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In Which My Siblings and I Write Poetry

Hello all. Well, procrastination struck again, and once again I found myself sitting at the computer the night before I’m supposed to post… with no idea what to post.

Then I had the idea to share some of the poetry my siblings and I have written over the years, under the pen name Annie Ann. And my brother, Jack, (aka, my poet partner in crime) heartily agreed. So here we are.

Warning: If you’re looking for some serious/actually beautiful poetry to read, I’m very sorry, but this is not the place to be. (Try Story Ember’s lovely Poetry Page.)

Still here? Alright.

The first poem we ever wrote, about six years ago, never really had a proper name, (or ending, for that matter) so it was simply called,

A Classic, by Annie Ann

Illustrated by Lovey Love

Once long ago in the land of Paninia,picture20200218_20583874
There lived a young girl whose name was Andria.
She said once she wanted to go out of doors.
Her mother in approval said, “Why of course!”
She did not walk long before seeing a dragon,
There he stood tall, with his tail waggin’.
Her hair stood straight up, you really should have seen it!
The dragon growled! You would too if you’d have been it!
The Princess runned, and runned, and runned,
Then she stopped to fix her bun.
Then after a while of rubbing her back,
She runned ’til she caught sight of the shack.
The shack belonged to Sir Wright the Knight,
And, oh, it would be an awfulĀ fright
If Sir Wright the Knight was not in tonight.
“A dragon, a dragon!” She shouted aloud.
Then the rattling of armor sounded like a crowd.
“I will go but you must stay,”
Said Sir Wright pushing her out of the way.
Hours went by and the princess began to worry.
If only Sir Wright the Knight would hurry!
But Sir Wright the Knight was back just in time.
Did you notice that all these verses rhyme?
The next day the two got married.
There is no rhyme to the last verse.

Well, that was quite long. And the ending seemed rather rushed. I guess we’ll never find out if the dragon was actually killed, but there you have it. Our masterpiece. Our first taste of poetry. We were kind of hooked.

So we wrote another one about Lovey and Annie’s friendship.

First, a little backstory: Lovey is a stuffed bear of mine. We go way back.

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She was the Hobbes to my Calvin, the Woody to my Andy. Annie came along when one of my brothers took a permanent marker to the back of Lovey’s head. I was so devastated, I asked my mom to buy a replacement. And being the loving mother that she is, she did. Of course I still kept Lovey, and the permanent black marks on the back of her head eventually washed out. So Annie never really replaced her, but instead became her sister/best friend who was often played by my older sister/best friend, (or in this case, my younger brother).

Here is the poem that, *ahem* they wrote together.

Lovey & Annie, BFF

byĀ Annie Ann +Ā Lovey Love

Once upon a time there was a girlĀ named Lovey,picture20200218_23081616
And Lovey had the heart of someone really lovely.
Lovey and Annie were
Best friends forever.
When would they seperate?
Well, I guess never!
Lovey and Annie did everything together,
They would not be separated,
no, not in forever.
One time Lovey said she’d run off and join the French,
But Annie didn’t let her budge,
no, not an inch.
They were best friends forever, they really couldn’t part.
If they were to separate,
it would break each other’s heart.
Together as a team they could face the world,
Once Annie left and Lovey hurled.
Lovey and Annie are very best friends.
They’ll stick together until the world ends.

 

Well, not the best written poem, but we had fun. Jack had a little rhyming exercise called “The Rules,” that he would recite while I was trying to write a poem:

“No biting, no fighting, no slighting, no writing, no smiting, no mighting, no crighting, no schmiting…”

As nine and ten year olds, we found this highly amusing. So he took care of the rhymes while I tried to come up with a decent meter.Ā Of course, as I began writing this post,Ā Jack was actually looking through my poem book and stated, “These actually have a pretty bad meter.”

I just laughed, because, yes, some of them are very cringey. Here’s a couple lines from a poem I wrote about a stuffed animal horse I had named Middnight,

Middnight’s a champion, and really cute,
but don’t ride her with spurs on your boot.
If you stick your spurs in her she gets rough.
She’ll buck you until she thinks you’ve had enough.

You see what I’m saying? (Also, no, I didn’t know how to spell Midnight. And yes, I really loved my stuffed animals.)

This was one of our favorites, that we wrote about five years ago:

Naming Your Childpicture20200218_23053107

It won’t be easy to name your girl,
You can pick anything
from Sarah to Pearl.
Just open up your
baby name book,
You’ll find something you like,
take a look.
Naming your baby boy will be hard,
The name you pick
will be on his credit card.
You can choose anything
from Earnest to Joe.
Just take your time and go very slow.
You had nine months to pick, but don’t go wild,
Just pick something quick, and name the poor child.

I’ll admit my meter here still wasn’t the greatest, but I liked this one anyway.

Jack also pointed out that we were kind of like Inigo and Fezzik writing these. “Probably he means no harm…

Lastly, a more recent one that my younger sister Jerusha and I wrote together.

Addicted

I’m addicted to my Iphone,picture20200218_21484304
And I cannot put it down.

For if it’s not held in my hand,
You’re sure to see me frown.
I have it in the bathroom
When I’m bathing in the tub,

Or if I’m threatened on the street
I’ll use it as a club.

When I’m sitting on the couch,
I scroll Pinterest for hours,

My eyes down on the glowing screen,
Ignoring Mother’s glowers.

But something’s popping up now,
It says my Iphone’s dying.

I plug it in and set it down,
And pretend that I’m not crying.

I look around and see outside
That it’s a lovely morning.

Maybe I’ll go outside for a while,
That doesn’t seem so boring.Ā 

So, there’s a little taste of our goofy poetry. I definitely don’t write as much poetry as I used to. But every now and then, it’s fun to take a break from “serious” writing and just do something silly. You should try it sometime, if you haven’t already.

I love reading poetry, so let me know what your all time favorite poem is. Did you ever write poetry with your siblings, or by yourself. (Can we all agree it’s a lot harder than it looks?)

Until next time.

~ Chalice

 

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26 Replies to “In Which My Siblings and I Write Poetry”

  1. One billion baby names! šŸ˜†
    These are great. I like the part when she stops to fix her bun.
    The meter isn’t as bad as the Madeline books are in some places!

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    1. That’s the book I need when it comes to naming characters. šŸ˜†
      So glad you liked ’em. šŸ™‚
      Ah, yeah, the Madeline books always bugged me a little bit because of that. But they’re endearing enough that the author was able to get away with it. šŸ˜›

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  2. What a trip down Memory Lane.
    I would return again and again
    To read the exploits of Lovey and Ann
    Who were your friends as time began…

    Y’all should write more poetry.
    How pleasing it is to “Steve” and me.

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    1. What a kind thing for you to say,
      In fact your comment has made my day.
      Would’ve never have guessed that you were a poet.
      But I guess you are, I just didn’t know it.
      Maybe YOU should write more poetry,
      I could post on my blog for all to see. šŸ˜‰

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  3. Okay, so this is the best thing I read all day. PURE GOLD. šŸ˜„

    “The Princess runned, and runned, and runned,
    Then she stopped to fix her bun.”

    Finally, a realistic heroine!! Does nobody realize how hard it is to run for miles without your hair falling down? šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚

    (ohmyword, YOU WERE SO CUTE!!! That is such an adorable picture. šŸ˜)

    “They would not be separated,
    no, not in forever.
    One time Lovey said she’d run off and join the French,”

    Oh dear! I didn’t realize stuffed bears could be so rebellious. šŸ˜†

    Thanks for sharing this poetry with us, Chalice. Y’all sound like you were quite the imaginative bunch. šŸ˜„ And I love the illustrations! The bears are so cute. 😊

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    1. Haha, wow, I’m honored!
      Thank you. Yes!! My hair falls down just from moving/walking around during the day, not to mention running. šŸ˜
      (Aw, thanks! 😊)
      “Oh dear! I didn’t realize stuffed bears could be so rebellious. šŸ˜†” Okay, that made me laugh out loud. 🤣 I’m afraid, stuffed bears can be quite rebellious. (Especially Lovey, haha.)
      Thanks again, Eden!

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  4. This made me smile. I used to write poetry like this and sometimes I miss it. My cousins and I wrote a few poems together. Likening it unto Fezzik and Inigo is very accurate indeed. It can be so much fun! Mostly when I write poetry now it’s just super angsty and half the time it’s free verse. I don’t remember the last time I wrote a funny poem, but now I want to write one again.
    Wow, choosing a favorite poem is hard, but a few funny ones that come to mind are “Walenda the Witch” and “True Story” bu Shel Silverstein, and “Please Remove Seal” by Jack Prelutsky. I know there are more, but those are the ones I am thinking of at the moment.
    Great post!

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    1. Oh, I’m glad. šŸ™‚ I definitely miss the times when we were younger and had nothing better to be doing than sit on the floor and write poetry. šŸ˜›
      Yeah, I mostly write freestyle now (and it can also be pretty angsty, haha), but every once in a while it is fun to go back and and write something just for fun.
      I don’t know if I could choose just one favorite either. Oh, Jack Prelutsky is good! My siblings and I recently got a kick out of his poem, “The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven.” šŸ˜‚ I’ll have to see if I can find the poems you mentioned somewhere. šŸ™‚
      Thank you!

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  5. AH. The joys of sibling poetry…
    This is amazing!

    Ugh why is the 1 billion names poem so relatable???
    …I used to steal the baby name book from my family’s shelf and pour over names or hours trying to decide what to call my characters. Of course in the end they were “Jane” and “Bobby.” šŸ˜†
    Loved this post. šŸ˜€ šŸ˜€ šŸ˜€

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    1. Haha, Thank you, Evelyn! 😁

      Oh, YES!! I used to do the same exact thing! We had a huge one that had a list of popular names from different countries and a bunch of other stuff like that. It was so nice. Although, I normally chose the more unusual names like Keagen or Shelby. šŸ˜†
      So glad you enjoyed it. šŸ™‚

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