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Magic 9: Poetic Forms

The Magic 9 poetic form is a great example of how a simple form can be created from a mistake and how some of the simplest forms are also the most fun to write.

Mother’s Heart

Thinking all day of writing line by line  

With thoughts of loss fueled by sorrow  

To act as though it is all fine  

To mask the tears that fall  

The feelings of angst never benign  

Forever etched into the memory  

With no relieve but tears that are mine  

Is there a mended heart here to borrow? 

Waiting for God and a message he leaves as a sign. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt


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Write a poem that explores a lie you were told

There was the day we met again
my heart was soaring like the wind
thinking we were together that day
was more than anything for which I’d pray
to know you did it just to see
if you could hurt me like I hurt thee
it pains me still to know how deep
you went to hurt and make me weep.

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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt


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Write a sestina

When I was reading the link about how to write this poem I decided to start with just one stanza and work from there, without worrying where my thoughts would go in the following five stanzas. A thought came to my mind and it was about the kids I used to teach. I don’t know what led me to that but it was there.

The students I used to teach were in our clinical day school for social-emotional disturbances that were no longer manageable in the public schools. Each morning was sort of like a crap-shoot with these kids because their mood often depended on life at home. Some had nothing to eat in their homes. Some had parents that needed more help than they could ever find. We knew we had to be prepared for everything. That was our job along with teaching. I miss those days and those little ones. This poem may give you a glimpse of what it was like each day.

Starting a New Day

Good morning, glad you came again today 
I have left you something good to eat. 
I am sorry that you do not look happy  
Is there something you need to talk about 
We will help you work these things out. 
There is nothing to fear when you are here. 

When you come and I see you here 
I think how lucky I am today. 
To see that you have come out 
so, enjoy what there is to eat. 
Later we will see what you will learn about 
and hopefully the list makes you happy. 

I love to see you smile because you are happy 
I think it helps that you have come here. 
There is nothing here for  you to worry about 
Every day is a new day like it is today. 
Nourish your brain as you enjoy something to eat 
We will see to it that your problems are worked out. 

I want to know how your day is turning out 
It looks like you  are very happy 
It always helps when we have something good to eat. 
Something we always offer you here. 
Let’s look at all you have accomplished today. 
We can talk of all you have learned about. 

There is something I would like to ask you about 
It has to do with you getting out 
Where will you go later today? 
Will it be a place where you can be happy? 
Will you be very far or try to stay here? 
We can think about it while you eat. 

I have tried to provide you something healthy to eat 
I know that we  have a lot to talk about 
we can chat for as long as we need  and sit here 
I hope you  know that  you can  let your fears out 
I only want to help  you be healthy  and happy 
Because every day is important like today. 

When  you  come here  you may always have something to eat 
Whether today or another day it is you we will  talk about 
When you get those feelings out you will feel a bit more happy.   

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a quatern poem
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Living Alone in a Cabin

Living alone in a cabin 
Wondering who might stop over 
Waiting all day by the window 
Hoping someone would come to call. 

Watching the clouds in the blue sky 
Living alone in a cabin 
Thinking that life was just perfect 
Never wanting to tell the truth. 

For hours and hours you wait so still 
Until someone can find you here 
Living alone in a cabin 
Finding solitude relaxing. 

Suddenly your wish is answered 
When you hear a knock on the door 
Open to see who’s to visit 
Living alone in a cabin.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a Magic 9 poem using a theme of slavery, freedom, or manumission.
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I am not totally sure this makes sense but I’m giving it a try!

Equality

I never believed in my mind 

That one is better than you 

I don’t believe in the kind 

Of treatment so bad to a man 

I looked and tried to find 

Peace and freedom for all 

Like peeling back the rind 

Of an orange given to you 

Because love is colorblind 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem incorporating your favorite beverage, an automotive malfunction, and basketball
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Flat Tire

I’m alone on the side of the road 
as I watch my tire deflate 
I think about having a beer 
but by then it will be too late 
So waiting I sit on the ball 
as I really have no good seat 
and wait for the tow truck to arrive 
as I space out and look at my feet 
I sit and think, “there is no hope” 
When in the horizon I see 
there is tow truck coming along 
and it’s coming there to help me. 
The driver was happy to see my good seat 
He said he played basketball 
He told me he had never been beat. 
So I laughed and tossed him the ball. 

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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem. Use the following words in a poem: equal, umbrella, tidy, weight https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Gardening

With my umbrella straight by my side 
Walking along down the road 
A bag of rocks in my sac 
I limp from the weight of the load.  

I keep the rocks at my home 
to make sure the yard is complete 
I like all my gardens real tidy 
I like all my work to be neat. 

When all of the work has been done 
and I’m ready to sit down and rest 
I know that my work is complete 
I know that I have done my best.  

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Write a Dizain:

Dizain Poems

The dizain gets us back in the French form domain, which as regular readers know is a favorite of mine. This particular form was a favorite of 15th and 16th century French poets, but it has also been employed in English by the likes of Philip Sidney and John Keats.

Here are the basic rules of the dizain:

  • One 10-line stanza
  • 10 syllables per line
  • Employs the following rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd

Memories

Memories will only last a lifetime 
 
Hold tight onto the precious days ahead 
 
The hill tomorrow will be a hard climb 
 
But the memories help get you from bed 
 
Or keep you balled up and alone instead. 
 
The tears will flow freely from eyes of glass 
 
No worries ’bout this, you know it will pass 
 
But the heart will have its hole forever 
 
No matter your actions, money, or class 
 
your tears will always flow like a river. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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