Category: Magnetic Poetry (Page 2 of 3)

Magnificent Magnetic Poetry

February 18, 2012 / Katie L. Carroll

The poetry has been building up on my fridge. And the poets have really outdone themselves with this round of magnetic verse. Here’s the latest musings:

squirrel breeze

        dream freeze
                 conscious can
                         gray man (nice rhyming scheme and use of spacing here…I have no idea what it all means, but I sometimes wonder if that’s not the hallmark of good poetry…me not understanding it!)

the devil relax ed with a cold drink after a long night of trick er y (I wonder what the devil’s drink of choice is…wouldn’t it be funny if it was an appletini?)
explore a prostitute s body with random electric fruit s (yikes!)
howl that beautiful morning torso noise (this person must have had beans the night before)
dream s create inspiration between cold shadow s and silent thought s (I wish my dreams did this…mostly they leave me feeling a bit puzzled)
live for more than a memory (very deep, very wise)
spark muse speak music green woman green woman (the use of repetition here indicates the author has a great understanding of literary techniques…or an unhealthy obsession with the Green Giant’s girlfriend!)
imagine a friend and she will come a live (kind of cool, but also kind of scary)
emotion s bleed the heart wrench the mind expose our soul and leave us naked (my favorite of the bunch, no explanation needed!)

The Hubby came up with the idea of hiding some of the overused words. “Prostitute,” “Pickle,” “Explore,” “Naked,” “Skeleton” come to mind (and pretty much anything else that can be manipulated into a dirty phrase). Although as we can see from the above lines, those words still offer thought-provoking options. “Prostitute” still should go…not much you can do with that word that isn’t dirty!

Magnetic Poetry: “take only truth make only love”

July 20, 2011 / Katie L. Carroll

The magnetic poetry writers were at it again. Some of the old favorites showed up (I’m looking at you “pleasure puppet”), but this was some of the best poetry ever to be displayed on my refrigerator.

walk like a skeleton look like a gentle little girl (possibly good advice for a skeleton, but sounds a little threatening to little girls)

squirrel play spark s emotion (as long as the squirrels aren’t eating anything out of my veggie garden, their play is okay with me)

please expose the fruit (that’s what she said!)

explore you r mind and dream sweet vision s as you drown in the puddle of my soul (I’d say that’s one deep soul we’re talking about here, but I’ve heard a person can drown in less than an inch of water, so maybe this soul isn’t so deep after all)

he ly no or (I’m not sure these magnets were put together with any specific purpose in mind, but any form of expression–intentional or not–gets included…for better or for worse)

feel that hard monkey s pleasure puppet give tremendous naked sex (the monkey and the pleasure puppet are always up to no good)

essential bosom compel always (the question here is what does the essential bosom compel one to do)

make another memory to warm the cold night s of no moon and dark shadow s (nothing like anticipating the need to stave off a depressing night)

dead experience (quite the intriguing oxymoron)

take only truth make only love (I think I saved the best for last)

Once again, thanks to everyone who chose to expose the fruit of their creativity on my refrigerator. Your musing never fail to entertain me.

Magnetic Poetry: Mother’s Day

May 9, 2011 / Katie L. Carroll

The ladies and I had a lovely brunch yesterday to celebrate Mother’s Day. The weather was gorgeous and several of us kept the festivities going when we walked around the green and checked out a craft fair.

With my status as mother-to-be I got my first ever Mother’s Day presents in the form of cards, flowers, and delicious homemade banana bread (thanks goes out to The Boy…yup, it’s a boy!). The hubby decorated the refrigerator with ultrasound pictures of the little guy, but that wasn’t the only thing that ended up on the refrigerator.

That’s right! As with all the gatherings at my house, the guests were encouraged to express themselves with poetry. There was a whole new crop of words that had been added to the magnetic poetry kit since the last installment and the phrases were flowing. Here’s what the guests had to say:

spring morning garden leave s little want ing (there’s nothing I can really add to this beautiful sentiment…but notice I still added something by pointing that out)

imagine sweet dream s (if only it were as simply as imagining them and they came true)

a spark ly puddle is an inspiration for play time (probably true for most children, not so much for most adults)

easy trick bake good rain love (ummm…that’s what she said? maybe not, but I couldn’t go without saying it)

always taste summer and fear not to drink the gentle breeze (I think the awesome weather really inspired the guests to new levels of poetic beauty)

do squirrel s experience emotion (it’s a burning question that I know so many of us have been wondering and I’m glad someone finally asked it)

As always, thanks to those who contributed. What kind of poetic inspiration have you been experiencing lately?

Magnetic Poetry: translucent desire

February 22, 2011 / Katie L. Carroll

The infamous magnetic poetry kit has been quiet of late (maybe because the winter has caused me to be something of a recluse and I haven’t invited anyone over lately). I’m hoping a new crop of words (a gift from my cousin) will spark the creativity of any future guests.

In the meantime, here’s a few lines of magnetic poetry that have been hanging out on my refrigerator:

beneath a translucent desire is fear genius & beauty (umm…I think I need more time to think about this one…it’s very deep)
black monkey chicken naked in the night (you always have to look out for the black monkey chicken…especially when it’s naked)

whisper bosom talk s sweet idea s of mind & shadow (and you should talk back to the whisper bosom with your trumpet bottom)

take me (like all good poetry this is short and to the point, but at the same time it has multiple layers…and it’s also what she said!)

spring is like the sweet flower that time leave s behind (a little too cliched for me, but I can appreciate the sentiment)

Thanks to all who contributed. And if you’re ever at my house, please take a few minutes to create your own piece of poetry.

Party Magnetic Poetry

September 14, 2010 / Katie L. Carroll

We had a little cookout and backyard fire over Labor Day weekend. My refrigerator is now kind of famous at these little shindigs because of the magnetic poetry kit.

(So this picture isn’t really from my backyard (you think!). That’s way more fires and way more people than would fit on my .2 acres. It’s from a recent trip to the WaterFire Providence.)

The party-goers were in rare form, and there was one line of poetry I’m not going to include in full…just to give you an idea of its flavor, the poet put the tiles “an” and “al” together and it also contained the tiles “long,” “green,” “pickle,” and “spurt” (somehow it always turn dirty…that’s what she said!).

i am an old bald devil dog who has a free soul and love s to eat (nice to see the old bald devil dog is enjoying life)

speak wrong mind but think from heart (ahhh…very wise, grasshopper)

pour some wine and soon you must table dance as hot as a random spider genius (the “a” tile is actually “at” with the t covered…I have such clever–and demented/drunk–guests)

if i vacuum a precious monkey chicken it will release a black bosom tremendous ly naked (well, you better not vacuum the precious monkey chicken then)

sweet night whisper e d her light poet r y to my howl ing brain (I hope the night’s poetry was better than the magnetic poetry…really, I kid because I do love it when people make poetry on my refrigerator)

Thanks to all who created a little fun on the fridge!