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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My poem for day 2
RWP (Rhythmic Wave Process) posted at:
http://www.shewrites.com/profile/NancyHatamiya
Well I started with Regular White Paper and somehow it morphed into this.
~*~*~*~*~
Rare White Plumage
Albino peacock: lacy fan a frame of feathers,
a halo white as the bones of the moon
as stars crushed like aspirin
beautiful and rare, and yet
that does not mean we don’t wince
for there is something in his ignorant dignity
that stirs pity, something in the whiteness
that feels like loss, like skin too thin
to hide the blue veins.
For Day 2 — http://tasmith1122.wordpress.com/2010/04/03/readwritepoem-napowrimo-day-2/
Here’s today’s: To What End
Struggled today. And it’s only day 2! Perhaps this is a fragment that will turn into something more one day…
It’s late, so I went with the haiku.
http://comtngrl.livejournal.com/1052.html
Radioactive Waste Pile
Booty shorts and
Mini Ts
Show off the bits
I need not see
Poison drips like
Runny paint
Of a rather ghastly hue
A blend of puce and
Shitty brown,
Mixed up in
Little old you
The air you breathe
That once was clean
Emerges with a
Noxious sheen
Your mind, a cesspool
A veritable dump
You dear girl
Are dumb as a stump.
Sarah Sidney Coty replied:
April 2nd, 2010 at 11:56 pm
I’ve SEEN that girl!
Great imagery…
This was a sillier piece of mine
. A bit mean, but based around a particular incident I noticed.
http://www.robertlunday.net/2010/04/poem-2-rain.html
well, at least I read the prompt this time.
http://makeda42.livejournal.com/59201.html
http://immortality-in-words.deviantart.com/art/NPWM2-Never-Again-I-Swear-159353861
Not based on the prompt.
shade replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 12:44 am
Also, in my timezone, its 11:44. Does this still count?
Dana Guthrie Martin replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 12:55 am
Yes!
http://1986-present.tumblr.com/post/492724490/2-roman-web-place
http://seashelllz.livejournal.com/112602.html
#1 & #2 here:
http://meetinggrace.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/napowrimo-1-2/
Totally forgot about this until the last minute… oh well, it was whimsical and fun.
http://eyemachine.xanga.com/724667710/napowrimo-regular-white-paper/
Chantelle replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 1:38 am
I guess here is where I mention I am in the Pacific time zone…
Not late I swear! haha
Drawers Pull
April 2, 2010
The pull of the drawer
is not the knob,
the decorative doo-dad
that adorns the face –
no, the pull of the drawer
is the possibility that,
tucked in the darkest corner,
behind the scraps of
wasted words
and the pens bled dry,
I just might find
the treasures
I tried to regret.
Sable replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 2:45 am
Love “the treasures I tried to regret.”
Ed replied:
April 6th, 2010 at 12:39 am
Thanks! It started out as a typo in an early draft and then I tried to build to it. Thank goodness for clumsy fingers.
Remembering Willow Pond
OK so I took the 1st one on the list and mangled the month’s acronym to boot
http://vanessavaile.posterous.com/2-nawripomo
Day 2 is up at alienfireworks.blogspot.com. Down to the wire!
WHAT HAPPENS – STAYS
he showed me online photos
of sports memorabilia
he identified as being from
the roman warm period.
translation?
hot merchandise
stolen from some
hotel casino in vegas.
residential wire pro?
just his way
of saying
he was paid
to bug phones
in places where
people lived.
he had a way
with words.
finding thugs to come along
on a job to lend muscle
he described as recruitment
and workforce planning.
