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Poetry Contest

The Classic Corner: Dr. Seuss tribute

Co-Host - Ahavati  

Part VI in an ongoing series introducing serious writers of DUP to the most well-known poets, both classical and modern.


Theodor Seuss Geisel, more recognized by the world as Dr. Seuss, was an American children's author, political cartoonist, poet, animator, screenwriter, filmmaker, and artist, He is best known for his work having written and illustrated more than 60 books. His work includes many of the most popular children's books of all time, selling over 600 million copies and being translated into more than 20 languages by the time of his death.

Geisel won the Lewis Carroll Shelf Award in 1958 for Horton Hatches the Egg and again in 1961 for And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street. His birthday, March 2, has been adopted as the annual date for National Read Across America Day, an initiative on reading created by the National Education Association.

Guidelines  

Write a new poem honoring Seuss sourced from one of his poems or children's books. Bonus points if you include a reference to the title within yours.

The trophy is as good as yours if we have determined you captured both the essence of Suess and the poem you are sourcing.

We don't just want you mimicking his writing style; we want you being Seuss himself!  And that may require more research on your behalf, if you are not entirely familiar with him. Remember, Wikipedia is always your friend.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Seuss?wprov=sfla1

The Rules 

1.  One entry per DUP persona.  

2. No erotica; this is open to all ages and can't be viewed with an ECW.  

3. No exact word limit; however, attempt to keep it no more than 250 - 300.  

4. Any form is acceptable.  

5. In your poem's notes, include a hyperlink to the particular poem or story you sourced online so everyone may familiarize themselves with it and for the judges to use in the evaluation process.

6. Insert the hashtag #DrSuess after your poem and link to your poem here in the competition. Do NOT copy paste your poem to the competition. The point is to eventually direct visitors searching for Suess to your poem via the hashtag we hope will soon be implemented as a theme by the Webmiss.   

Now, If at anytime anyone is uncertain about the rules, you are always welcome to inquire for clarification via Private Message.

Comp will be judged by a panel including myself.  You have two weeks only;   best of luck to all entrants.     

Ahavati
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Coddiwomple ( after Theodor [Dr] Seuss Geisel )

Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
Despite what you don’t know!  
Don't worry now -
it's impossible to lose!
 
Hello! Hello!  
It’s time to go – don’t doubt yourself!  
Jump right up and step on out!  
 
You may not know  
which road to trust - but  
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
 
You’re Coddiwomple-confused!  
Being so little so long!  
But time has come to choose!  
 
Is “Right” the greater arrow?  
Or “Left” the lesser narrow?!  
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
 
Hello! Hello!  
This is what you’ve grown up for,  
A world tour of your very own!  
 
You’re unsure, for sure -  
which way is beautiful!  
You’ll make mistakes, it’s true;  
but experience is the cure!  
 
You’ll stray from either or  
despite which road you choose!  
Stumpling that noggin good and hard  
on your Coddiwompled course!  
 
You’ll surely yell, you’ll surely bellow  
even find it difficult to swallow -  
But here’s a secret you may not know:  
You’ll get back up and carry on!  
 
Left or Right, matters not  
matters not what you bruise!  
It’ll heal right up and you'll learn good  
mistakes will guide future choice!    
 
Hello! Hello!  
This is what you’ve grown up for,  
A world tour of your very own!  
 
Is “Right” the greater arrow?  
Or “Left” the lesser narrow?!  
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
 
You’re Coddiwomple-confused!  
Being so little so long!  
But the time has come to choose!  
 
You may not know  
which road to trust, but    
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
 
Jump right up and step on out!  
It’s time to go – don’t doubt yourself!  
Hello! Hello!  
 
Don't worry now -  
It's impossible to lose  
despite what you don’t know!    
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!  
 
 
#DrSeuss
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All the Places You'll Go! (A Take on Dr. Seuss)

You are traveling to cities and meeting new faces.
You are exploring every new culture and lose traces
Of your previous life. You find new people to fall
In love with and you will have stories to tell. The wall
Will be crumbling and is falling at your awaiting feet.
There are many snow-capped mountains you can defeat.
 
You conquer anything. Oh, the places you’ll go! And
Yes, you will be on your merry way to stand
Tall against the naysayer’s nonsense. You have smarts
Locked in that big brain of yours and have many hearts
Made of gold beating in your thick-skinned chest.
You choose all you want to be different than the rest.
 
