It starts with one of these Jinhao 599 Lamy copies. The winner gets choice of colour and so-on down the line. These are a remarkably good workhorse pen and the colours just jump out at you!
For the second prize winner there is this nifty Pilot notepad - no, it will not exterminate (non-Dr Who fans, will not understand this Dalek)
For the First prize winner, there will be a limited edition Pressy and t-shirt. Pressy is a powerful little button for Android phones that just sticks in your headphone jack and performs little wonders.
and finally there will be a mix of official Fountain Pen Day paraphernalia
Now all you need to do is send a rhyme in to this blog, or my Instagram site (eclectidbits), that is about anything fountain pen related. Simple. I will choose the winner, so my pick will be subjective not random.
I look forward to seeing your efforts (and a big thankyou to the Fountain Pen Day guru for both inventing the day, and providing some of our loot!)
Do I add a poem here in the comments or send via email? If email, what's the address, please?
ReplyDeleteYou can comment here; or an email is fine too (I'll publish it here. Email is ecclectitbits@gmaIl.com
DeleteAwesome! Thank you.
DeleteOk, here goes!
ReplyDeleteVaried inks in rainbow colours,
Fountain pen bodies to match,
Stunning nibs from fine to broad,
That write without a scratch.
Reams of paper for writing and blotting,
A desk at which to sit,
My pen poised above the canvas,
I wait for my muse to hit.
I love to write with fountain pens,
I'd rather scribble than type,
I adore the connection twixt hand, pen and paper,
It just feels natural and right.
© Chris Edwards 2014
with a fountain pen
ReplyDeletewriting does become pure joy
ink on paper love
Roses are Red,
ReplyDeleteViolets are Blue,
I use Baystate Blue Ink in my nib,
How about you?
You can take my fountain pen away
DeleteAnd force me to write all day with a
Vulture talon dipped in blood,
Or a greenbrier thorn inked up with mud,
Some axle grease on a piece of barbed wire,
Or a red hot poker just drawn from the fire,
Creosote on the end of a railroad spike,
Or lipstick on the butt of a Lucky Strike.
I'd crank out verse like Poe, Byron or Donne
With communion wine from an old tattoo gun.
I'd rather hand copy the phone book
With any of them
Than sign my own name
with a cheap ballpoint pen!
Geoff Bennett Speer, stupidroom at verizon dot com
Life is full of Colors, full of light,
ReplyDeleteThen Fountain Pen msut be your choice,
Lots of Colors lots of style,
Take it which suites your style
Stunning Colors and cool style,
Red, Blue, Green, pink or Black,
Take it which choose your style,
Looks are enough to say,
Leakage tension is for Poor,
Remember FP are important in Life..
Here is an attempt at a haiku.
ReplyDeleteInk on my fingers
Pen filled with new potential
Thoughts begin to flow
I think I have a problem
ReplyDeleteThat is plain to see
Fountain pens keep coming
Through the mail to me
I tell myself "don't worry"
It will be all right
But still I keep on shopping
Especially at night
That's it I've had enough!
I swear I'll by no more!
I just found three new slips
All waiting on my door
But oh there are those colours
Materials that delight
And all with golden nibs
I cannot win this fight
I give up.
I want all the pens.
Buy not by
ReplyDeletearrow in sky flight
ReplyDeleteiroshizuku inky
blaze a fountain trail
Those Field Notes are such a danger to the eyes unpacked
ReplyDeleteThat is why they are sold covered and blacked
Seen in the searing light of day your eyesight may
For ever go away
Unless your sunglasses are there to save the day.
To pour out my heart I had tried,
ReplyDeleteBut on paper my missive had died,
A cheap ball point pen had failed me again,
And left my sweet sonnet untried.
I need my inks on the paper to flow,
from a pen like Cupid's own bow,
Give me words written bold from a nib made of gold,
In a moment my true love would show!
Pay Day
ReplyDeleteMakes way
for more
pens to adore
Please send me your address so that I can send you your prize!!
DeleteThe joy of words escaping the mind onto the page,
ReplyDeleteflowing like ink from mind to hand to pen.
Contrasted with the lifeless clicking of the digital age,
I choose to unplug and write analog once again.
One drop,
ReplyDeleteInk falls,
Nib dulled
Pen scarred,
Paper aged;
drawings and words
remain.
