Monday, November 15, 2010

NOV 11 NO ONE WANTS TO READ YOUR HALF BAKED POEMS

2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 11

For today's prompt, take the phrase "No One Wants (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: "No One Wants to Tell the Truth," "No One Wants to Save Their Money," "No One Wants to Write a Sestina," etc. I hope everyone is ready to write a poem today!

4 comments:

Beverly Writer said...

No one wants to hear about your doppleganger, they want to hear about theirs.

No one wants to keep up with poetic challenges, they want you to tell them that the month wrote the poems for them, that's easier.

No one wants to hear about the way your armpit created that human cheese that stunk up the bedroom either, or about the withering looks your grandmother gave you, unless you have a really nice context for that story, I'd rather hear about how norman mailer angered the dad of this novelist, or about how bill styron propositioned the grieving 18 year old, or about how frank sinatra had a reputation as a grieving widow-fucker.

No one wants to hear about your blog unless you are famous, or it involves them, or they are your mom.

Amen.

But no one wants to hear amen, because that too is a little too many shades of religiosity, and lord knows tossing the word lord in here is preventing us from placing the poem in anapest monthly, or did I mean atheists incorporated?

Shall I go on about the death of the letter? No one wants to hear about it.

T-bone said...

No one wants to want

No one wants the cold November rain,
but maybe there are worse things
like reading your blog or getting sick from the flu shot.
No one wants H1N1, but no one wants
it mixed in with the regular flu. It's just like
saying, "this house, it can never be
winterized." No one wants that like they want
headaches from an unidentifiable mold
problem. If you don't want to have
dreams that you are smoking
in your mother-in-law's bedroom,
then maybe you should think
about what you really want. A pug
named Axel. A neighbor named Rich
babysitting his pork loin? Rum balls
are often wanted so badly they are needed.

T-bone said...

whoops...I mean Axl!

Beverly Writer said...

or did you mean axolotl?

http://www.axolotl.org/