by the Read Write Poem Staff
It’s Day 2! And Read Write Poem member Therese Broderick has a great prompt for you. (Please don’t expect the introductions to all of our NaPoWriMo prompts to rhyme):
If you love acronyms as I do, your mind has already shortened “Read Write Poem” into “RWP.” But the three letters RWP form known acronyms for at least 31 other phrases, including “Random Weird Person” and “Right Wing Pundits.”
Today’s writing prompt is to type the letters RWP into the abbreviation search field at Acronym Attic and write a poem inspired in any way by one or more of the resulting phrases. You don’t have to use the words from the phrase in your poem, but you can if they fit. GLWI (Good Luck With It)! 
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So, I saw that “RWP” could mean “Right Wing Porn”, and just IMMEDIATELY had to spring on that one. The hell with my bedtime.
C-Span Gone Wild
I posted my poem, “Rightnow Write Poetry On Regular White Paper,” regarding this prompt on my blog: http://richelledodaro.blogspot.com
erindavis replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 6:26 pm
Richelle,
I loved your poem. It engaged all of my senses. As someone who loves the smell of old libraries, I really enjoyed this.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2010/04/wa.html
regular white paper
Early today to make sure…
I used RAIN WATER PIPE in my piece, DRIPPING
Snap. Rain Water Pipe here too…
http://pipssqueaks.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2.html
Sounds intriguing. I decided because of the time difference, I will post my day 2 poem on the day 2 post, but because we are almost a day ahead, it will be written to the prompt on the day before. So here is my Shuffle Poem – my second poem for the month – and I will be back tomorrow with my RWP poem.
i was in a whole different place. i may come back to this
http://travelsinthefloatingelvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-2nd.html
Not one of my better efforts. PARTY
Now this is really early for me, but I have off for the next 4 days, yay! Thanks, Therese for this interesting prompt!
Here is mine:
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-really-isnt-anoamly-napowrimo-2.html
…here is my NaPoWriMo #2 post — a poem and a haiku…
rob kistner replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 2:28 am
I came up with Remembering Willow Pond and it lead me to an old man and a park bench… you can read about it above…
I just had to go for Right Wing Porn as well. Too good to turn down, that one.
Heritage, Food, and the Right Wing Porn Policy
I had to go with Right Wing Porno. It just…spoke to me. And if you are going to read it, please be aware I use profanity in most of my poetry…I curse like a sailor on the regular; it just happens to transition over into my poetry.
(And it also has a e.e.cummings style to it.)
Political Porno!
I chose “Review of Previous” and wrote Dear Madam
“Real World People”
http://www.redbubble.com/people/nebsy/writing/4926416-napowrimo-2
that was fun!
I could have gone mtv or lewis carroll; alice won.
real world portal —
http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/real-world-portal/
Sound of a rain water pipe
Winter has left us,
Her mark is still on us
The snow melts in puddles,
The floor is still cold.
Another year passing,
My age is harrassing,
A few more cold winters
And I shall be old.
Rain has come falling,
The sound as if calling
To spring with a promise
What summer may hold.
rob kistner replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 12:26 pm
Thought the brevity here was potent, the re-gendering of winter was clever…
…rob
Image & Verse
erindavis replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 6:34 pm
Nice job. The third stanza was calling my name…
Here’s my prose poem:
http://culdesaccastaways.blogspot.com/2010/04/wave-rendezvous-point-at-revolutionary.html
I used Rear wheel push (Email or message me for the password that I’m using to protect all poetry posts on my blog.)
I have to do these early, before I go to work. Thus: WORKLOAD REDUCTION PROGRAM. Read it at Scrambled, Not Fried.
Sorry. Bad Link Try again:
Srambled, Not Fried
Rural White Paper
Battalions. Hope you enjoy.
Day 2 done with the prompt (Road to Wigan Pier)
http://treeinthetitle.blogspot.com/
I returned to early childhood with
‘ Riding With Pancho’
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
Sorry, this is the link to the exact post:
http://treeinthetitle.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2.html
Here’s mine. I’m new at this NaPoWriMo stuff, so please be gentle!
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/radioactive-waste-pile.html
Uma Gowrishankar replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 11:39 am
Derrick, I liked your poem – the radioactive waste pile indeed!
Revolutionary Workers Party
It’s not what she expected
This party, picking potatoes
The buckling drudgery
The ceaseless meetings
Run by misguided pundits
She expected intelligent discourse
Cultural exchanges
High spirits and camaraderie
More rage against the system.
Instead she realizes
Too late, too late
That the rage and the system
The old and the new
All the parties
Are just alike.
