“Black out poem 1” reads as follows:
if I faint
Let me go.
stop me
carry me
smile
poem- far, far away March 10, 2021
I just received my Writerly Kit, and was delighted to discover this month’s cool item: Paint Chip Poetry. Here is my first poem.
Far, far away
hot lava, fire, ember
jasmine tea leaves
lost balloon

Book spine poem- Wild August 3, 2020
Found poetry- Book spine poetry. These books are all by BC Poets.
What does a house want?
Borrowed rooms.
What the soul doesn’t want?
Chaos inside thunderstorms
Silence-the breaking of it
Ghost in the gears.
Our familiar hunger.
There is a season.
Skin like mine
The bodies
fishtailing.
The wild in you.
NaPoWriMo- Dwelling with Emily April 5, 2015
Today’s prompt on http://www.napowrimo.net is to take a poem of Emily Dickinson’s, remove all the dashes, and find my own breaks and pauses. I chose “I Dwell in Possibility,” because I have a plaque with the ‘I’ missing, that makes it a command in my bathroom. I had it for several years before I thought of looking up the originating poem to see its context (which really, is quite out of character for me as a curious English teacher/librarian!) Anyway, here’s Emily’s original:
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
poem-irony August 27, 2014
In the US,
Girl,
nine,
accidentally
kills her
shooting instructor
with an uzi.
.
In the US,
Kinder eggs
are illegal.
.
.
found poem- Tribute to Pete Seeger January 29, 2014
This is a found poem, using lines from a variety of Pete Seeger songs, in tribute to a troubador whose tunes were fuel to action:
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I hear the music ringing
There is a season
Where have all the flowers gone
They all look just the same
How can I keep from singing?
A time for peace
And kind understanding
A time for every purpose under Heaven
God bless the grass that grows through the crack
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about
Treat them with patience
How can I keep from singing?
my world is there
A time for love
Long time passing
When I say always I mean forever
I promise you I’ll never say good-bye
learn to laugh
My life flows on in endless song
How can I keep from singing?
found poem- chapter titles from MOBY by Diana Gabaldon December 12, 2013
Diana Gabaldon just posted the Chapter 82 to 94 titles for her next book in the Outlander series, entitled Written in My Own Heart’s Blood (aka MOH-B, aka MOBY) Those chapter titles were mixed to create this ‘found poem.’ Words in bold are Diana’s titles. Regular print and punctuation are mine. The fun with found poetry, is that one often senses something profound hovering just below understanding. Can you find a message here?
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Keeping Score:
One Day Cock of the Walk—Next Day, A Feather Duster
but
I Will Not Have Thee Be Alone
on the
Long Road Home
Through
Sundown
Nightfall
Moonrise or
The Sense of the Meeting
In Which Rosy-Fingered Dawn Shows Up Mob-Handed.
A Whiff of Roquefort
in
The House on Chestnut Street
reveals that
It’s a Wise Child Who Knows His Father
Oh yes, for
Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.
poem- MOBY dreams (chapter titles found poem) November 18, 2013
Diana Gabaldon just released the next set of chapter titles (68-81) for her next novel, “My Own Heart’s Blood.” They looked like they were asking to be a poem, so now they are. I have taken the liberty of re-ordering them for my own purposes. She assures readers there are no spoilers, but I make no such promises. (ha!) I usually use phrases exactly as found, but in this case, the bold words are the titles, and anything not bolded is added for sense or transition (or my own entertainment).
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The Cider Orchard
High Noon
A Single Louse
In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
ponders the
Peculiar Behavior of a Tent, full of
Morasses and Imbroglios,
a Folie à Trois,
The Dangers of Surrendering to passion are,
The Sort of Thing That Will Make a Man Sweat and Tremble,
(and a louse, too) when it must
Go Out in Darkness.
Consider,
The Price of Burnt Sienna:
is a Sparrow-Fart
Among the Tombstones
Pater Noster
Holy louse,
wrong place, wrong time, indeed.