Oh, the places you’ll go! Memories made among stars
And between blades of grass. Your imperfect scars
You forget about as you closed your eyes and this world
Takes you to a different galaxy. The thoughts that uncurl
And you stand there fully transfixed. You will arrive
At your destination with unmeasured breaths. You drive
 
Down the west coast with the wind in your hair. Oh,
The places you’ll go! Life is like a fireworks show
Because all you can do is sit back and enjoy it before
It passes you by. You will be watching a new door
That opens and see sights from a bird eye’s view.
Tears sprouting from your eyes helped you as you grew.
 
Remember the smiles and every time you got splattered
Messes on your clothes. You thought you never mattered
Or would make it, but there you are saying to yourself…
Oh, the places you’ll go! Your love stays on the high shelf
And someone will be lucky to get it one day, but you walk
Your streets. You are like Mary, but ahead of her flock.
 
#DrSeuess
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One of the greatest posts ever who has never received the proper respect from the poetry community.

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[ Classic Corner ] Keeping The Peeping To A Minimum

   
Peeping Tom        
I know him well      
       
He can usually be seen        
peering out from a gable green      
where his brothers dwell      
       
perched at the window sill        
dizzilly having his fill;      
young man certainly in Heaven      
       
Busily at stable scene across the way      
anywhere from scrawny to brawny---      
beautiful, brainy ladies numbering      
seven      
       
dutiful in going about their chores      
butt-naked and breasted-bare      
as the very day they were born      
       
opting for no frocks      
not knickers nor any socks      
but choosing only to wear        
what the Creator did adorn them with      
and did so with great care---      
       
luscious, lengthy locks of hair      
       
Yet his manly man pride      
often hard with inside swell      
was subject to swiftly soften      
for one could also say      
Tom likewise lived in Hell      
       
or to be more precise, Limbo    
---going nowhere was his life      
So ... let me explain in detail        
without further delay      
about his future wife        
       
Teenie, beloved bride to be      
was one of those lovely maidens fair      
Tom diligently dated      
determined to take her hand      
       
For his Love, he waited      
and waited        
and ...      
       
But in sadness the womenfolk dwell;      
for their fallen father they do morn      
Lord Godiva died right where he fell      
not very far from the main gate      
        
Why, he never even left the estate!      
       
All because of a horse!      
       
Such dangerous creatures!!      
       
This one in particular      
having too much giddy-up in its gait!!!      
       
And our brooding, nuding gals        
the seven Lady Godivas wait      
prolonging their pledge to marry      
Peeping Tom      
Peeping Dick      
       
Let's not forget      
Peeping Harry      
       
Peeping Sylvester      
Peeping Drexel      
       
and of course,      
Peeping Jack        
       
O! And last but not least on the list      
Peeping Frelinghuysen!      
       
The gist of this tale I tell      
is of men feeling lovesick      
desperately wanting their fiancees back      
       
Though the ladies no longer pay        
heed to anyone named Peeping        
because of the solemn oath sworn      
a promise they would be keeping      
without regret or remorse:      
       
to make the world's stables        
into much safer places      
from that unpredictably      
mad beast when it races      
known as the Horse!      
     
     
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Here There, Anywhere

At a breakfast meet-up for St. Paul poets the topic of discussion was, "what poet was your greatest influence?"

As the Algonquin roundtable was being polled, I knew I'd be alone. For everyone's answer demonstrated a superior intellect.

"Ginsberg," started the roll call.

Followed by another, "Ginsberg."

Then, "Ralph Waldo Emerson." Funny, no one ever refers to old Ralph by his last name.

"Ginsberg," echoed again.  How I hate Ginsberg.

"Ezra Pond," someone said, who dared to be different.

"Mine is Ginsberg as well."  By now it was obvious I was an accidental attendee at the Ginsberg Poetry Club.

Finally the eagle's feather was passed to me.  "Dr. Suess is my greatest influence."

A collective chuckle arouse from the table, then hubristic young man sarcastically commented.  "I thought we were discussing poems, not nursery rhymes."

I paused to take a deep breath and with a smile responded collectively to everyone at the table.  "Considering Ginsberg had such a profound influence on contemporary poets such as yourselves would any of you care to share a verse from one of his many works that inspired you?"

Dead silence!

Everyone glanced slowly at each other hoping the other would answer.  Finally the awkward moment was interrupted by our waitress.  

"Have you folks decided what you'd like to order," she asked?

I immediately spoke up. "I'll have the green eggs and ham, mam."

As though it were preplanned she responded on cue, "will you have them here, there, or anywhere?"

Now dear readers, before you dismiss me as an old fool, know that the story I just told you is absolutely true.

