One part imagination
One paper for each participant
One pencil for each

So, to begin, each person has a paper and pencil. Everyone writes a phrase on the top of the page as if they were writing a poem. Each paper is passed and a second line is written after reading the first. Here’s where it gets interesting. The second person to write a line then folds the paper back so the first phrase is no linger visible. They then pass the paper again. Each of the following people do the same so that every person writes one line with only the previous line visible.

If you’re lookin’ to add a little more spice to the game, try playing Scattergories or another word game beforehand so the group is primed to add a hearty handful of inside jokes into the delicious “Kimchi Poetry.” The name, by the way, has nothing to do with the poems themselves, it’s just a name that came out as we were talking and it stuck. However, if you were to look for some meaning to the name of the game, it may make sense that it’s just as random as the poems are. Else, some poems, after fermenting a while are really delicious to the distinguishing pallet.

Whatever you call it, it’s a fun little game, especially for those who like to write.

Following are the 10 poems that were fermented by 5 very different people! I hope you have as much fun reading them as we did creating them. I gave each a name so you can vote for your favorite at the end. Feel free to psychoanalyze the dishes to help us get to the bottom our group consciousness. Those and any other thoughts are welcome in the comments section after the poems.

Heart Conscience

For those people who enjoy water
Your conscience will like this message
If your heart can hear
Then my love will respond
To the most intimate terms of endearment

The Transformation

As he rose from the shivering grass
Blistering orbules exploded
Training my eyes to retreat
For too much is a burden in the beholding
Of this cornucopia that transfigures

Adventurous Wookie

“Forever my little Wookie,” she cooed
“Forever, forever and forever.”
On the stems of wilder wood
I rode the ultimate adventure
Because my heart was pure

Hesitant Amid Temptation

Mysterious curiosity
Beckons intensely
But I will not go
Until I can draw the right conclusions
Of what may come for Mr. Bojangles

Icicles Overboard

The spot drew my focus
And I turned my soul to meet
The icicles of the sea
Grew like bamboo
Until it reached the threshold

The Rooster’s Wit OR The Jello Epiphany

A rooster watches through the window
And he sees other humorous mannequins
Laughing at his wit
She casually jiggled her jello
To find the truth she known all along

Memories of Partridge Tree Youth

Positively delightful, the youth of Partridge Tree
Hope for living in the now
And then when we forget and trip on tomorrow
we can be propelled by these memories
Of longing, light and wit
And the whimsy of laughing daffodils

Itchaway

Dolphin cheese & killer bees
In the magic land of Itchaway
There lived a tiny lark
Who laid tiny blue eggs
An offering of conduit to future

Amphibious Youth

In the puddles of amphibious youth
My feet drew up joy leaving memories
My mind opened to a greater world
Where the tropics covered the earth
They lived in harmony

In Their Eyes

Children sometimes speak with their eyes
You just have to look deeper
Into the shallow depths of the pellucid
A glimmer of hope shone forth
And I joined the fairies in their dance

Vote for your fav & try it out yourself next group get together. We’d love to sample your juiciest & most savory Kimchi Poems! Until then!!

n

Breakfast: Pop Tarts

Mid Morning Snack: Fig Newtons

Lunch: Peanut Butter & Jelly

Afternoon Snack: A Donut

Dinner Party

Main Course:  Head of A Pig

Desert: Cup of Dirt

It was a great birthday! Definitely one of my favorites. Thank you Michelle for putting a smile on my face…ALL DAY LONG!

• Summer Lovin’ – Grease
• U2 – Without or Without You
• Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing – Aerosmith
• Beatles
  • I Wanna Hold Your Hand
  • Eight Days a Week
• Unchained Melodies – Everly Brothers
• Crazy – Patsy Cline
• Endless Love
• My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion
• Bryan Adams
  • Everything I Do
  • Please Forgive Me
• L.O.V.E.
• Under My Skin
• I Swear – All-4-One
• Hero – Enrique Eglacisas
• Amazed – Lonestar
• A Whole New World –

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Performed at the BYU 208th Ward UN-Talent show. Let’s hear it for Ashlee and Ryan!
Performed by Ashlee Patterson & Ryan Mendenhall
Written by Shoni Winkle and Ryan Mendenhall

…enter puffy dream sequence cloud and harp arpeggios…

In the early morning or late evening, I couldn’t tell which, I found myself at a small round kitchen table where two bearded jolly men were going to teach me how to play Knights and Pokers (apparently the “poker” referred to the knight’s joust). There was a young lady there who seemed just as excited as I to play this game of strategy. She was excited for this was a game of intense strategy and popularity. It was bigger than “The Office”.

Sometime between setting up the board and me shuffling the card that weren’t supposed to be shuffled together I saw a big grin on the face of the lead jolly. He had a mission for me that seemed rather odd, but the jollies together convinced me that it was not only necessary, but urgent.