Marija Sanderling
April 2, 2010
Here’s Stuck, inspired by RWP.
Another RWP acronym expansion – Radiant Wall Panels.
Not the most inspiring prompt, but it turned out to be something interesting nonetheless.
Reclaiming Wild Prairie —
http://poiesis3.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-2.html
rob kistner replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 1:22 pm
Would have commented on your blog to say nice read — well done… but your blog wouldn’t let me?
…rob
Image & Verse
Kate replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 1:52 pm
I had trouble commenting on this poem on your blog, so I’ll add my thoughts here.
I enjoyed your twist on the prompt and your unexpected adjective-noun combinations: pebbled gold, blonde flowers.
How are the last two lines different? Are they just bold or are they also larger? At first I wasn’t sure they were still part of the poem.
I am not sure if I am supposed to use the prompt or if I have the freedom to write with my own inspiration, I chose freedom.
http://mothersparrow.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/lily-of-the-valley-napowrimo-day-2/
I write my poems the day before the challenge is posted so they don’t adhere to the prompt.
You can find my poem A Different Palette at
http://word-painting.blogspot.com
Sara replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 1:41 pm
Linda loved todays poem
My poem for Day 2 can be found at http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com
I’m afraid I am a day behind in using the prompts because I couldn’t find Day 1 prompt yesterday when I wanted to blog.
I am really enjoying myself!
viviblake replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 9:18 am
Yay, Linda. Very clever – as usual. I can’t wait to see what you make of today’s prompt!
RWP.
I’ve just posted my second poem—A Different Palette at
http://word-painting.blogspot.com/
Linda
I am en route through three states, so this poem was composed quickly. You can read “Revisiting Warner Pond” (my invented RWP) at–
http://theresebroderick.wordpress.com
http://journeytoinspired.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-2.html
You can read or listen to today’s poem, “Gravity” at:
http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/02/poem-gravity/
Here is mine: http://www.spiritsoflena.com/2010/04/poem-two-for-napowrimo-regular-white.html
Here’s mine:
http://daily-yawp.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-2.html
Here’s mine – not quite matching the prompt.. but an offering all the same.
http://estherpoyer.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/faith-3030-day-2-poem/
Thanks for the prompt, I attempted a Syllable Sestina, Random Writing Prompter
Here it is:
http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2a-safety-dance/
Chanda replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 12:26 pm
And the non-prompt: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/a-toast/
RWP
Rest without peace is no rest for the wicked.
A rhythmic wave process
gives rise to musical works
and a realtime weather processor
is a synonym for standing in the rain.
This random weird person
is not averse to a regular work programme
and her poems could be termed
recycling world poetry.
Linda replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:13 pm
I love your last line, Viv!
Radiant Wall Panels
Our house was lonely, dark and dreary,
“Tear down those walls!” in sudden fury
My patience truly put to the test
Oh, Radiant One, I love you best.
Can you imagine muck and ruin?
Somewhere there was trouble brewin’
It’s over now – I must confess
Oh, Radiant One, I love you best.
Above the fields, the buzzards hover.
Mothers and children all seek cover.
While we are safe within our nest
Oh Radiant One, you are the best.
Panels of glass will shatter and fall
Paper protects you? Not at all.
Within your sturdy arms we rest
Oh Radiant One, I love you best!
I was inspired by “Roger Williams Park”
On Religious Freedom
http://poetry-life-distilled.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-2.html
Here’s mine. I chose “rhythmic wave process.”
http://cosmicmermaid.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/rhythmic-wave-process/
I’m sorrt, I ended up cheating a bit- I used the RWP, but my poem’s theme added an extra letter, but I thought it may be OK that the prompt took me somewhere else.
Rip Van Winkle’s Place
She steps into his house with a shush, sweep of skirt
on the boards a preliminary brush, each step of walk,
a moustache of dust a coups her hem.
Pans hung by a stove toss coins of light, flip copper
rings to air, land circles on eyelids that never flinch.
He sleeps and she moves all around him,
makes a mess by living, flowers open so slowly,
uncurled by white fingers of long winters probe into stemsbefore they wither. If she lets it, hours pile up
around him, in monuments to his sleep, a clutter
of action will be his wake. No need to tip toe or quieten the scavenging birds, sparrows hatch, swallows
have flown across his open mouth, spiders return
to make fine lace shawls across his chest,tremor less over his heartbeat than in the breeze of spring.
She has stopped lifting the sheets, to pick mushrooms
that grow between his legs, poke out shy white caps.
Her daily bread rises and doesn’t stir a nostril hair
leaving its cave to test the air and offer it no more.
