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Poetry Prompt: Cookie of Good Fortune

By Heather Eure 51 Comments

We think every cookie is full of good luck. Especially when they’re full of chocolate chips! Messages of good fortune aren’t be limited to a particular type of cookie. With every bite, the warmth of freshly baked cookies tell us everything’s gonna be alright.

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is part of a poem from Darlene we enjoyed:

cut the corners
of paper pouches, dry
chocolate pudding poofs! across
forearms as hand-mixer spins
’round ’round ’round
milk jug splattered brown. slop
full the thin tin pan’s graham cracker
store bought crust

—by Simply Darlene

New York School poet Frank O’Hara, crafted a witty, tongue-in-cheek poem based on the little paper predictions inside fortune cookies. Watch this video-reading of “Lines For the Fortune Cookies” or read along here:

I think you’re wonderful and so does everyone else.
Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you–even bigger.
You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.
You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.
You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.
In the beginning there was YOU–there will always be YOU, I guess.
You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.
Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.
Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.
Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.
Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.
You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you’re legendary!
Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.
You will eat cake.
Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?
You think your life is like Pirandello, but it’s really like O’Neill.
A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.
That’s not a run in your stocking, it’s a hand on your leg.
I realize you’ve lived in France, but that doesn’t mean you know EVERYTHING!
You should wear white more often–it becomes you.
The next person to speak to you will have a very intriguing proposal to make.
A lot of people in this room wish they were you.
Have you been to Mike Goldberg’s show? Al Leslie’s? Lee Krasner’s?
At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.
Now that the election’s over, what are you going to do with yourself?
You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.
You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?
Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.
You too could be Premier of France, if only … if only…

—by Frank O’Hara

POETRY PROMPT: Gather inspiration from Frank O’Hara and write your very own fortune cookie poem—made up of words of wisdom, pop culture references, and cheeky expressions. Bring along some cookies for support. 😉

Photo by Ginny. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.

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Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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  1. Simply Darlene says

    January 26, 2015 at 11:53 am

    Oh, this has Maureen written all over it. 🙂 The master slogan, brand, title, candybar varieties, and catchphrase master!

    Here’s my try with phrases (both slang and homegrown), songs, and movie clips from my growing up years.

    Conversation with grandpa:

    Bring me my teeth, they’re on the bathroom counter.

    What do ya want for dinner, grandpa?

    Pie and cake and t-bone steak, missy.

    Fine, I’ll work my fingers to the bone
    from daybreak ’til sundown
    when the rooster crows and the moon dips low.

    What do ya want for dessert, grandpa?

    Pie and cake and t-bone steak, missy.

    Don’t monkey around.

    Do you wanna taste Ivory soap?

    Go ahead and make my day.

    Don’t make me show you who’s boss.

    Everybody’s gotta get footloose, footloose.

    Until you pay rent, you live by my rules, missy.

    Daddy sang base, mama sang tenor, me and little brother would join right in there.

    Girl, you can’t carry a tune in a bucket.

    —

    Conversation with mom:

    Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.

    Shhh. Listen, do you smell something?

    It’s the bacon – I brought it home and fried it up in the pan.

    Are you going out looking like that?

    Yes, I walked barefoot to school, uphill both ways,
    I deserve a little R&R.

    Could your skirt get any shorter?

    You won’t know until you try.

    Who’s going to be at the party? What’s the number?

    Jesse. He’s a good friend of mine. Jenny, don’t change your number –
    867-5309
    867-5309
    867-5309

    What are you going to do?

    We’re going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married.

    Shhh, baby’s sleeping.

    Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

    Alrighty, then. Don’t take any wooden nickels.

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 26, 2015 at 8:05 pm

      Darlene, I don’t know that I can live up to that description!

      Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 27, 2015 at 10:21 am

      Darlene, this brings back so many memories, except for the skirt in my case.

      So eventually I guess you left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’ out on the line? 🙂

      Reply
      • SimplyDarlene says

        January 27, 2015 at 2:30 pm

        it’s funny how songs of my childhood era co-mingled with one’s from my mom’s. and yes, i left the suds in the bucket… ah, haven’t heard that one in a while.

        Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 27, 2015 at 11:22 am

      Those of us of a certain age recognize the soap-in-the-mouth reference. Parents!

      Fun collection, Darlene!

      Reply
      • SimplyDarlene says

        January 27, 2015 at 2:27 pm

        thanks, maureen.