I agreed to meet him
in the middle of the playground
in roger williams park
“it’s near the LVMG’ he said
tacking on ‘the las vegas
museum of gambling
across the street from
the elvis chapel.”
like an afterthought tied
to the rear bumper
of a just married-mobile.
not really a playground
not really a park
not really a museum
not really a chapel
not really a gamble
not really a meeting
so much as the intersection
of a right wing porn addict
posing as an entrepreneur
(a remote web publisher
if you could believe
his business card)
and some random weird person
a typewriter monkey in need
of something anything to write
on regular white paper
Here’s my NaPoWriMo #2
In My Mind
I climb the stairs to the attic”
on my mining,
Pulling up the folding stairs
behind me
Alone, muffle voices recede
the attic’s roms expand
before me.
waling through the cooordeos
I pass flat scheens
Sometimes stopping,
I catch glimpses,
DVDs for the real me,
in High-Def.
I visit the Hippocampus room
There goes the frontal cortex foyer.
I’m lost in the grey matte
April 2, 2010
I forgot the link for day 2
http://brokeness.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-mind-napowrimos.html
oops, I gave the site but here’s the actual link: http://www.alienfireworks.blogspot.com/
Hey, I enjoyed the acronyms round. Just a point though. Regular White Paper seems to draw a lot of the attention. Is that because it was top of the list and lots of people saw if first so thought they would write about it? I wrote RIP while printing which I think is a bit more different and challenging than the “blank canvas” approach. Does anyone agree?
Random Weird People
I.
Calls himself “The Rock.”
Obsessed with professional wrestling.
Blue color.
Prone to violent outbursts and fits of rage.
Impulsive.
Hot headed.
Flashes-of-genius.
II.
Flamboyant.
Ostentatious.
Effeminate.
Self centered.
Romantic.
Owner of Babs, three-time Best in Show, pure breed Welsh Corgi
Cross dresser.
Aka – Maggy May
III.
Kiss ass.
Show off.
IV.
Hippie.
Lacking in personal hygiene.
Loveable loser.
Followed The Dead from 1983 – 1998.
Ashtanga Yoga Instructor.
V.
Fanatic.
Right Wing Ideologue.
Doctrinaire.
Presdient, Students for Larouche.
Lists Oswald, Sir Han Sir Han, James Wilkes Booth as heroes.
Has a small shack in the Montana Mountains – just in case.
VI.
Inferiority complex.
Napoleonic tendencies
Overcompensates.
VII.
Former Fed.
Twice Suspected of Mail Fraud.
Expensive tastes.
Possible drinking problem.
VIII.
Standoffish.
Dark.
Foreboding.
Lists The Smiths as his favorite band.
Prefers to wear black.
Kind of a dick.
IX.
Boring.
Nerd.
XII.
Even more boring than the last guy.
X.
Slow.
Dense.
Gullible.
Dull.
Really Dense.
A real pain in the ass.
XI.
Racist.
XIII.
Jesus Wept.
Hi Jeff,
Random Weird People
tree huggers,
heart tuggers,
bst jugglers
internet daters,
Love haters
Really weird people
Moon stragglers
Battle star galacticas
Heart breakers
Joy fakers
Dream makers
Butchers.bakers
Murdering swine
Mannequin alpine
Potter Art Deco
EMOs or EMUs?
EEC, BBC,
Breakfast at Tiffanies
Elvis in drag
Bag of bones
on pirate ships.
Jeff replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 2:44 am
Snap, snap snap! see that is what is trying to do!
Marija Sanderling replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 6:50 am
What fun! I love your rhythm.
Carol Fenwick replied:
April 3rd, 2010 at 10:17 am
Thank you Marija!
Good point, Jeff. Peace not war. Let’s not be defeated by differences of opinion. I respect your view.
I chose Right Wing Porn
You can find it here:
http://redshoepoet.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-challege-2.html
you can read my response to prompt #2 here:
ragbone.wordpress.com
Day 3’s effort:
INFARCT
Twenty years of pills,
blood tests by the dozen,
echographs peering
deep into my core.
Ten years since
the last disruptive drama,
since when just a hiccup
here and there.
Slow re-growth of confidence:
false impression of reprieve.