Her breasts an inch from his face, a globe of sweat
drops and leaves a disk of salt on lips he doesn’t lick
as she leans over the sleeper to straighten a picture above his bed. It has changed, a dozen paintings
in the same the frame- the golden hay scene bleached
and the sly shepardess with apples replaced
by an old woman raking leaves, a burning fall’s ashes on her cheeks picture switched for white space on wall.
She polishes the floor till her knuckles are waxed,
wrinkles filled with the smell on her hands.
Older, yet evidence of years stake their claim on him in different ways,
his hair a dozen hoarfrosts etched white,
but his face wiped, uncreased.
He ages like a book that’s never been read,
the parchment yellowed slowly,corners unthumbed,
not handled, no nuances of smile underlined.
She keeps cleaning, all she can hear is the squeak
of her cloth on wood, if she tries, works hard enough
her breath on mirror draws veils across the kelp aroma,
in the flotsam and jet of his breaths. If she stops,
she will be caught in their tide, notice how they change,
come in and out, soft as spray, then roar,
a crash of waves, the sound of seasons, of love,
being coaxed or dragged away one breath at a time.
Another great prompt, and one that provides something different than my usual writing..
http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2-realtime-weather-processor.html
ARG! Line breaks lost, try again.
Rip Van Winkle’s Place
She steps into his house with a shush, sweep of skirt
on the boards a preliminary brush, each step of walk,
a moustache of dust a coups her hem.
Pans hung by a stove toss coins of light, flip copper
rings to air, land circles on eyelids that never flinch.
He sleeps and she moves all around him,
makes a mess by living, flowers open so slowly,
uncurled by white fingers of long winters probe into stems
before they wither. If she lets it,hours pile up
around him, in monuments to his sleep, a clutter of action will be his wake. No need to tip toe or quieten the scavenging birds, sparrows hatch, swallows
have flown across his open mouth, spiders return
to make fine lace shawls across his chest,
tremor less over his heartbeat than cobwebs in the breeze of spring.
She has stopped lifting the sheets, to pick mushrooms
that grow between his legs, poke out shy white caps.
Her daily bread rises and doesn’t stir a nostril hair
leaving its cave to test the air and offer it no more.
Her breasts an inch from his face, a globe of sweat
drops and leaves a disk of salt on lips he doesn’t lick
as she leans over the sleeper to straighten a picture above his bed.
It has changed, a dozen paintings in the same the frame- the golden hay scene bleached
and the sly shepardess with apples replaced
by an old woman raking leaves, a burning fall’s ashes on her cheeks
the picture switched for white space on wall.
She polishes the floor till her knuckles are waxed,
wrinkles filled with the smell on her hands.
Older, yet evidence of years stake their claim on him in different ways,
his hair a dozen hoarfrosts etched white,
but his face wiped, uncreased.
He ages like a book that’s never been read,
the parchment yellowed slowly,corners unthumbed,
not handled, no nuances of smile underlined.
She keeps cleaning, all she can hear is the squeak
of her cloth on wood, if she tries, works hard enough
her breath on mirror draws veils across the kelp aroma,
in the flotsam and jet of his breaths. If she stops,
she will be caught in their tide, notice how they change,
come in and out, soft as spray, then roar,
a crash of waves, the sound of seasons, of love,
being coaxed or dragged away one breath at a time.
I was very tempted to do Right Wing Porn but settled on the more decorous (well, it is Good Friday!) Rain Water Pipe for my haiku posted on my blog at http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2-ol-acronym-switcheroo.html
NaPoWriMo 2/30 posted at http://www.ronniek.org/napowrimo
here is mine: http://teapartiesonneptune.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/remembering-wistfully-purple-sunsets/
Here is my Day 2 poem – http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/04/02/radiant-wall-panel/
This was one great prompt! I love acronyms and the random places they will take you.
Here’s #2 and looking forward to more.
http://rustbloommansions.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-two-poem-2-radio-wave-propagation.html
Here is my poem for todays prompt
http://bygraceandfaith.tumblr.com/
http://bygraceandfaith.tumblr.com/
Today’s poem
Red Winged Phoenix
http://nothinghypothetical.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/red-winged-phoenix/
This took me down quite a different path! Great idea for a prompt.
Members of the Revolutionary Working Party Know
Regular White Paper
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474978147256
I went with ‘roof wall panel’.
imminent departure
Roadway Worker Protection
On Monday the guys had one of those
little pink energizer bunnies
marching around and around them
in the middle of the road
an SUV honked at me when I slowed down
Damn I shouted, I’m trying to be careful here!
