#NaPoWriMo Fun Clerihew Bonus

Winning tickets to see Queen
+ Adam Lambert was keen
Solo by Brian May brings back
Timeless music of beloved throwback

This may not follow the clerihew structure in the strictest sense as Queen is a band and not the name of an individual, but then the names of two people are added to the poem so I claim poetic license.

 

#NaPoWriMo Favorite Music

 

 

The Boss

Listen to Bruce Springsteen
When I was a teen
The poets down here don’t write nothing at all
Jungleland lyrics I often recall

NaPoWriMo Prompt  Our prompt for the day (optional, as always) takes its cue from Arkansas. Today, I’d like  to challenge you to write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music. Try to recreate the sounds and timing of a pop ballad, a jazz improvisation, or a Bach fugue. That could mean incorporating refrains, neologisms and flights of whimsy, or repeating/inverting lines or ideas – whatever your chosen musical form would seem to require! Perhaps a good way to start is to listen to your favorite piece of music and “free-write” for the duration  of the piece, and then use what you’ve written as the building blocks for your poem.

Good morning readers and welcome to day fifteen of napowrimo; we made it to the halfway point. So no, I didn’t follow the prompt exactly but I did write a poem highlighting one of my favorite musicians. When I saw today’s featured participant wrote clerihews for yesterday’s prompt, I thought it would be fun to try one today. And as you can see, I do like Jungleland; I think it’s my favorite Springsteen song. Don’t read the pantoum too closely, if I recall I messed up on the rhyme scheme. It does allude to the story of my youth. I still blame Shawn for making me grow old.

Congrats! to everyone who has made it to the halfway point. Keep up the great (or not so great) work. Just keep writing.

Buffalo Day 716

Tuesday was Buffalo Day because the area code for Buffalo, NY is 716. Since Buffalo is called the queen city of the great lakes, I thought it was rather appropriate I attended the Queen & Adam Lambert concert in Phoenix, AZ. Yes, I live far away from the town I grew up in. We have been enjoying the Arizona sun for twenty years now.

Seven one six day
Celebrate Love of My Life
Indeed a great date

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Date Night Selfie

Last week I was reading a rejection email for one of my poems, feeling bummed and as I scanned down my list of unread emails I saw one from 95.5 the mountain. I clicked on it and read, Congratulations, you’re a winner! Yes, we were able to go to the Queen & Adam Lambert concert for free. Both Shawn and I loved the concert. Everyone involved put on a great show. Today’s #haikuchallenge word is indeed. I’m a little rusty on the haiku front; haven’t been writing much this summer.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Six

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Blue Angels over Litchfield Park Photographer Shawn Hosking

Fly By

Luke days coincides with art in the park

Bring Back Buddy plays ‘50s rock-n-roll music
as the Blue Angels fly overhead

One shot
captures
jets between the American and Arizona flags

Good morning! Welcome to day six of #NaPoWriMo. This is another cherita. I’ve notice the form is suppose to tell a story with 3 stanzas – 1 line, 2 lines and 3 lines. No where have I seen a formula for the length of the lines so I thought it would be a good form to play with long and short lines together. When Shawn and I went to the concert at the Wigwam in March, Luke days was also happening. Shawn was able to capture the Blue Angels between the flags. Then I took our date selfie pic. Shawn said I should have told him; we could have timed it to get the jets in the selfie. I think he is getting cocky with his photography skills.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And last but not least, here is our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two. You might break to emphasize (or de-emphasize) sounds or rhymes, or to create a moment of hesitation in the middle of a thought. Looking for inspiration? You might take a look at this poem by Lorine Niedecker, this poem by Stanley Kunitz, or this one by Amiri Baraka.

Since the prompt grew from Alberto Rios’ thoughts on the poetic line, and he was Arizona’s first poet laureate I thought this would make a good story. And because the #haikuchallenge word today is sing

Blue Angels fly by
Band sings fifties rock-n-roll
Both spectacular

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Three

Seventeen

Sweet sixteen
does not last
forever

Changes
come around…
make us women
and men

Good morning! Welcome to day three of #NaPoWriMo – tomorrow is someone’s birthday. Yes, my baby will stop being 16. I guess you can only hold onto sixteen for one year. Who would have thought?