        Reply
    • Elizabeth Marshall says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:31 pm

      Darelene, you took me on a whirlwind journey through much of my youth. Love the pie poem too. You had me in the kitchen with you.
      great day, i like your poetry.

      Reply
    • Donna says

      January 28, 2015 at 2:02 pm

      Oh, this was fun… you really took me back, too!

      Reply
  2. Simply Darlene says

    January 26, 2015 at 11:56 am

    And, thank ye kindly for including my poem portion in today’s prompt. What fun to find it here!

    🙂

    My favs from the long poem up top:

    “You will eat cake.”
    “You eat meat? Why do you eat meat?”

    Reply
  3. Donna says

    January 26, 2015 at 6:42 pm

    Darlene, I love your chocolate pudding poofs… even more tasty this week for some reason! I mean, you flavored the air… who does that? Yesterday I was fighting an urge to buy chocolate pudding mix in the grocery store – now I know why. You put the chocolate pudding poofs in my head!

    I really love the fortune cookie poem. We love our fortune cookies around here and always categorize them – fortune cookie, advice cookie, statement cookie, and a few weeks ago – for the first time – comedy cookie. It said “How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.” 😉

    Reply
    • SimplyDarlene says

      January 26, 2015 at 11:54 pm

      wait until you see me make a green smoothie without the lid on the blender – chocolate pudding poofs! don’t stand a chance. 😉

      i have culinary issues.

      Reply
  4. Maureen Doallas says

    January 26, 2015 at 8:34 pm

    With apologies to Frank O’Hara . . . and my thanks to the Fortune Cookie Database:

    Tomorrow Is Another Day

    A metaphor could save your life,
    so let your imagination wander

    next time you have the opportunity.
    Affirm it, visualize it, believe it

    when I tell you everything now
    will come your way—

    darkness when there is no light
    at the end of the tunnel

    a moment of awkwardness
    in a Chinese bakery

    an unexpected relationship
    with an alien of some sort

    whose fortune us as sweet
    as a cookie you never tried before.

    There are no shortcuts to any place
    worth going. No matter what

    your past has been, face facts
    with dignity. Smile,

    and order takeout. Otherwise,
    nothing will change and you will

    be hungry soon. Until you stop trying
    you can’t naturally feel upbeat.

    If you want the rainbow,
    go confidently in the direction

    of rain. The last thing you want
    is to upset the penguin today

    if the love of your life is sitting
    across from you. Be prepared.

    The only true adventure,
    the important thing, is working out

    the kinks. Better to be the head
    of a chicken than the tail of an ox.

    But word to the wise:
    It never pays to kick a skunk

    even if life is dance floor.

    Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 27, 2015 at 10:25 am

      Maureen, a veritable cookie sheet; the fortune canon. I love the ending.

      Reply
    • Elizabeth Marshall says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:19 pm

      Delightful.You achieve balance and order in the randomness. ♡

      Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      January 28, 2015 at 3:06 am

      I had a lot of fun reading your poem. Loved the enjambment in: “the important thing, is working out/ the kinks.”

      Reply
    • Donna says

      January 29, 2015 at 11:08 am

      Love this… and the fortune about the rainbow is terrific. I consider myself one who googles with abandon, but I never would have thought to google in search of a Fortune Cookie Data Base! 🙂 Impressive!

      Reply
  5. SimplyDarlene says

    January 26, 2015 at 11:51 pm

    fortune cookie database? really?

    maureen – what fun! all of those are new to me. i rather like the skunk (who gets close enough to kick a skunk? i depart at the first whiff) and the penguin lines. 🙂

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 27, 2015 at 11:13 am

      Yep! The marvel of the Internet is that it has everything (almost).

      Reply
  6. Richard Maxson says

    January 27, 2015 at 10:29 am

    Fortunes

    When we moved they were lost,
    the fortunes I had saved
    that seemed to mean something.

    “Suppose you get what you want,”
    read the first one; I taped it to the wall,
    then each new one of significance
    under that, like a ladder leading to the first.

    There is no one here who knows me.
    The trees on the manicured streets are small and bare,
    there are no songs in the branches.

    Someone brought cookies; rang the bell
    as I was digging in boxes for the small
    clip that held them tightly, the small,
    flags of inspiration, steps I freed from their brittle shells.

