Mangled Poetry is a feature where we mangle some poetry, it originally started after I heard a poem (song) whose last line unintentionally broke every poetry rule in the book. Every Sunday we share our poetry, and if it’s not great, that’s even better.
One of my favorite kind of mangled poetry is the kind that focuses on one thing beyond all else… This poem represents my love for freedom.
Sitting at my desk I find I’m just not there,
Feeling the air call to me I fight the dark despair,
It’s hard to let you know my thoughts it’d difficult to dare,
Somewhere someone calls to me but the just are not here,
I’m calm but it’s not easy to wear my underwear,
I wonder if I can get that peace when sometimes I don’t care
I want to run away from here and find some clear air,
But if I found that place would they have good day care,
Perhaps I run because I need a repair,
I wish I were with you there
I do declare
It is unfair.
Please rhyme me a rhyming poetry… and most importantly, don’t worry if it’s not good, this is after all some mangled poetry.
Thank you
August 10th, 2008 at 9:06 pm
I love mangled poetry day. It’s fun to get the brain juices working on something that can be just silly. Also I clicked on the ads by Google that interested me. Teaching poetry, and free poetry at webcrawler. These are going to be so helpful when I go back to school to help teach the kids. Thanks. Here is my Mangled offering.
When I feel old
I feel stone cold
Groans become threefold
It’s hard to uphold
all the moaning and groaning untold.
Looking into the mirror, then I scold,
That person I’m seeing is beautiful to behold.
August 10th, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Oh Lordy I such at this
I surely hope you won’t dis
Cuz this poem sure will miss
So please don’t boo and don’t hiss
Ugh.
Loved your poem!
Thanks for stopping at my blog and commenting. I really appreciate it!
August 10th, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Oops. That is supposed to be:
I suck at this
Not such at this.
Yipes.
August 10th, 2008 at 10:45 pm
I see him in my dreams at night,
A phantom figure within my sight.
If he were real would it be right?
A feeling of lust I cannot fight.
Could he be my shining knight
To take me from the dark to light?
I loved your poem!
August 11th, 2008 at 2:49 am
Omama, I enjoyed your poem, makes me worried about feeling old. I’m glad you were able to find resources for teaching poetry in your school. I’ve thought that mangled poetry might be a good gateway drug into actual poetry. To teach people that they don’t have to be great as long as they just be.
August 11th, 2008 at 2:52 am
Kathryn, You’ve made me smile with your poem, I understood what you were trying to say. I really like your blog, I’m glad you are here!
August 11th, 2008 at 2:53 am
Singing Angel, I like your poem, you’ve done an amazing job of embracing the rhyme scheme. When I first came up with the theme for this weeks mangle it was really listening to the “Hey there Delilah” song by the t-shirt guys. They know how to Rhyme, and they might use the same word to do it if they have to. Still a catchy tune… the first ten times… then it gets old.
August 11th, 2008 at 3:16 am
I’ve never mangled any poetry,
It’s all just been too sweet to me,
Like shining sun through forest trees,
The to be, or not to be.
Claudious, I’m not good at this but I enjoyed yours very much.
August 11th, 2008 at 8:20 am
Lying down for sleep in bed
my thoughts scream out in my head
visions of one that I have read
thoughts of losing I do dredd
Flour everywhere from making bread
So to the night I have fled
to expand the mind and have it spread
Clear, orange, silver and red.
LOL ~ This is awful…forgive me.
Loved your poem, especially the part about your underwear.
August 11th, 2008 at 11:28 am
I’m wearing these pants, they make me feel fat
Next time I go to eat I’ll have someone hit me with a bat
We do have a cat
She doesn’t wear a hat
This poem is so bad I may have just shat.
August 11th, 2008 at 11:53 am
Wow, such talent.
I don’t have it.
Melissa
August 11th, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Carolyn, you did amazing! Lol that’s wonderful, thank you so much!
August 11th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
Harmony, you have a talent that defies description, I have to say that you’re so much better at this than I am. I love the rhymes, bed, head, read, dredd, bread, fled, spread, red. All different words but you didn’t have to stretch at all to get them in there. That was great (and well written)
August 11th, 2008 at 6:53 pm
ALF, this was so perfectly in line with what I was thinking when I thought of the mangled poetry through rhymes. Words that “fit” as best as they can, but the poem is driven by the desire to rhyme something… amazing job! Thank you!
August 11th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
lol Melissa, you made me smile.
August 12th, 2008 at 7:44 pm
How funny! I bet you get some really great stuff by doing this. Most of my poetry is pretty mangled on a good day. A friend gave me one of those magnetic boards, but my kids would have eaten it so it’s packed away until I can trust them not to lose all the words.
August 12th, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Green Girl, I’d love to see more of your poetry, the nice thing about the mangled poetry is you know what to expect, and in many poems it’s hard to put yourself out there.
I got some magnetic alphabet letters for my children, and once they stop eating them I might let them use it… but it’s not the same as a magnetic poetry board.
October 12th, 2008 at 7:15 am
Great poetry. Very talented.