#Dr.Suess
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Flumadiddle! ( after Theodor [Dr] Seuss Geisel )

It’s Flumadiddle! you see    
to assume a fact is fact        
by just eyeball-contact!        
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
Look underneath!      
See what's hidden yourself!          
         
Flumadiddle!          
to think we’re separate        
despite a color or two or three;        
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
To see a different        
heart or brain or liver, ew'ee!          
         
Flumadiddle!          
because a heart is a heart        
and a liver a liver, ew'ee!        
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
Because a brain is a brain        
regardless of the body it’s in!        
         
Flumadiddle!        
to believe Love isn’t Love!        
Regardless of boy or girl        
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
to surmise a kiss isn’t a kiss        
between two puckered-lips!          
         
Flumadiddle!          
'cause some boys are girls        
and some girls be boys inside!          
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
To guess which is which        
from only the outside!          
       
And guess what?!    
There's more to see!  
Some are both a he and a she!        
Ain't no Flumadiddle 'bout that!        
   
It’s only Flumadiddle! you see        
to assume a fact is fact        
by just eyeball-contact!        
Flumadiddle! I tell ya!          
Look underneath!      
See what's hidden yourself!          
~  
   
#DrSeuss  
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[ Classic Corner ] The Nowax That Stole Muffletuft

         
Glorious sunshine raining down;      
what a beautiful day is was      
from City Hall to Pubble Beach      
in the town of Pubblefuzz      
     
Excited citizens celebrating      
soaking in an onflux of sunny rays      
And the Vitamin D! So abundantly      
derived in the most splendid of ways!      
     
As far as voyeuristic eyes could see      
up and down the pebbled coast      
were sun bathers in the nude---      
bodies oiled fronted and backed      
on blankets picnic packed with food      
     
Tourists from miles and miles around      
attended to admire the Pubblefuzzinites      
who sported such wondrous Muffletufts      
to everyone's curious delights      
     
Many were trimmed as if topiary      
in the shape of exotic animals---      
hairy swans, giraffes, emus, llammas      
lobsters, frogs, and seagulls      
     
The Look Out! tower?      
Overlooked and unmanned      
Festivities were nothing short of grand!      
That is, until the devious Nowax appeared ...      
     
mischevously tugging on its beard ...      
     
with trusty, rusty buzz-razor in hand      
     
Burrowing up from a hole in the ground---      
what mischief in its mind was planned?!      
Question marks, exclamation points abound      
from gasping gapers in the grandstand!      
     
The Nowax deftly went on a mission      
shaving off everyone's precious pubbles!      
Quick as a jackalope the creature struck      
leaving nothing behind but itchy stubbles!      
     
Not long after the first victim felt a tremble      
waking him from sun induced coma      
the Nowax harvested Muffletuft from the last      
once trimmed to resemble Oklahoma!      
     
Having enough Muffletuft ever desired      
stuffed in a puffed out plastic bag      
the creature dived back into the hole      
during the Pubblefuzzinites' crying jag      
     
Now, the Nowax was a hairy beast      
one of a kind and thus very lonely      
The purpose for stealing so much Muffletuft?      
was to create a companion ...      
     
O! If only!      
     
You see, no matter how much Muffletuft      
it glued onto a once nude store mannequin      
the creature's creation was a lifeless thing      
Again, its loneliness settled in ...      
     
until suddenly the Nowax became inspired!      
     
I'll become a Pubblefuzzinite!      
Why hadn't it thought of this before?      
it wondered while Buzz-razoring itself      
throughout its darkest hour in the night     
     
leaving just enough of its own hair behind      
for transforming into Muffletuft-ish art      
guaranteeing it would look like the others      
     
Instead of apart from society      
     
the Nowax would be a part!      
     
After weeks of trial and error barbering      
it emerged on the beach from the hole      
with intent to blend in with the natives;      
its artisanry resembling that which it stole---      
ironically trimmed in the shape of a branch      
sporting a pair of olives      
     
Unfortunately, as far as voyeuristic eyes could see      
Pubblefuzz had become a ghost town---      
twas not a stubbled soul at all      
from Pubble beach to City Hall      
nor a tourist from miles and miles around      
     
The Nowax had destroyed the entire economy      
of the Pubblefuzzinites within a single day;      
without Muffletuft art bringing in tourist dollars      
everyone moved on and away      
     
The lessons it learned the hard way      
was that not every idea was brilliant      
and ecosystems were fragile as butterfly wing      
furthest from sturdy and resiliant      
     
The beast sullenly retired the Buzz-razor      
grew back all of its hair      
and lived out the rest of a miserable existence      
lonely in an underground lair      
     
Do you care?      
     