The next thing I knew I was talking to the front desk clerk of 24 hour fitness. I heard in my head the instructions as I head myself telling the clerk that I needed to see his bosses, two gentlemen I was pretending to know well. The mission monologue played in my head as a loudspeaker announcing the day’s school lunch menu.

I ended the conversation with insisting on my usual accommodations including luxury room and board. I told left and told him that I’d be back at 8 and to make sure that everything was taken care of.

I walked away confidently as the desk attendant seemed obviously abashed, yet making arrangements for this insistent and confident man.

When I returned my bags where taken and the same clerk showed me to a car. He asked me where I was from. When I said Boston he seemed to know the area and followed up with, “Oh? What part?” I told him the northeast part. Again he asked where. With my best Boston accent I tossed out a made up county name. “You heard of it?” “No,” he replied.

Now in the car I felt that something was up. We pulled up to the entrance of what looked like a junk yard. The driver clerk casually locked the doors and tightened the windows.

Now entering the yard I could see that amidst the rubble and piles of dirt was a very nice patio encased with glass walls. Within the walls of the patio was the man I had insisted on seeing. He was lounging in a jetted jacuzzi.

Obviously annoyed with the interruption from the attendant he looked up as I walked in and began to act as if I knew him. After fumbling a little to search his thoughts and after realizing that I was an impostor he smiled as if to say, sure I’ll play your little game.

Some words were exchanged and before I knew I was banging their heads together and taking off in the car we had come in. I’m not sure why seemingly smart men leave the keys in the car in movie scenes like this. I guess it’s so the “good guys” like me can escape when they’re found out.

Anyhow…So after I drove through the fence that had been closed behind us and a high speed automobile chase I found myself in an arboretum of sorts. I felt safe from my predators there as I biked quickly around the lake at the center of this forest.

I’m not sure where I got the bike I was riding on. I guess my attention was more focused on escaping those that sought the destruction of me and those I loved. I’m also not sure where I caught up with a pretty girl and how I had become responsible for protecting this new friend, but is was so. And lastly, I have NO CLUE when the the one dedicated to hunting us had turned into Tony Robbins. Bizarre

After rounding the arboretum several times and realizing that we may have been led into a trap, sent in circles until Tony Robbins catch up, I suggested retracing our steps to find our way out. Upon doing so we came upon a dried storm drain that we hadn’t seen before.

After climbing up the loose rocks to the top of the drain we walked around a cement slab. There I was accosted by a man. With my back towards him I assumed that it was the dreaded Mr. Robbins. On the contrary. It was my pleasure and relief to see Steven Colbert greeting me, saving us from the anxiety and fear that had griped us just moments earlier. The first thing that I told him was that I was going to vote for him in the Presidential Election. We smiled and talked some. He was nice in person.

Looking back at it all, I’m not sure what this adventure had to do with the game Knights and Pokers, but in the end I’m sure that there something to learn from this. If you have had any lessons on the interpretation of dreams, it’s time to shout them out! Leave me a comment and let me know.

During the Saturday morning session, after President Hinckley went to sit down after the sustaining of the officers of the church, the whole audience started laughing. They didn’t show what happened on TV, so most of us didn’t know what was so funny. Here’s what happened:

After President Hinckley finished, Elder Eyring had moved into his new seat on the stand. When President Hinckley turned around, he stood there for a moment looking at Elder Eyring, then picked up his cane and ‘knighted’ him on his shoulder and head.

I was humbled by the way Elder Eyring assumed the responsibility laden calling of 2nd Counselor in the Church’s First Presidency. He spoke to us once at the Orem Institute of Religion and I’ve been very touched by his love and personal touch ever since. I’m honored to support him in his new role serving the Lord.

Here’s the Press Conference that gathered his public feelings on taking the position that President James E. Faust previously occupied.

Once upon a time there was a podcast to be created. We took on the challenge and everyone rejoiced.

Alright, down to brass tax. I know I kinda hinted at it in the previous paragraph, but I am feeling a strong urge to tell you flat out. I’m a Canadian Geographer. There, I said it. I know that some may mock, but never can I say that I didn’t follow my convictions.

Now in saying that I started the Canadian Geographer’s Club I want you to know that I can’t claim Canadian citizenship. I can only hope that someday I will be extended honorary citizenship, knighted, or even just given some plain tickets to the great white north.

Anyhow, let it be known that the Canadian Geographer’s Club is in session. Dues are not required, unless you’re not a Canadian OR a Geographer. In which case, you can’t join, sorry.

Oh, PS. Strange Brew makes me laugh. And if you do a search for “Rehpargeog Naidanac”, I’ll be number one. I’ll bet on it.

Isn’t technology great! Ariel maps of locations that are secret. Looks like we can become military strategisists from the comfort of our own homes…

I checked out my house location on Google Maps and viewed it from the satelites. Sure enough, there it was, just as I pictured it…better than maps. I think we’re going to put a big sign on the roof of Old Mill and then google our location again just to see if we can read it from orbit.

What should we say?