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt (optional as always), is inspired by our interview with Peter Davis. As he indicates there, his latest book is rooted in endlessly writing ideas for band names. Today, we challenge you to try this out yourself by writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names. If band names don’t inspire, how about a list of titles for romantic novels? Or new television cop dramas? They can be as over-the-top as you like, because that’s (at least) half the fun. Happy writing!

My poem today is a septolet. I thought I’d go with a theme of seven for a seventeenth birthday. I actually played Jack & Diane for Gretchen yesterday and told her she needed to stop growing. What is with my children thinking they can get older? Rachael says Gretchen isn’t old. Rachael will be turning 20 in May. Apparently that is old because she will no longer be a teenager. 😉 I keep blaming Shawn because I was a pretty, young 17 when I met him. I met him, married, and look what happened – I grew old! So yeah, it’s definitely his fault.

As I’m sure you’ve noticed my poem isn’t a list poem, but I thought of the song thinking of band names. Speaking of over the top names, remember when John Mellencamp went by John Cougar Mellencamp? Yes, I’m old. My poem was also inspired by the PAD prompt at Writer’s Digest – write a stop poem. But I really don’t think my children are going to stop growing. Oh well, I try every year.

In other poetry news, I woke up to a nice email this morning. My poem, Pedernal, was posted on ekphrastic.net this morning.

Back to the old grind

Woken from sweet dream
Alarm turned back on last night
Lazy mornings gone

Good morning! It’s official both spring breaks have come and gone. The above photos are from the fun Gretchen had playing with snapchat. Also I promised my readers a photo of me in my green, Live your dash, t-shirt. So there it is. Well the first day of Gretchen’s break, she did sleep in past noon. Tuesday I woke her up at 7:30am because she had an orthodontist appointment. Then we went to the LEGO bricks & minifigs store. Believe it or not Gretchen still had some Christmas money burning a hole in her pocket.

Wednesday and Thursday we stayed home. Gretchen logged in quite a lot of time on the game Heroes of Might & Magic. I realized Saturday was St. Patrick’s Day and we did not have corn beef and cabbage. Shawn suggested we walk to the store, but we did walking on Tuesday and I can only walk so much. Friday Rachael is off so I thought we could buy the St. Paddy Day fixings then. Little did I know getting the oil change in the car would take almost 3 hours. The previous week when Rachael went to the dentist on her spring break, she texted, the engine light came on. Shawn was here because it was the day we were getting AC estimates. When Rachael got home, dad went out to the car; it’s the oil change light. Okay that we can handle – Rachael and I are old pros at oil changes now. The reason it took so long – the tire pressure light has been on for quite awhile. Shawn kept checking the pressure but even when he added air, the light did not go off. We asked them to check the tires; there was a nail in one so we had that repaired as well.

After the fun experience of our second oil change. Rachael and I went to the feed store to pick up hay for the tortoise. The look on the guy’s face when two women pulled up to load a bale of hay into a Honda Fit. They got the hay in the car; then we had to unload the hay. Guess what? ASU is #1 in innovation. They plaster it up all over so no one will forget. It took all three of us, Gretchen, Rachael and me to get the bale out of the car. Then Rachael started flipping the bale up the driveway, “Number one in innovation”. See what our tuition money is paying for. The bale was too big to push, but then I grabbed the twine and started to pull while Rachael pushed. This worked well until we ran out of sidewalk. The bale didn’t slide very well on the stones. Rachael flipped it the rest of the way onto the back porch. Oil change and tire repair done, hay for the tortoise in the backyard accomplished, now it was time to pick up Gretchen’s new frames.

We get to the eye doctor’s around 4:30pm and see the new frames have lenses in them. They were only suppose to be frames and they would switch the lenses from the broken pair to the new pair. Figured out the lenses were plain glass most likely to keep the frames in the proper shape during shipping. Well the office was very busy and they only had one tech who could switch out the lens so we had to wait. We walked over to the grocery store because Gretchen was disappointed we didn’t buy food while waiting in Wal-Mart for the oil change (still have not gotten the corn beef and cabbage). Buy some snack food and a roast chicken for dinner, walk back over to the eye store and learn it’s going to be more than a little while. It’s 5pm and we need to sign paperwork for the new AC at 6pm. I tell them we’ll pick up the new frames tomorrow.