If not, you should      
     
It would really do you some good      
     
Especially if you are in want of a friend      
In fact, don't be afraid to let out your hair      
and pay the Nowax down there a visit     
     
as for the story      
this is it      
     
but this is certainly not      
THE END      


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How the Snollygoster Stole Wordmas ( after Theodor [Dr] Seuss Geisel )

Once upon a lifetime      
in the heart of a speck of dust,          
every little poetic Mite          
needed clay to carve their words –          
         
no matter how mundane        
or even crazy they seemed;        
regardless of any rhyme        
rhythm, or even a theme!          
         
Poetry was their life, you see!          
And, at the end of each new day          
they carved their tablets of clay –        
for Wordmas was on its way!          
         
They'd glitter, shine, describe and show  
  how beautiful writing was!
On Wordmas Eve would gather and read
  the fruits of the language they loved!

But, O! Beware! As in all stories there
  lived a Snollygoster, rottenest of them all –
had a bitter heart and shriveled soul
from too much unrequited love.

You know the cliché, I don’t have to say
how misery loves its company!
For an old Soucouyant saw his irate state
and took full advantage of her puppetry!

So the Snollygoster became a Sycophant
of the devious Soucouyant –
who felt because she’d arrived first
should control every poetic Mite.

She camouflaged with friendship
plotting to protect her interest–
manipulating the nasty Snollygoster          
to do her dirty business

They both hated the poetic Mites
detesting their independence!
And tried many low, unethical ways
to undermine their very existence

A mean pair, they were
 living a double-life of resentment –
and grew accustomed to blaming
 everyone else with a vengeance          
         
Responsibility wasn’t a word
neither had earnestly used –
except to get what they wanted
and their eyes were set on dust!

So they planned to pummel the burrows
of the strongest poetic Mites –
relentlessly stealing their tablets
and hiding their accomplishments!

With a chomp and a spit
the old Snollygoster crushed
each and every tender verse
as the Mites innocently slept –

He’d slithered and he’d stalked
until all meaning was destroyed –
and no poetic verses were left
No! not even one letter at all!

He masticated the nouns
with the muscles of his jaw!
He suffocated the verbs
with the mucus he dispersed!

He lassoed the adjectives
before they became too tall!
Hung’em from earthen roots
until they moved no more!

Oh and the art! No! No! No!
He’d bonfire them all!
One by one into the blaze
never to be viewed again!

He’d weave and he’d crawl
that’s what he’d do!
And when they awoke
on Wordmass morn –

An entire alphabet would be gone!
And, every single poem too!

Once his dirty deed was done
he returned to the Soucouyant's Coven
for tainted wine and molded bread
to await the crying to begin.  

The sun had barely topped the ridge
early that Wordmass morn –
the evil Soucouyant wrung her hands
and the nasty Snollygoster did gloat.

But what they heard that Wordmass morn l
was not what they expected, O! No!
No high-pitched wailing, or gnashing of teeth
cursing or declaration of war!

It started with just one word, yes!
Love was all they heard –
then Hope, Faith and Thankfulness
eagerly followed in suit!

Before the Soucouyant could gasp a lung!
Before the Snollygoster could hack a why!
A poem echoed throughout the land
from the hearts of the poetic Mites:

All it takes is Love and Hope
followed by Faith and Thankfulness!
For what is chiseled in the heart
shall be recited in gratefulness!

For tablets of clay are of the earth
and no more than a humble tool –
to carve and record all our poems
but not from our memory too!

Despite what is taken away from Us
we’ll believe it was for the best!
And sing a song of gratitude –
for Love is what matters the most!

Those who learn Love honestly
without devious plots or malice,
are those who deserve true happiness
knowing the meaning of Wordmass!


The poem shattered the Soucouyant’s coven!
The nasty Snollygoster second-guess
all his actions and what he’d done –
realizing eventually he’d been tricked!

For revenge and heartache aren’t the way
to overcome hatred and strife!
Only forgiveness can mend the Spirit
and responsibility for one’s own actions

There is a lesson to be learned
by each and every being born –
You cannot blame another Soul
for the pain you have endured.

Only through pure acceptance
can you truly, truly Love –
For in acceptance lieth peace
and enables you to move on.

The poetic Mites did recite
and with their loud voice thanked –
the Soucouyant and Snollygoster
for the most important gift!

And especially hoped, someday
even prayed for a miracle to occur –
that the Soucouyant and Snollygoster
would find true peace and Love.

"Amen. Amen. Amen!”