The light dims, as the pen moves
ReplyDeleteDescribing life and places
From humble thoughts to lonely faces.
Observing a life at a passing glance
Processing and distilling each experience to a word
Be it known or new, strange, familiar, or absurd.
An ageless grace of love
Romantic, heartfelt, and pure.
A pen stroke creates at a glance
A look of change so demur,
The Poet creates a world
With each stroke, the meaning grows deeper
And soaks each phrase and word
Like a pot of tea left to steep.
Did you get my poem I posted it at about 4:45pm.
ReplyDeleteMontblanc and Nakaya, how you tickle my soul
ReplyDeleteMy heart says yes, but wallet says no.
I tell myself I am ready to forsake all others
If I only had my druthers!
Be careful, they say
About your dreams coming true one day,
A nib like needle into vein,
One never knows if they shall wake from the pain.
t happened, the planets aligned and I am ready to pay!
But alas, I truly did have to forsake all others,
And had nothing left to say.
My friends scorn me for my long-time quirk:
ReplyDeletecollecting pens of all shapes and sizes while
worshipping the skill of those who tweak them:
Binder, Mottishaw, Mike-it-Work.
Every night I dream when I go to bed,
that I climb Mont Blanc or fish with Pelikans,
but sometimes I wake up screaming
I’ve dropped and broken my Yard-o-Led.
I have a sticker on my bumper that boasts:
When I die I hope my wife won’t sell
my pens for the price I told her
I paid for them, which wasn’t even close.
John
jgskoyles@gmail.com
My friends scorn me for my long-time quirk:
ReplyDeletecollecting pens of all shapes and sizes while
worshipping the skill of those who tweak them:
Binder, Mottishaw, Mike-it-Work.
Every night I dream when I go to bed,
that I climb Mont Blanc or fish with Pelikans,
but sometimes I wake up screaming
I’ve dropped and broken my Yard-o-Led.
I have a sticker on my bumper that boasts:
When I die I hope my wife won’t sell
my pens for the price I told her
I paid for them, which wasn’t even close.
(only heard about this yesterday! my apologies for super rushed poem...)
ReplyDeleteFountain pens have found a way
To take my wallet and make me pay
Each month they take more and more
I'm, sadly, getting very poor.
I'm not sure what is left to do
Except, of course, to buy ink too!
and here is Racshou' s second effort:
ReplyDeleteFountain pens have found a way
To take my wallet and make me pay
Each month they're taking more and more
It's begun to make me rather poor!
I don't know what is left to do...
Except, of course, to buy ink too
I Luv my Fountain Pens so much that their taking me, their baking me, ALL the way to the Bankrupsy Judge!
ReplyDeleteThe Inkiest Things (In the style of Julie Andrews)
ReplyDeleteInk drops on paper and vintage wet noodles
Vibrant and bright inks of which there are oodles,
Beautiful script covering everything
These are a few of the inkiest things!
Great eBay auctions where I am the winner,
Fountain Pen Day when I make a special dinner,
Writing with all of my pens as I sing,
These are a few of the inkiest things!
When the nib dries, when there's no ink,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember the inkiest things,
And then I don't feel... so baaaaaaaaad!!!!
please send me your address so that I can send you your prize!!
Deletewith a pen
ReplyDeleteI draw a hen,
if I had more
my hand would feel sore...
(just trying to be eligible...)
I love my pen what can I say
ReplyDeleteI got it from my wife of Fathers Day
It's broken and brittle
It's even been glued in the middle
I would love to win that's no lie
I also love this blog it's pretty fly
Don't worry about the timing - my approval time made it look late (and I'm OK if it's still FPD where you are!)
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DeleteThis one received from Aumbrine via instagram 1 week ago:
ReplyDeleteThe paper in my notebook
Waited with abated breath
As its lover wrote out
the words to MacBeth
The ink flowed out
Like a melody to a song
As my pen
Stringed the notes along
My pen and I
Do this dance, you see
This love affair
Is hard to believe
That someone like me
Who had no sound to this voice
Who now writes words
Like its even a choice
Give me a pen, a nib
And some ink if you please
My mind, body and heart
Will surrender with ease
This tongue will no longer fold
With stories untold
This voice, it will echo
Words laced with gold
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