Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Day Fifteen-NaPoWriMo-Two Poems

NaPoWriMo: now for our (optional) daily prompt. The MC5 was a 1960s rock band. If you’ve heard anything by them–and you likely have–it’s their 1969 song Kick Out the Jams.

Jesse Crawford, otherwise known as Brother J.C. Crawford, was the band’s stage MC and warm-up man. Below are the words with which he opened a concert in Japan in 1969 (you can find the recording on Spotify/Apple Music as part of the Kick Out the James [Live] [Japan Remastered] album, on the track titled Intro/Ramblin’ Rose).

Brothers and sisters
I wanna see a sea of hands out there
Let me see a sea of hands
I want everybody to kick up some noise
I wanna hear some revolution out there, brothers
I wanna hear a little revolution
[big pause]
Brothers and sisters
The time has come for each and everyone of you to decide
Whether you are gonna be the problem
Or whether you are gonna be the solution (that’s right)
You must choose, brothers, you must choose
It takes five seconds, five seconds of decision
Five seconds to realize your purpose here on the planet
It takes five seconds to realize that it’s time to move
It’s time to get down with it
Brothers, it’s time to testify and I want to know
Are you ready to testify?!
Are you ready?!
I give you a testimonial
The MC5

And now here’s a short little poem by Jane Kenyon:

The Shirt

The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.

And now for your prompt! While Brother J.C.’s warm-up and Kenyon’s poem might seem very different at first, they’re both informed by repetition, simple language, and they express enthusiasm. They have a sermon/prayer-like quality, and then end with a bang. Your challenge is to write a six-line poem that has these same qualities.


Here are my attempts, unsure of how suitable it is though.

Day Fifteen-NaPoWriMo-Two Poems

1

The-Cradle-Berthe Morisot-1872
The-Cradle-Berthe Morisot-1872

Remember, remember!

The light that is shining bright

Can fade away overnight

Remember, to hold on to desires

Light the sparks of fires

Untie your fright to take to new heights.



2

Francisco Goya, Third of May, 1808, 1814


Scream, the blood. Scream, the blood

The blood leaps in the undercurrent

Passion ebbs and flows, the scream gets stuck

Rise above, rise above—the time is still

Blood beckons but hold on to tranquil

Rise from within—if you will.






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