Poetry Party #3

Things that happen at a Poetry Party: reading, pie-eating, and phone-checking.

Things that happen at a Poetry Party: reading, pie-eating, and phone-checking.

We successfully held our third annual Poetry Party! Not everyone likes poetry, so we always try to keep things light-hearted and fun… Once again, it was a successful night with plenty of food and wine, and both very good and very bad poetry.

Seriously, one of the highlights of the night was reading from a book titled ‘Very Bad Poetry’, including a poem about a very large cheese, and a poem written in baby talk. Also amusing, we discovered a new favorite poet by the name of Ogden Nash, who is know for his humorous but clever work. One of the Poetry Party attendants also read their own creation, a piece of verse inspired by the Illinois prairie; well done!

Stumped trying to write a group haiku.

Stumped trying to write a group haiku.

Something to try for next time: ever heard of six word stories? Finally, we also wrote some collaborative haikus, as we’ve done in years past. Here is a small sampling:

Cake is best eaten

White inside with white frosting

I’m a cake racist

Hidden in the snow

Sheaves waiting for spring rainfall

Harvest by autumn

Dinosaur boxing

T-rex arms flailing past face

Extinction is nigh


Poetry Party #2: https://rjsmith2.wordpress.com/2011/03/20/poetry-party-2/

Poetry Party #1: https://rjsmith2.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/poetry-party/

Poetry Party #2

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This past weekend we had our 2nd poetry party, and we came up with some fun, creative stuff again. Some of the more entertaining poems and creations I thought I would list here as a record of the party. As last year, we wrote some haikus, and also some collaborative free-form poems. Here are the highlights:


“Caribbean Haiku”

Sharks seek bamboo skirts

Pirate Bahama disease

Scurvy will kill you

Jamaican accents

Wish they read the nightly news

I would be amused

The train is coming

Oh shit, where is the airport?

Someone stole my bike


To make the mundane classy

The pig slips on the dressing gown

Oh why must we lie when the truth lies uncovered?

There to be seen by all yet none

Love, change and society

One poet’s desire to not be outdone

The ideas are in my mind’s eye

But the words change like scrabble letters

And I can find no clear picture

I have lost interest in poetry

It is horrible

I would rather make a sandwich

Of the turkey variety

As i spread on the mayo

Inspiration arises

The love returns, the passion exists once more

I am free to create, to do what I was born for

“Cheap Wine”

I went to the grocery store – but alas!

My wallet again was only half mast

Without much money

This night could turn funny

What to fill my glass?

With not much money to spare

Do I dare go with a bottle of red?

Or do I just go home instead?

I can’t return empty-handed

Or my evening won’t be enchanted

But what luck, I’ve found the daily deal

A dollar fifty for a bottle, what a steal!

With change in my pocket

I hit the cheese market

Shelves tumble with cubes and wheels

Fontina, swiss and gruyere

Another world from the chaos of the street

Like a lost island and I a pirate fresh in plunder

Treasure in hand I turn towards the Smith’s, amidst the booming thunder

Poetry Party

We had a successful poetry party on Saturday night, although I regret to say that I didn’t take any pictures. My brother was too self-conscious wearing a beret 🙂 We had some great wine and cheese, but the most successful part was probably the rotating haikus: A haiku is 3 lines: the first line has 5 syllables, the second line has 7, and then the third has 5 again. So one person wrote the first line and passed it to the person sitting next to them to write the 2nd line, etc. Here are some of the haikus just for fun:

Cheese is really good

But lactose intolerance

Prevents dairy-joy

Deep thoughts, busy days

Are they incompatible?

My haiku says yes

“Sonic Boom”

Can’t hear the music

Color overwhelms senses

Deaf and blind crazy

The frost becomes dew

Sun, the magnifying glass

Now I can forgive

“Think outside the sox”

My shoes are too small

I hate my big finger-toes

Solution: an axe

“Stomach’s Query”


Why is there nothing to eat?

The dog looks tasty

Heavens T’Betsy

I think I have a flat tire

And a balding head

The start of the world

Such that no one can define

Albert Einstein mad