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 27, 2015 at 11:20 am

      This is elegiac and lovely, Richard. I like how you relate the ladder in the second stanza to the steps in the last, creating that sense that we can try to build on our fortunes, even as we know how brittle fortune is (nice relationship, too, of fortune cookies to brittle shells). I especially like “… small,/ flags of inspiration” and again, that sense of how fleeting life can be.

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 27, 2015 at 11:48 am

        Thank you Maureen!

        Reply
    • Elizabeth Marshall says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:16 pm

      There are no songs in the branches.
      Haunting. This sets the tone for the poem for me. Anchors it in loneliness.

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 27, 2015 at 3:55 pm

        Thank you for reading and commenting, Elizabeth.

        Reply
    • SimplyDarlene says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:43 pm

      the title and the first line would look awesome on a poetry book cover 😉

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 27, 2015 at 3:57 pm

        Hmmmm, I’ll have to remember that. Thanks for commenting, Darlene.

        Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      January 27, 2015 at 4:29 pm

      Thank you for sharing your moving poem. One of my favorite parts is:

      “There is no one here who knows me.
      The trees on the manicured streets are small and bare,”

      Reply
    • Donna says

      January 29, 2015 at 11:11 am

      Small flags of insipiration… no one here that knows me… there is a lot of emotion in this poem.

      I save the papers, too, but now I save them in my camera. They are such little gifts.

      Reply
  7. Elizabeth Marshall says

    January 27, 2015 at 1:58 pm

    COOKIES

    Around the block in search of buyers
    Of thin mints
    Turns out I would sell until I was blue
    In the face
    Around town in search of buyers
    Not in my Wheelhouse
    Or up my alley
    Cats in the cradle and yo-yo’s
    More my cup of tea
    Convo’s over Oreo’s with my Dad
    He didn’t dunk ’em
    No sir ree, he drowned ’em
    Flat out sunk ’em to the bottom
    Of a watery white grave
    You sunk my battleship
    You’d better get down here this instant
    Toll House Cookies
    1970’s crack
    Open that bag
    Of Lay’s (if you prefer salty to sweet)
    Bet you can’t eat just one
    Just eat everything on your plate
    If you want to be excused
    There are children starving in Africa
    Turn down that boob tube
    Now off to bed
    Night night sleep tight
    Don’t let the bedbugs bite
    No rest for the weary
    You know how your bread is buttered
    Money does’t grow on trees
    Crack the door, leave it ajar

    And leave the hall light on

    Now I lay me down
    to sleep

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:39 pm

      “Toll House Cookies / 1970s crack”: made me laugh.

      Lots of fun.

      Reply
    • SimplyDarlene says

      January 27, 2015 at 2:48 pm

      “just eat everything on your plate
      if you want to be excused”

      maketh me laugh for a number of reasons 😉

      Reply
      • SimplyDarlene says

        January 27, 2015 at 2:50 pm

        mainly because when we picked up the plates and licked ’em clean we were reprimanded. i guess there’s no excuse for wanting every last morsel.

        Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 27, 2015 at 4:03 pm

      So much fun to read this and reminisce. I do remember vividly, “There are children starving in Africa.” To which I smart-assedly replied, “fine, send them my broccoli.”

      Reply
    • Donna says

      January 29, 2015 at 11:14 am

      A real collection of many slices of life. Such fun to read – nostalgia and relationship. Really nice.

      By the way, you made me laugh with the oreos… my father taught my boys to eat oreos by scraping the frosting off with their teeth and tossing the cookie remains over their shoulders. There secret was safe until I found little dark chocolate circles all over our little house. 🙂

      Reply
  8. Sandra Wirfel says

    January 27, 2015 at 3:41 pm

    ALl of you are awesome, I read and laughed, and laughed and laughed, thank you for making my afternoon so pleasant.

    Reply
    • Donna says

      January 27, 2015 at 6:35 pm

      🙂

      Reply
  9. Donna says

    January 28, 2015 at 12:40 pm

    Finally, these photos are no longer jusst taking up space! I knew I’d need them someday and now, today, they’ve built a poem. Here is a link to the visual images which gave me this found poem (am I using the term correctly? Found Poem?)

    http://thebrightersideblog.blogspot.com/2015/01/middle-sister.html

    And here is the text only version:
    Middle Sister

    Look around-
    happiness is trying to catch you,
    Middle Sister.

    Ergo,
    forget the Little Black Dress.
    Dip your

    Primal Roots into
    Monkey Bay!
    Dance
    the Funky Llama,
    Barefoot
    in the Rainstorm!

