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A Note for My Grandma (Left in her Kitchen) by Greg Pincus
Cookies are not safe near me: Temptation is my foe. I see a cookie? Eat, eat, eat! I try to stop... but no. My worry for poor cookies’ health Is very real, and so... Since cookies are not safe near me That’s why I ate your dough.
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Hi Greg, I am a fan from MM Poetry with Ed. Met Ed and Allan and April at IRA in Chicago. Great to meet Ed in person! Your poem reminds me of William Carlos Williams and his plums. Yours gets to the heart of childhood. But woe is me, now we have to worry about salmonella!! How many times will they figure out ways to stomp on the fun of childhood and life? Love your site and your poetry shares of all stripes. Janet F. OOOOO maybe Ed will want to use salmonella in a poem next year. A word of caution to all poets, he will have a year to come up with these words. What fun. I am a (newly retired) teacher and looking for ways to incorporate MMpoetry in school and spread the word to more teachers. (I now volunteer and consult about using poetry as part of daily life in the classroom, I maintain its benefits are HUGE, but you must know that already.)
Ha! Fun poem, and I love these comments, too. The poor plums, and now, cookie dough. (And I hadn't thought about the fact that Ed will have so much time to figure out new words to torture, I mean, tempt, us with for MM '13.) Tanita's spot-on about Grandma's response, I'm sure... ;0)
Thanks, y'all. This poem actually has some March Madness inspiration - I believe it was the word "temptation" that appeared in round one of that fine contest... and ended up here. And yeah, I think Grandma's return note might not be as kind :-)
So, as I was reading & loving your poem, I am reminded of a time when our dog did eat the dough, really! We had no one to send a note to, just made sure the dog was outside because he became quite sick. We watched the dough carefully after that. I like the way you presented by protecting the cookies, always a good idea!
Greg -- this is great. It was even funnier the second time when I slowed down my reading and actually envisioned the kid writing out the note, leaving it on the table, and then walking out of the room without a hint of guilt.
Linda, I assure you, this is all about protecting the cookies. And that is why, Ed, there is not a HINT of guilt involved. Not that this is in any way a true story, mind you. I'm just projecting!
Things to Say to Your Younger Sibling by Greg Pincus
Candy’s legal to steal. Yes, zombies are real. Dad said I’m in charge. Your cookie’s too large. Of course, I won’t tell. You tripped? No. You fell. Bird poop’s nutritious. Mom’s meatloaf’s delicious. Oops. My fist slipped. Fell? I was tripped! Oh, no! You’ve been cursed! Looks safe. You go first. Sooooooo sorry you lost. My fingers were crossed.
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As the "younger" sib in this scenario I can assure you I heard every one of these "rules" and bought them all! Ah, the good old days. Happy the competition allowed you to generate this and that you shared it- I like it a lot!
I'm actually the younger sibling, too, so read into that what you may :-) (Nah... I'm kidding, bro!). I've found the Madness has been highly inspirational, actually - both from the prompts and reading all the amazing stuff the other poets are writing - and over time I'll be sharing more of what I came up with cuz of it. Good times!
Gotta go with: 4-manipulate (for obvious reasons), 5-shenanigans (such games you play!), or 16-psychoanalysis (for what you, or your brother, would need after all of this). Could be a few others but those jump to mind.
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at A Year of Reading (where co-host Mary Lee Hahn, still alive and kicking in the Madness, shares one of her fab poems). Why not check out all the poetry goodies today?
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It's a great poem, Greg-maybe should be posted by the coffee pot! Good luck in the madness this afternoon. I'll look for you! And no, I've never been able to say that sentence.
Mom says it’s how I’m wired: I’m like a spinning top. My teachers say I’m like the wind: I never, ever stop.
My brother says I’m like a pest - That’s why we often fight. My grandma says I’m like the moon: I’ll shine and shine all night.
My doctor says I’m like a kid Who’s got ADHD. My father says I’m just like him.... I think that I’m just me.
Thanks to all of you who voted (for me and my poem Wake Up Call or for anyone) in the first round of Ed DeCaria's March Poetry Madness. It's a really fun event... and I'm excited that I've moved on to the round of 32.
