Archive for February, 2010

Back scratcher

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

I had an itch that itched a lot,
But found this scratcher by the pot.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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Meet Ben

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Meet Ben Curnett. Yesterday, we posted Ben’s awesome poem, Super Spy.  Dad. Naturalist. Outdoorsman. Lover of white-water. Poet. Copywriter. All-around terrific dude. To get a sneak-peek into Ben’s mind, read on

The team working behind-the-scenes on Project OpenBook continues to grow.  Most of us have never met in-person.  But it doesn’t feel that way.  It’s a thrill and honor to work alongside talented folks like Ben.  Join us?

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Super Spy

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010


If you could be a super spy
What gadgets would you choose?
I think I’d want some x-ray eyes
And leave-no-footprint shoes.

And how ‘bout an exploding pen
That leaves invisible notes?
Or a tiny-micro-mini sub
To dive b’low enemy boats.

I’d make myself a rocket pack
And blast through city sewers
With find-the-right-way goggles on
To pick out trick detours.

I’d have a smokescreen in my coat
Inside a little can
That I could use to make escapes
That weren’t in my plan.

Yep, if I were a super spy,
I’d be a great one, mister!
For now, I’d settle for some tips
‘Bout spying on my sister.

Ben CurnettWritten by Ben Curnett.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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Temporary Tattoo

Sunday, February 21st, 2010


The sign, it said “temporary”.
So I looked it up in the dictionary:

It means it lasts for a short time
So I picked one out and paid a dime.

I went right home and put it on,
A big red heart surrounding “MOM”.

But now I think that something’s wrong.
It wasn’t s’posed to stay this long…

If I had known it would last twelve weeks
I wouldn’t have put it on my cheek.
.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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Spotlight on Jaime

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

Jaime KubikYesterday we published a poem from Jaime Kubik.  It’s kind of a big deal because…well, she’s kind of a big deal.  And because it’s the first poem contributed from somebody other than me (Phil here).  That’s really exciting for us because the idea behind Project OpenBook is that it’s community-generated.  We’ll keep writing poems until our ink runs dry.  But we think something we create together — yep, I’m talking to you — could be so much bigger and so much better.

In Jaime’s words, “I’m just a simple Nebraska housewife who likes to write silly poetry.”  Of course, that’s just Jaime being humble.  I’ve never met Jaime in person but I can tell she’s much more than that: she’s a teacher, a mom, a wife, a poet, a mover, a shaker, a joy-maker.  Jump over and read more about Jaime

You might be reading this and thinking, “I’d love to contribute but I’m not a writer.  I can’t rhyme.”  Nonsense.  That’s the resistence talking.  If you think Project OpenBook is worthwhile, then we need you.  And you don’t have to write or draw to contribute.  So get over here and join us.

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Super Hero

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Most folks look at me and think
“Ah, he’s just a little kid…”
But what they cannot see is that
I’m keeping something hid.

SHHH! I’m a super hero.
Not a single person knows:
Underneath my jeans and shirt
Are super hero clothes.

I cannot blow my cover
So when Mommy calls me in
I just try to act real natural
Without telling where I’ve been.

My super hero power
Is something I keep secret
But I’ll tell you what it is
If you promise you will keep it.

Can you believe I have night vision
And can see out in the dark?
So I can sneak out late at night
And fight monsters in the park?

But just like Superman
I have my kryptonite:
Inside my house, my powers fail
So I sleep with my flash light.

Jaime KubikWritten by Jaime Kubik.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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Two Wolves

Monday, February 15th, 2010


“In each of us
there live two wolves…”
Grandfather used to say.

“And these two wolves
One bad, one good,
They fight it out each day.

“The bad wolf’s bad,
spreads fear and lies,
pain, anger and dismay.

“The good wolf’s good,
spreads truth and joy,
peace and hope and play.”

And when I’d ask,
“But who will win?”
This is what he’d say:

“Each day we choose
to feed one wolf
and that wolf wins the day.”

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.
Inspired by a Cherokee legend.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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Silly Rules

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

DumbRules_Bee.
.
It’s tough to see but I’m a bee.
I used to fly with my stinger free.
Until some bee, who could barely fly,
Hit a skunk and stung her thigh.
Now there’s a rule, a real hum-dinger:
All bees wear corks upon their stingers.

DumbRules_Skunk.
.
.
You might think it’s bunk but I’m a skunk.
Used to make magic — boy, I stunk!
Until some skunk took a snooze near a hive.
Due to the stench, the bees barely survived.
Now there’s a rule, who would have guessed,
Skunks can’t do what we do best.
.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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The Cookie Pirate

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010


The sharks look hungry.
And them seas arrrrrrr’ freezin’.
But this be the penalty
When yer guilty o’ treason.

Where me cookies once were
Sits a sad empty bag.
And yer chocolaty chin proves
Yer’ the skallywag.

Don’t blame Cap’n Barbie.
I’m not takin’ the bait.
She doesn’t eat cookies
For she’s watchin’ her weight.

Aargh! Shiver me timbers!
Start walkin’ that plank!
Me ship’s no place for cookie thieves…
We throw ’em in the tank.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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The ‘Tater Savior

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Project OpenBook: The Tater Savior
Have ye’ heard the tale of the tiny ‘tater,
Who changed the world, a veggie-crusader.
‘Twas nineteen hundred twenty-one
And life as a spud wasn’t much fun.
As a small brown veggie, ‘yer days numbered few.
And Paul Potater found himself feeling blue.
It had been a rough year, a really rough ride.
Mother was mashed and father was fried.
Granny was pureed into potato soup,
And Grandpa sliced up in buttery goop.
His buddy Bobby had been twice-baked.
He’d heard of a torture called ‘peeled and flake’d’.
So what would it be? What was Paul’s fate?
Steamed, smoked, stuffed or sautee’d?
FRENCH FRIES said the sign on the wall.
“So I guess this it…” Paul started to bawl.
Then he noticed an onion sitting next to the dicer.
And thought to himself, “I must sacrifice her”.
In that moment of terror, the onion he pushed
And out of the slicer, the onion rings whooshed.
Into the oil flew ten perfect rings.
Snap, crackle, pop. “Yowser, this stings!”
Sure it was rude; that much Paul knew.
But he thought to himself “’twas me or ‘twas you.”
And in that moment when the first rings were shaved
Millions of future potatoes were saved.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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