Check out Steven Boyle’s video from the Penn State student poetry slam. His nearly 4 minute video about coming out at the age of 20 is touching and hilarious; part poetry and part Mad Lib.
Definitely watch this video but be careful since the language makes it inappropriate for work.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. I’ve republished a slightly naughty limerick that I wrote a few years ago in honor of the holiday.
Lim’ricks are the naughtiest prose
Dirty rhymes we love to compose
Men from Nantucket
Shouting, “Go $uck it!”
Are fun to write I suppose
If you have a limerick you’d like to share, I’d enjoy reading it. Feel free to e-mail me or leave it in the comments section.
Poetry is not a form of prose often recited and it often goes over my head, but when I connect with a poem or on the rare occasion I write a poem it resonates in a way that is hard to describe. Here is a poem written by one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was first published in 1923.
I love poetry. I think when you can connect to this form of creative prose the content of the expression becomes powerful. Savannah Brown’s poetry slam What guys look for in girls is one of those poems.
While I was doing some post holiday house cleaning I stumbled upon a poem I wrote years ago. I actually forgot I wrote this until after I read it. I’ll never be a poet, but I do love poetry and dabble in it from time to time. When I write, it tends to be fairly obvious and less articulate, but that can also make it more relatable I suppose. I’m fairly certain this haiku I wrote summarizes situations that everyone has experienced before.
a random meeting
the handsome smile is trouble
Source: Decodollop blog
One of my favorite poems ever written is by Robert Frost. Each autumn I post his poem, Nothing gold can stay. It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I had never heard of Joel Derfner’s book, Gay Haiku, until I stumbled upon it on Joe My God last week. The book was originally published in 2005, but has recently been turned into an iPhone App that shares Derfner’s haikus with you. The image included in this post is just one example of the humorous poetry you can expect to find.
Should you be interested in purchasing the book, I’d suggest you contact your local LGBT bookstore or you may purchase it on Amazon.com, here.