Replace old AC
it worked well for 18 years
New one will be cool

Yes, we are all signed up to get a new AC unit. The old one is the original one stage system that came with the house. It has worked very well. One summer while we were out of town it stopped working. My cousin was coming over to check on the house, cats and tortoise and realized the house was warmer than it should have been. When we got home a good friend (who does AC repair) came over and saw we needed a new fuse. He replaced it for the cost of the fuse. Since then we have not had a problem, but the unit is 19 years old; it was made in 1999 but we bought the house new in 2000, which is why I say 18 years. And last summer was VERY HOT – the AC was chugging away all the time. Grateful it did keep chugging because during an AZ summer, you do not want to deal with no cooling.

And that brings us to Saturday. Rachael drove Gretchen and me back over to the eye doctor’s. Gretchen got her new frames and then we went over to Fry’s to get groceries for the week and the corn beef and cabbage. After we got home and put the groceries away, I had a little time to recoup before I had to start cooking the corn beef. It worked out pretty well. Then Saturday night Shawn went to the final event for the Erotic Show at Alwun House. I stayed home; I was worn out from all the adulting I did on Friday and most of Saturday. Sunday Rachael was off to work as usual and Shawn went over to help his mom. Then my cousin called to see if Shawn could help him. His mom lives down the block from my cousin, Shawn went over there to help as well. While he did that I made soup with the roasted chicken we bought on Friday. Prepped the veggies to go in and then had just enough time to get ready to go see the band, Come Back Buddy. They  were having a free concert on the lawn at the Wigwam.

Jingle Bells

So back in August I wrote about taking out Grandpa’s guitar because Gretchen was taking guitar at school. And of course I got a picture of our vintage Martin with Rachael as Gretchen avoids the camera. This past weekend, I was actually able to record Gretchen playing the guitar. I told her it would be nice if Grandpa could see his guitar was being played again. She actually let me take video. But it’s only suppose to be seen by Grandpa.

Sure… whatever makes you happy.

I better not see
this on Facebook or Youtube
Daughter unaware

The #haikuchallenge word on twitter is unaware today. Everyone keep my secret.
Merry Christmas!

Hello 43 – Goodbye Everything

Veronica Hosking you just lost the meaning to everything, now what? Attend a concert sponsored by old people. Back in February, Shawn turned the ripe old age of 44 – I know, ancient right? 😉

Well AARP must think so because he got an invitation to join. Since I was still 42 at the time and knew everything, this was funny. Then a few weeks before my birthday, I was listening to an actual radio station. Yes, I’m old and still listen to dial radio stations. I heard the Barenaked Ladies were going to be in Phoenix November 19th! Ooo…only two days after my birthday and on a Saturday, making it easy to schedule in. I asked Shawn if he got my birthday present yet. He said, no, and I told him to buy tickets to the show. Of course, he claimed he was too busy. I had to buy my own birthday present!

I went to the Mesa Amphitheater website and was pleasantly surprised tickets were only $20. Then I saw – presented by AARP. Well it was only fitting since I was buying tickets for my 43rd birthday. After all I will have lost the meaning to the universe.

Both Shawn and I enjoyed the concert. It was great weather for an outdoor venue and you definitely couldn’t beat the price.

Birthday Not Complete Failure

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Rush in Phoenix November 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shawn is a huge Rush fan. We saw them in concert in 2012. Sorry for the poor picture taken with my phone and somewhat shaky. I’m not a fan of heights and as you can see we’re pretty high in the arena. Dayton Ward wrote a short story for the 2113 anthology due out in April. Through him, I learned they had an advance sample going out of one story. Of course I had to order and it came in time for Shawn’s birthday. He was even impressed it’s an autographed sample.

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2113 sample story

 

 

 

 

Stories inspired
by music of Rush. Under
Pressure, Oops wrong band

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, I couldn’t help it. I know bad poem, but since writing my other pieces this morning, Queen has been playing in my head.