My next poem will be up Monday morning, but I can't tell you what it's about since I haven't yet received the word I have to use for it! In the meantime, there's great reading up at Ed's site, and other poems coming up for voting Sunday morning. I hope you'll check it out. Good times!
The above poem was the first one I wrote based on the word I got in the first round - wired. I eventually submitted a totally different poem, but I thought it would be fun to share this one, too.
Plus, I just announced the 2012 Edition of 30 Poets/30 Days. I hope you'll be following along, as the poetry in April is going to be fantastic.
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Thanks, Linda. Luckily, the next poem doesn't HAVE to be longer... though as we move along, the poems in March Madness are allowed to be longer. But hey, if someone writes a great two word poem, it'll fit in any round. And I'm sorry you didn't move out of the closest matchup in the whole event! Next year. Next year....
My friends have all been arguing. My brother spats with sis. My mom and dad Are fighting mad (Although I saw them kiss).
Perhaps it’s just the summer heat That’s making tempers flare? That could be true. I have no clue, But something’s in the air.
So now, today, July the Fourth, I think a picnic’s right. I’ll make a call, “Come one and all, Let’s eat and talk all night.”
I’ll post big signs about each guest, I’ll list their flaws and quirks. Then I’ll step back To yell “attack!”... And watch the fireworks.
Happy July 4th to you all (whether you're celebrating Independence Day or are, perhaps, overseas and merely experiencing July 4th as another day). For that matter, happy whatever day it might be when you read this! I've heard this Internet thang is forever, and you might just run into this another day... :-)
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I do not like my haircut. I’ll never get another. Or if I do, next time, for sure, it won’t be from my brother.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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TadMack said, on 4/20/2008 2:14:00 PM
Heh. I like this one, too -- I think you could also write a poem about an adolescent girl who just "trims" her bangs one morning... and it goes on and on... and on...
Greg said, on 4/21/2008 10:09:00 PM
My brother actually cut my hair once. He was right handed and his right arm was in a cast. He did the job using his left. I few days later I went to the barber and had my head shaved.
My doubles partner’s really bad. We never win. It makes me mad. I’d trade him but he’d get so sad. I really I wish I never had Teamed for doubles with my dad.
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Hi Greg,
I am a fan from MM Poetry with Ed. Met Ed and Allan and April at IRA in Chicago. Great to meet Ed in person! Your poem reminds me of William Carlos Williams and his plums. Yours gets to the heart of childhood. But woe is me, now we have to worry about salmonella!! How many times will they figure out ways to stomp on the fun of childhood and life? Love your site and your poetry shares of all stripes.
Janet F.
OOOOO maybe Ed will want to use salmonella in a poem next year. A word of caution to all poets, he will have a year to come up with these words. What fun. I am a (newly retired) teacher and looking for ways to incorporate MMpoetry in school and spread the word to more teachers. (I now volunteer and consult about using poetry as part of daily life in the classroom, I maintain its benefits are HUGE, but you must know that already.)
Hah!
Grandma's note to me after the loss of the cookie dough might be rather more succinct...
Ha! Fun poem, and I love these comments, too. The poor plums, and now, cookie dough. (And I hadn't thought about the fact that Ed will have so much time to figure out new words to torture, I mean, tempt, us with for MM '13.) Tanita's spot-on about Grandma's response, I'm sure... ;0)
brilliant. and oh so relative.
Thanks for the memories, Greg. Your poem is adorable. This blog is great and the comments you get are very entertaining.
Thanks, y'all. This poem actually has some March Madness inspiration - I believe it was the word "temptation" that appeared in round one of that fine contest... and ended up here. And yeah, I think Grandma's return note might not be as kind :-)
So, as I was reading & loving your poem, I am reminded of a time when our dog did eat the dough, really! We had no one to send a note to, just made sure the dog was outside because he became quite sick. We watched the dough carefully after that. I like the way you presented by protecting the cookies, always a good idea!
This poem is a lot of fun! Great ending! Thanks for sharing.
Greg -- this is great. It was even funnier the second time when I slowed down my reading and actually envisioned the kid writing out the note, leaving it on the table, and then walking out of the room without a hint of guilt.
Linda, I assure you, this is all about protecting the cookies. And that is why, Ed, there is not a HINT of guilt involved. Not that this is in any way a true story, mind you. I'm just projecting!