Muffins

Muffins are tasty.

Muffins are sweet.

They're my favorite

food to eat.

Blueberry,

banana,

poppy seed.

These yummy

muffins

are what

I need.

Be it a mouse,

a moose 

or me,

we eat every

muffin 

that we see.

      Happy Monday.  What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?  Today can you write a poem about one of your favorite foods?
    

HAPPY SUNDAY

Sunday is the fun day

the day I give thanks.

Sunday is the one day

that I don't play pranks.

I'm thankful for the birds,

and the flowers and trees,

but mostly I glad that

I get to be me.

Sunday I go to church

and there I pray

to give my thanks for

our blessings today.

     Happy Sunday.  I hope it is a great day for you.  Today, can you write a poem about your favorite day of the week, or your favorite month? 

SMILE

I like it when my mouth feels clean,

 a sparkling smile and teeth that gleam.

Brushing my teeth is not a waste,

especially since I like the taste

of my whitening tooth paste.

 The bristles brush down from the top

then to the bottom my tooth brush drops.

Up and up the bristles go

cleaning teeth the way they grow.

I have a smile, clean and bright.

Now off to bed, I'll say good night.

     For fun today try writing a poem,an ode in praise of your toothbrush, or your dentist.  Have fun writing.

THE WAVE

On my way to school today

I saw policeman Dave

so I smiled and raised my arm

to give a great big wave.

Then I saw some street workers

rolling gravel flat to pave

so I smiled and raised my arm

to give a great big wave.

And I saw the ice cream man

with cold ice cream cones I crave

so I smiled and raised my arm

to give a great big wave. 

I made folks smile today

their memories I will save

just because I raised my arm

and gave a great big wave.

     When I was a child traveling with my parents in the car for vacations, I waved at the truck drivers we passed trying to get them to honk their horns.  I'd feel like a winner every time the horn blew.  Even now I still play the smile game.  This is where I smile at someone and give myself a point for every person who smiles back.  Have you ever played either of these games?
     Your poetry prompt for today is to write a poem about something that makes you smile, or someone you made smile.  Have fun writing and keep smiling.

OW-EEEE

Blow on it, blow on it,

some one said

as I sat and watched

my knee turn red.

I was running too fast

across the dirt,

then I tripped and fell

that's how I got hurt.

I shouldn't have been running.

I wish I hadn't fell.

My bleeding knee 

hurts like

stones in my shoes.



     Can you find the simile in the last stanza?  Today's writing challenge is a little different.  Either write your own poem about getting hurt, or try re-writing the last stanza of my poem. 

Midday Magic

First,

there was just one

hovering around the car.

It's body rusty brown

and wings as thin

as cobwebs.

Then,

there were two

and a third one

joined in.

The numbers kept

increasing until

finally there were more

than a dozen

all paused in flight.

All with their heads 

pointed my direction

to stare with huge eyes.

So fascinated,

all I could do

was stop

and watch

in awe at the green,

and red, and blue

bodies held aloft,

held in place

by fairy wings

as if their

whole purpose in life

was to amaze me

with their magic.

     Can you tell from the description what insect I'm writing about?  This is a good poem to use for playing with line breaks.  Are there better places to break the lines?  Does this poem work as well with out line breaks, as a prose poem?  Your challenge for today is to take a poem and try re-arranging the lines.  Try reading your poem from the bottom up.  Does it still make sense?  Do you like the poem better this way?  Does it give you new ideas?  Is there a better place to stop the poem? 
Do have fun playing with your poetry.

THE TALKER

(To be spoken all in a rush with only one breath, if possible.)

Mom,

my best friend David

says I talk too much--all the time

I talk,talk,talk.

I don't think that is true

but David calls me

Yackety-Yak, Talk-Talker.

That hurts my feelings.

I tell him I don't talk too much,

I just enjoy talking.

I like saying words

and feeling them in my mouth.

I don't talk too much, I just talk.

So, what to you think, Mom?

Do you think it is true,

do you think I talk too much?

Am I a gabby person?

Is David right,

do I talk, talk, talk?

Come on, Mom,

what do you think?

Do I talk too much?

Do you think I talk too much?

       This actually is a found poem.  I heard this one sided conversation from a 7 year-old boy when I was out at a museum.  As I listened, I didn't see how this kid could believe that he didn't talk too much.  What do you think?
     So here is today's challenge--write a poem in which one person tells a lie.