All that’s left now is fear of
blues and twos…
and surgery…
and pain…
Its regular white paper for me
http://poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2010/04/regular-white-paper.html
Reminds me of Bukowski in some strange way
Wrote this poem…then discovered the daily prompts (thanks to a student of mine!). I will be checking out the daily prompts from now on!
April 2’s Poem ~ “To English 11 ~ 1B” ~ http://treasures.edublogs.org/2010/04/02/readwritepoem-april-2/
I think I’ve posted everything in the wrong place- so I’m posting what i did yesterday just incase.
(I cheated by adding a letter .)
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.
My work from Day 2, written on the airplane. I am excited to actually post on the day… which I will attempt to do with Day 3. I want to write to the prompt so it is time to see what is there waiting for me.
http://juliejordanscott.typepad.com/jjspoetry/2010/04/napowrimo-day-2-her-laughter.html
Sorry but I didn´t know there was a subject everyday and with the different time zone I missed the two first days.
Anyway, mine is here:
http://stiletto.crisopeya.eu/2010/04/03/napowrimo-2-the-ol%E2%80%99-acronym-switcheroo/
here’s a link to the illustrated poem:
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4499264&l=aa9085e2d1&id=638476499
Reclaimed Water Project
As the sun dries the land
we collect all we can
from the pans on the flat roof
collecting the dew
to the ones no one
will discuss.
It tastes yellow
but its still fluid.
Forgot to post the link to my poem#2.
http://sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-napowrimo-2.html
Thanks everyone for your great comments. It was fun to read them. kw
Reclaimed Water Project
Groundwater aquifers are parched and disappointed from numerous empty promises. “Get your water here!” Shouts heard from the Cracker Jack seller at a local ball park. $2.00, $5.00, $7.50, when will it stop? Water is a free natural resource yet corporations beg, buy, and swindle their hands into pockets of every American brainwashing minds to think as they do, ‘Bottled water is best’. This won’t last long for the purest springs are running dry yet we waste, waste, waste, hundreds of gallons a day on frivilous activities when third world countries barely have drops to wash away the impoverished dirt from their bones. This substance that is necessary to sustain life has taken on the role of precious commodity…we need a new plan of action.
actually, this is the url for the ol’ switcheroo.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=173311&id=638476499&saved#!/photo.php?pid=4499265&id=638476499&fbid=386713641499
Right Wing Porn
http://legacyleonard.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-prompt-2-right-wing-porn.html
Right Wing Porn is a popular one!
http://scriptophobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2.html
http://ingeborgsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-aril-2nd-clean-as-whistle.html
http://kyleakoyote.tumblr.com/post/496632369/regular-white-paper-aka-napowrimo-2
Lack of internet has been made me late.
http://thebooklife.wordpress.com/2010/04/04/4-2/
Robert’s Wrestling Page
Robert is his name
we call him Bobby, grandson
precious baby boy
Random Weird Person
random as April rain and wind
weird longings arise with ferocious weather
person I am parses emotions through the sieve of time
Rural Water Period
rural life suits me fine except
water raining on finch and jay reflects my sadness
period.
Right Wing Porn
A conflict of its own party, not limited to the right wingers.
Senators perfecting their codes in airport bathrooms, oh a wide stance?
Personal private feelings exposed and ridiculed; just be honest.
[American Sentence]
King Of Skeletons And Ghosts
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 04 02
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/02/king_of_skeletons_and_ghosts
Now that was fun! What a great idea;
Right Wing Policy
He took me under his wing
Like Tiger and Sandra’s Jesse James
Highway men and robbers
Robbing faith, in the name of fame and fortune
Wings, indeed
That is what he said
policies are made to be broken
I chose to fly away
Ladies
taste the wine
drink your cup dry
and fly
A Haiku
Recycled Water Plant – A Haiku
http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2-th…nym-switcheroo/
Oops, this one works: http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-2-the-ol%E2%80%99-acronym-switcheroo/
based on ‘Random Weird Person’
http://shannons-words.livejournal.com/153529.html