    Let the
    Pendulum swing.

    Look around-
    happiness is trying to catch you,
    Middle Sister.

    The situation is changeable
    but you cannot push the river.

    Sweet Bliss
    Dialed In
    from the Cloudline and
    left a message with the Dreaming Tree for you~
    “All you have is today-There is no such thing asYesterday or tomorrow.”

    Look around – happiness is trying to catch you,
    Middle Sister.

    Reply
    • Donna says

      January 30, 2015 at 2:32 pm

      I did eat the cookies, but didn’t drink that wine – (well, not all of it)… I just photographed it! The bottles were so pretty and the names were filled with possibilities. 🙂

      Reply
      • Magdalena Ball says

        February 1, 2015 at 8:56 pm

        This is so fresh and playful, Donna, with its intimate address to “Middle Sister” (middle child, little sister, fellow female all come to mind). I especially like “Dip your/Primal Roots into/Monkey Bay!” (though you might leave out the exclamation mark since it’s already vibrant with motion and rhythm). Being a verbal type I prefer the text poem to the images (though one image would make a very cool book cover or accompaniment) – your repetitions, structuring and placements make this a delight to read.

        Reply
        • Donna says

          February 1, 2015 at 9:26 pm

          Thank you, Magdalena. I’m so glad you enjoyed it… and I wondered about that exclamation point… it was on, off, on, off, on… 🙂 Your feedback is much appreciated.

          Reply
        • Donna says

          February 2, 2015 at 9:50 pm

          Yes… it works better without !
          My mom taught me, with leftovers, when in doubt throw it out. I think it might be the same with exclamation points!

          Reply
  10. Monica Sharman says

    January 29, 2015 at 1:11 pm

    Prophecy Fulfilled

    After his last lo-mein serving
    he cracked open the folded cookie
    for the message inside. Surprised

    and delighted, full from five round
    servings of cha siu bao, he waddled
    across the street and drawled

    his order: pepperoni, double cheese
    and looked down at his good fortune
    folded in his palm:

    A large pizza is in your future.

    Reply
    • Maureen Doallas says

      January 29, 2015 at 2:49 pm

      Good one! I feel stuffed just reading it.

      Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      January 29, 2015 at 4:39 pm

      This made me smile, Monica. I especially liked: “he waddled/ across the street and drawled”

      Reply
    • Donna says

      January 30, 2015 at 2:33 pm

      Love this… and love the way the title is connected to the last line.

      Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 30, 2015 at 2:49 pm

      Hmmmm. The fortune cookie he left on the table, probably said a treadmill is in your future. I’m skipping lunch after reading this. Great visceral accomplishment in this one.

      Reply
  11. Robbie Pruitt says

    January 31, 2015 at 10:21 am

    Fortune

    When split
    The two halves
    Revealed
    The whole message
    Concealed
    Encased in sweet
    Shielded
    The sliver of text
    Of what was next
    Providence
    Beyond prospect
    Was never expected

    © January 31, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

    Reply
  12. Magdalena Ball says

    February 1, 2015 at 8:32 pm

    (extra bonus points if you find Frank here, and apologies if my HTML doesn’t come through – can’t preview first to check)

    Cruel Fortune

    When was it you handed me that broken cookie with its
    flapping paper tail?

    I held it to my ear, like a conch shell
    heard, against the odds, the sea
    roaring like a backdrop to our dinner
    fortune tickling lobe
    hope splashing the shore of my head
    like breaking waves.

    Mott Street dim sum
    the world our fortune cookie
    beautiful diners glittering
    like immortals
    dressing up the room
    drinking too much
    you on wine at midday
    me, always the prude, drowning
    in jasmine tea
    burning cigarettes like miniature suns
    promising so much
    leaving so little.

    Pursue your dreams
    with vigour

    you read, again and again
    like a shiny phonograph
    the best of all my days
    that pretty mouth
    shooting smoke rings
    going on and on
    in my dreams.

    I had no idea how risky
    it was
    what hubris, taking fortune
    into my lips
    letting crumbs stain
    my best silk
    while you slipped
    with no warning
    out the door.

    Reply
  13. gassingon says

    February 20, 2015 at 12:17 pm

    Chocolate chip calls her name out loud
    She calls his name right back
    She finds him in the hiding place
    And on him she will snack..

    Reply

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