The End          
~        
         
#DrSeuss
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[ Classic Corner ] At The Fish House

   
There's a cat in a hat run amok in the house  
---not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse---    
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling    
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling      
     
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish    
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish    
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche    
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way    
     
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad!    
Mad as a hatter and for a fish, that is bad!    
On any given day, a fish could be a tasty fillet    
but for hatted mad cats, it was Frito Lay!    
     
Oh, hell to the NO! thought the fishy    
about being a batter fried dish of fish
drizzled with lemon drips and a side of chips    
or swirled in cheese dips --- far from delish!     
     
So the fishy devised a plot to scare him away    
by speaking in Spanish, wearing a military beret    
declaring, "I am General Frito Bandito!"    
waving about a makeshift sword    
 ( though it was a drowned mosquito )    
     
"Good Lord!"      
cried the mad hatted cat - this fish isinsane!    
"Perhaps it has something wrong with its brain!"    
as if a rabies-riddled bat or a drug-addled rat    
and the cat left the fish be right where it was at    
     
There's no moral to this tale, I'm afraid to say    
but by all means - be different in your own way!    
It can be good to be stranged to the point of deranged      
---might even save you from a date with golden fondue    
or a fate on a frying panned range
 
 
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A Sneetch (  after Theodor [Dr] Seuss Geisel )

There are havettes, and have notettes–  
yet in all honesty, without possessions  
who can tell the difference?!

They appear the same shape –  
male and female alike; O! But wait!  
is it a tittle of a title they covet?!    
 
Or, perhaps, in all honesty –  
it’s a jealousy thing ; O! Me!  Why  
clonedingus another Sneetch?  
 
We each have our trinkets – we’re all  
born completus; O! Yet, it’s not enough!  
Some Sneetches choose to be leeches!  
 
Is it fortune, fame they don’t deserve –  
but feel they should; O! Silly Sneetches!  
Stop doppleganging the goods!  
 
No Sneetch is better than another –  
so why copycatador; O! it’s drama  
you seek! Why not live as you are?  
 
Then you'd get no attentioning –  
and wouldn’t feel complete; O! pity  
it is! You strive to be someone else.  
 
One day when you’re not a Sneetchette –  
it's all so befuddling; O! you’ll realize  
how foolish you were when a youngling!  
 
You’ll accept your Sneetchessness –  
live happily to boot; O! what's that?!  
Another Sneetchlet is doppleganging you!  
 
Ha! Take that you Sniveling Sneetch!  
You Sneetching Sniveler!  
 
Sneetches don't have to be the same  
or even close to similar!  
~

#DrSeuss
Written by Ahavati
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JohnnyBlaze
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Better hurry and get your entries in while you can, DUPeeps - this comp is soon to expire in less than 12 hours !!!

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Ahavati and I would like to thank each person who took the time to read about
Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss,  as well as write a tribute poem. Each entrant's submission was very much appreciated. Webmiss should be creating a theme dedicated to him very soon.   

This was extremely challenging, as Ahavati and I discovered for ourselves while writing our own example entries. Who in Whoville knew how difficult it would be for Us and you to write a tribute in the style of Seuss through and through?!?

That being said, the winners are as follows: 

eswaller, your submission, ''All the Places You'll Go! (A Take on Dr. Seuss)" was a great tribute to Seuss conveying the essence of his writing style. The trophy is awarded to you! Congratulations for accomplishing the difficult task you volunteered for. 

Snugglebuck, you were awarded second place primarily because you opted to forego an attempt in Seuss's style, though your submission was very impressive and illustrated how familiar people from all walks of life are with his poetry that left an impression on their lives.

Unfortunately, due to timing of the Holidays and this being a two week long comp, no one else entered! Or took advantage of the lack of competition to secure at least a runner up award.

Again, Thank You to all who entered. Seuss was a genius who transcended generations with his highly energized stories accompanied with playful artwork and morals; he deserves to be remembered. Because of each submission here, he will be via a hashtag on DUP. 


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Congratulations, Elena and Snugglebuck! 📝🏆📝🏆Thank you for braving a difficult one! We appreciate it! Dr Seuss will be immortalized here at DUP thanks to all efforts!

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COMING SOON TO A DEEP UNDERGROUND NEAR YOU

I will be taking a break from our Classic Corner tribute series to focus on a different competition that will launch after the New Year.

This particular competition will be a fun yet challenging exercise that will help prepare you for the NaPo/GloProWriMo 2019 that Ahavati and I will once again be hosting - stay tuned into our comp threads for further announcements! 📝🎤



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