The next day on my commute
they had potted azaleas ringing the work site
pink white and red
the pots were terracotta of course
not so exciting but
traffic was slower
On Wednesday there were tables
with buffet food set up around them
a barista was there making the workers
carmel macchiatos, double skinny no whip
I wanted to pull over
but there was no parking anywhere
Thursday found the workers
taking turns skinny dipping
in small blow-up wading pools
it was a really hot morning
this definitely had traffic
slowed to a crawl
The last day of the week
there were bouncy houses
placed along the sidewalk
and a giant blow-up slide
the workers were having a hard time
taking turns
~ Khadija Anderson 4/2/10
Joanne Johns replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:19 pm
Love it
Cristina Trapani-Scott replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 9:15 pm
Loved how you imagined this. It made me laugh picturing all of this.
Jason Riedy replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Fantastic, in many senses!
A bit belated in posting, but here is “Radio Wave Propogation”:
http://poemblaze.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/napowrimo-2/
I cheated a bit and used an anagram instead of an acronym:
Repeated, I Worm”
Apparently one of the things RWP stands for is Review of Previous
I included as many as I could in a sort of “review” of The New Politics…http://musetomyeyes.blogspot.com
Right Wing Pundits – dovetailed with Good Friday too dang well.
Great prompt idea!
Cathy
kolokolchiki replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 4:14 pm
Before I read your poem, I didn’t see the connection. Having read though, I think the two ideas do juxtapose well. The ideas in the poem are thought provoking. Thank you!
Seem to be having problems posting… my poem Right Wing Pundits can be found on http://www.cathymcguire.com/poetry.htm” title=”www.cathymcguire.com” rel=”nofollow”> Great prompt!
Cathy
barbara_y replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:02 pm
your link’s still not working, Cathy. Did find your poems, though. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere to comment on site. Too true.
Radioactive waste piles might be found in “Prom Season.”
http://avniously.blogspot.com/2010/04/radioactive-waste-piles.html
haikujunky replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 1:32 pm
love the imagery!
Kristen McHenry replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 9:38 pm
AJV, my post wouldn’t show up on your blog, but your poem is terrific! Very funny, sad, poignant and amusing all at the same time, and well-written, too. Nice job!
This is a silly poem:
Restful Workplace Program
In the restful workplace program naps
are between budget meetings and a client presentation,
spa music is piped in and people nudge along.
No coffee or tea, only cucumber water
and Thi Chi for energy. Organizational
Psychologists are consulted on the best angles
for chairs and desks and pencils in the hand
to maximize rest without erring on the side of ennui.
Your aura is measured on a regular basis
and if you are looking too purple or green
you are asked to take some time off, paid of course.
In this program you are not allowed to have kids,
but maybe a spouse as long as the relationship is healthy
because loneliness can grate your productivity.
There are flowers on your desk, the hypoallergenic
kind, that just bloomed yesterday. You can add
a fountain next to your desk if you find
the constant of water gives you the security
your father did not or someone can place a sunlamp
outside of your window on rainy days. Today’s memo
announces the CEO’s cholesterol is lower, due to less
stress which equals better cravings for vegetables
and to celebrate happy hour is being reinstated,
though isn’t everyone trying to be happier
in this hour than the one before?
haikujunky replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 1:34 pm
Not silly!!! Really funny and those are some of the best poems in my opinion, we get so caught up in trying to be serious and have a message sometimes!
erindavis replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Melissa Holm–
loved your poem, how it shifts from the ideal workplace to something a bit darker and slightly sinister.
Elizabeth replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:01 pm
Not so silly. It is a portrait of the “perfect crunch granola” workplace done with humour.
This part works so well.
Today’s memo
announces the CEO’s cholesterol is lower, due to less
stress which equals better cravings for vegetables
and to celebrate happy hour is being reinstated,
though isn’t everyone trying to be happier
in this hour than the one before?
barbara_y replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 5:12 pm
I wouldn’t say silly, either. I’d say somewhere between wry and dark.
Heather replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 9:20 pm
Ha, I really love this! Sounds like it was written stream-of-consciously. It’s very engaging, with lots of great imagery, and it tells a great story. Well played!
“Chill out, relax and click on us instead…” Read this fun villanelle about a website that does kids homework! Visit the NaPoWriMo 2010 page at wwww.gregoconnell.com
“Chill out relax and click on us instead…” Read this fun villanelle about a website that does kids homework! Visit the NaPoWriMo 2010 page at http://www.gregoconnell.com
http://triatriatria.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/rhythmic-wave-process/
I started a blog just for NaPoWriMo! Good inspiration! I chose Radisson Witch Project–too good to pass up.
http://katharinewhitcomb.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2-radisson-witch-project.html