Day Four ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day

Back home today from the "Des Moines reading" road trip with my buddy Grant. Thanks again to Marc Dickinson for being such an excellent host. Okay, day four. Fearless reader Robert Lee Brewer says,"For today’s prompt, take the phrase, '100% (blank)'; replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. Example titles might include: '100% Beef,' '100% Cotton,' '100% Awesome,' '100% Etc.'" Here's my 100% contribution, friends. Enjoy. 100% One Hundred Percent All boils down to this. All's fair in love and war. All for one and one for all. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Every mother's son. Jack of all trades. All in a day's work. All the world's a stage. The whole enchilada. Soup to nuts. Everything but the kitchen sink. The whole nine yards. A hundred and ten percent. All roads lead to Rome. Everything's coming up roses. All over the place. The whole ball of wax. All sweetness and light. Sky's the limit. All's well that ends well. As far as the eye can see. Seen 'em all. The whole shooting match. The full monty. All that glitters is not gold. $64,000 question. All your eggs in one basket. Everything is relative. All comes out in the wash. All thumbs. Everything must go. Everything happens for a reason. When all is said and done. Everything's everything. Everything isn't all it's cracked up to be. That's all she wrote. —Draft by Vince Gotera     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] Gratitude goes out to Alan Eggleston for the help I got from his excellent website How to Slay a Cliché. And mad props as well to Steve Lautenschlager for providing such a peerless list of thousands of clichés in his Cliché Web. Speaking of clichés, "mad props" is swiftly becoming one, isn't it? If it isn't already. Check out The Maven breaking down the phrase "mad props." Here's today's poem by Lady Catherine, Princess of Pritchard, Duchess of Childress. 100% Cotton printed in black ink on a white tab in the navy T-shirt I peel from his skin revealing pale flesh bruised by an angel tattooed on his chest. Sweat dripping from inky wings, trickles down my chin each juicy bite finds me closer to his core. —Draft by Catherine Pritchard Childress     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] And those are today's 100% poems, 100% made of words, straight from our 100% hearts and 100% minds. Please give us your 100% comments below in the 100% comment box. Good night, sweet poets. See you on day five. POEM-A-DAY 2012 • Pick a day in April: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30