You know, if you want to put something up, you still can...

I know my Gold Award project is completed, but you guys can still submit stuff if you want. Just email it to rosalind39@verizon.net instead of the old email address, because the girl scout email isn't being used right now.

Feel free to share anything you want to!

Hey everyone!

I just wanted to update here. So I earned my Gold Award, so to those people who sent submissions or allowed me to put up poems of theirs from the EBHS Folio, THANK YOU!!!!

If anyone is still interested, you can email submissions to rosalind39@verizon.net

I check that email more often, now that I don't need the Girl Scout email for Gold work.

Success!

A Plea for Submissions

Once upon a time,
There was a girl who loved to rhyme.
She knew there were others who liked poems too
And she wanted to share those poems with you.
So she set up a blog
Where she posted a haiku about a frog,
And some poems that were kind of weird;
However there was one thing that she feared:
That no one would submit their work.
And that would make her feel like a dork.
Alas! She thought, Why isn't there a submission yet?
So she is begging you:
Send submissions to
ebgirlscout1@verizon.net!


Seriously. Please. I would love to have some submissions for the blog!

Thought I'd add a Haiku here!

So a haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. It's a poem that is three lines, and each line has a certain amount of syllables. They always go like this:

First Line: 5 syllables
Second Line: 7 syllables
Third Line: 5 syllables

So here's my haiku:

Frog hops and frog drops
into the mud puddle. Gross!
Frog is messy-yuck!

Try writing some haiku of your own! If you want them up here (or something else you wrote or like to read), send them to me at ebgirlscout1@verizon.net and I'll put them up!

DADA Poems!

So on Wednesday, we had another poetry workshop, and there we wrote a few DADA poems.

I know what some of you are thinking: "What is a DADA poem?!"

I can explain. Dada was an artistic movement that started after World War 1. People started thinking after that "war to end all wars" that the world didn't make sense, and we were fooling ourselves if we thought otherwise. So to spread that belief, they started making strange artwork and writing random poems. They were also the first people to start making collages. People would make a big deal over it, and they would say "Why do you care? Does that make sense to you?"

One thing they'd do in big groups was play a lot of word games. One was as follows:
One person writes something down on a line of paper, then folds the paper over, so that no one else can see what they've written. They pass it on to the next person. The next person does the same thing (writes, folds, passes) and so on. They continue passing the paper along until they've reached the bottom of the page. Then they unfold the paper and see how the poem has come out.

I have two examples of DADA poems we wrote together last night at the workshop. Enjoy! And try making some at home!

First one:
To eat or not to eat: That is the question
I like happiness
poems poems it be cold it may be odd warm greeting poems are warmed by big hearted poets, Really bold big poems are sometimes are made by big Us, revels.
Volite flower power
I am a rat
And that is right
I am like a cat

Harry Potter rocks.
Yeah that's right.

And the second poem:
Fuzzy wuzzy
Love is caring
volite purple
lemons
love
I am a rat.


Have something you'd like to put up here? Email it to me at ebgirlscout1@verizon.net.
Have an older sibling in junior high or high school? We also have a Teen Poetry Box, at www.ebpoetryteens.blogspot.com if they're interested.

Marshamallows, yum...

So on Wednesday evening, we had a wonderful poetry workshop for grades kindergarden to third. There, we wrote a poem all together. I figured we should put it up:

"Ooey Gooey: A Crazy Day at Camp"
Sweet, white, fluffy marshamallows.
It tastes like eating a cloud.
Slipping it on a stick,
It feels sticky with a twist.
Here it goes, into the fire
But-- OH NO!
The stick caught on
FIRE!

Thought I'd Break the Ice

This isn't a poem I wrote, but I've always loved this poem. It's just so much fun, isn't it?

Remember, if you want to submit a poem, email it to me at ebgirlscout1@verizon.net

JABBERWOCKY

by Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.



`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.