTOBERRR NIGHTS

Candy-corn drizzle’s
Glowing under
Snapdragon-moon

~ Jessica Bigi

* * * * *

OBLIVION

Eerie shadow
Clenched teeth
Knocking

~ Leane Gill

* * * * *

TEMPER TANTRUM

Chew me out.
Tasty guts.

~ Jama Rattigan

* * * * *

BEASTLY GENEALOGY

Dragon Lady
begot
Tuba Beast

~ cbhanek

Read the story behind this ditty here.

* * * * *

Loathsome fangs
stalk
ancient hunger

~ Matt Forrest Esenwine

* * * * *

VAMPIRE BAT

Fangs
too sharp
to feel.

~ Liz Steinglass

* * * * *

Computer Demons
Devour our time...

~ Michelle Kogan

* * * * *

Gnashing fangs
rip the darkness.

~ Rosi Hollinbeck

* * * * *

Gruesome Ghoulies-
Freaks of Nature

and

 Off With Their Heads!
CHOP

~ Janie Lazo



Two reminders before you go: 

Last call for Ditty of the Month Club poems! Next Friday will be our wrap-up celebration and MUMMY CAT giveaway. Besides my own, this week's featured poems were by Teresa Robeson and Leane Gill.

Be sure to stop by Jama's Alphabet Soup for a sweet treat and this week's Poetry Friday Roundup.

DMC: "LuLu Bell" by Leane Gill



LULU BELL

My new sisters name?
Why, it's LuLu Bell.
No, that's really the cat,
but, be quiet, don't tell.

Things were going just fine
until she came along.
Now I hear Daddy sing Lulu
my favorite song.

What's this I feel?
Aw, she's squeezing my hand.
It’s tiny, so precious –
makes it tough to take a stand.

Guess I’ll learn to share
even my special toys.
And be kind, learn to care,
and create new loving joys.

I think I might like her –
this new person in my life.
That's causing such a rift
in my plan to cause strife.

Oh gee, she just looked at me!
right into my eyes.
Then she went and smiled,
and made me realize-

There is plenty of room
in my heart to show love.
We each are unique
and gifts from above.

She'll color my world,
and I'll color hers back.
I'll be by her side
even sharing my snack.

We'll share good times and bad
as we go through the years.
I'll laugh when she laughs
and dry any tears.

It's a good thing, I think,
this new sister of mine.
So, no worry for me-
We're each one of a kind.

© 2015 Leane Gill. All rights reserved.

Marcus Ewert has challenged us to write love poems this month– about relationships that seem unrequited, but which end up being requited after all. Click HERE for more details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 30th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of his fabulous new picture book: