Second Round of Poems

These are the last three poems of the six.

Kirk's Poem (age 18)

"Charlie was running
Through words on the chalkboard
When a quiet humming
Disturbed his careful methodology.

"He could concentrate no longer
When he reached the word 'Plexiglass'
The humming became louder
'Noelle!' Charlie shouted.

"'Stop humming,' he pleaded;
'I am studying theology!'
'You can hum somewhere else,' he conceded,
'but not where it will cut my thoughts.'

"Noelle calmly replied, with a smirk,
'I have essayed to be silent,
but the sound will quadruple with each quirk!'
She kicked the tableleg hard.

"'Shark!' yelled Charlie.
He chased her from the room."


Mum's Poem

"Charlie was running to the chalkboard
to write upon it a sum
But as he went he tripped over a cord.
Quiet! said the teacher to him.
Your methodology is flawed,
if you utter a word."


Dad's Poem

"Charlie, running fingers on the chalkboard,
quiet, a certain methodology
for when a word escapes the hoard
of his mind.
Softly, slowly, his thoughts begins to clear,
and as water, or plexiglas,
a shout of joy, no fear,
a sound thoelogy!"

Dad, if this wasn't for a game, it would be one of those abstract poems one has to study in literature. You know, the "what does the author mean?" sort of questions and stuff.

First Round of Poems

I can't find my youngest sister's poem, so I have only six.

The poems are from youngest to oldest.

Joe's Poem (age 8)

"Charlie had a book of theology.
Charlie had a running chalkboard.
Methodology is the same thing as a tableleg.
God's word is the sword of the spirit.
flaxy seed is the same thing as plexiglass."

It was supposed to rhyme, Joe.


Elle's Poem (age 12)

"I was in a race! I was running!
I was being, oh, so cunning!
I could feel against my chest, the flapping of my chalkboard,
That hung by a thin, red cord.
Why I took my chalkboard, spelled upon it a word,
I don't know; but how could I be so absurd!
It gave me extra weight, making my leg feel like a tableleg
One that was losing a peg!
I was definetly not as happy as a lark,
By the end of the race, no! I felt almost like a shark!"


Jo's Poem (age 17)

"There once was a boy named Charlie
Who lived in a field of barley
He liked to go running,
He was very cunning
And loved his home in the barley

"There was a man who liked to hoard
He lived in a town called chalkboard
He found some plexiglass
and hid it in a crevasse
Then went back home in Chalkboard"

Note: All misspelled words and punctuation are from the actual poems.

Fun Game from Book

My graduation party and all the yard work it entailed is finally over. So, yesterday we all took naps and got really crazy. That included playing a new game that Jo read about in a book. It was so much fun, we decided to share with anybody who wanted to try to play it.

What you need:
First, you need at least three or four people (the more the merrier).
Then you need a piece of paper and a pencil for each person.
Last of all, you need a long strip of paper.

What to do:
Choose someone to begin.

The person chosen to begin writes a word on the top of the strip of paper and folds the paper over. No one should be able to see the word.

Next, the person passes the strip to the person on their left.

The second person repeats the previous steps, writing their own word underneath the folded bit. Then it is passed on...And so on all the way around the circle
*Note: It is good to have a variety of words. Try to get some verbs in there.

When the strip of paper has no more room left to write a word and fold it over, it is time to unfold the paper. My family chose to go around the circle twice, making a total of fourteen words.

Someone reads the words out loud.

Everyone laughs.

Then the strip of paper is left in the middle of the table for everyone to see.

This is where it gets fun. Each person has to write a poem using at least five of the words on the list in the same order as they are written on the list.

When everyone has completed their poem, they are read out loud. There are a number of ways you can do this. My family handed them all over to Mum who read them out loud and had us guess the author, but you can do it differently if you like.


This is the list of words from our first round:

Charlie

running

chalkboard

quiet

methodology

word

plexiglass

Noelle

theology

cut

essayed

quadruple

tableleg

shark

I will have our poems in the next couple of posts.