Sunday, 28 July 2019

'Popularity Contest' is the name of the exercise

I have this book called Smash Poetry and it's got some very quirky exercises in it but because I've been a bit shaken up lately my attempts to be write from my scrambled mind have been futile, so this particular task attracted me. I don't need to explain what it is- you'll figure it out.

I've always depended on the kindness of strangers.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
Take a sad song and make it better.
He's got a chip on his shoulder.
Live and let live.
The play's the thing to catch the conscience of the king.
Dying is an art, like everything else.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond-
The flowers you planted, mama, in the backyard, all died when you went away.
This the stuff that dreams are are made on.
Two heads are better than one.
I think I made you up inside my head.
An eye for an eye and the world goes blind.
The lights are on and no one's home.
So the women come and go, talking of Michael Angelo.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed my madness.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
If I should die, think only this of me-
Catch 22.
Curiosity killed the cat.
I took the road less travelled.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
Wise sayings often fall on barren ground, but a kind word is never thrown away.
I carry your heart in my heart.