I think the essentially interesting thing about magnetic poetry ((tm), no doubt), those sets of refrigerator-magnet strips with words or word-bits on each one, is the constraint. You can of course buy magnets which are just alphabetic, just lots of a's, lots of b's, lots of blanks, etc, etc, but then you can just write anything. With magnetic poetry, you're limited to the words in the set that you happened to buy.
I got the basic set for my birthday or Christmas or something, and have been playing around with it. My daughter likes it, too. I have an expansion set or two now, but I haven't actually started using them; maybe I'm afraid with less constraint it'll be less interesting. Anyway, here are some of ours (note that you can't necessarily make all of these at the same time with a single set!). The ones marked "[Maymay]" are my daughter's; maybe I shouldn't let her play Doom, eh?
who needs
rust to
shine
mother it is a but mother it is raw lazy delicate spring
raw lazy delicate and here we are eat ing an enormous
spring day and chocolate egg together
here we are eat ing
an enormous chocolate
egg together
then with wind and cool blue iron
I felt the bare lucious sweet ness
of you like a blow
rock me
after the storm the hot white
sun incubate d my diamond pole apparatus
I ask you to
picture how the
rain fall s over
sweat y pink skin
tiny like a lie tiny like two lie s
please friend show me
no easy power
but swim as a vision
in my flood light s shadow
I stare at winter s only red recall
and sleep in fast er peach eternity
language mean s
a pound puppy will
say what he want s
leave gorgeous scream er but
shake love from these essential blood ed finger s
why did
they always drive
their sausage car
up the languid
summer sky
I can whisper like a a sweet pink rose is with the
beauty ful woman [Maymay] cool wind with flooding blood
on it [Maymay]
say them girl s have drunk
all our smooth est
sing ing juice
soar above him away
from her and boil
mist y delirious honey
in my thousand frantic
garden s of wax
so could we stop
behind there and
smear some bitter milk
under his tongue
I love you
use the live part of
the knife to spray
purple fluff on her hair
go & stare
but did she fiddle
with a true beat
or only trudge
dream ing about
water and life
beneath the
black breast of music
he is as languid
as a rose
read & manipulate their TV
to produce gift s of meat
why would
she
want to
see
you
boy
it was as if
a thousand still ship s
were arm ing in my garden
in summer honey boil s and I may
ask for chain s of sausage
in winter sleep & watch some
ugly men dress elaborate ly
in repulsive peach suit s
let me out
cook him a s lick one
I recall lather ing they recall lather ing
her rust y head her rust y head
who will love you when the drool ing delerious man
is gone
but am I not always
lust ing frantic ly after
some mad moan ing moon goddess
an egg is in the
incubate r [Maymay]
love is not always smooth fluff up weak men
but never tell them
I said y our dream s
winter
smell s of water
and music white hot goddess
shake my chain
delicate ugly girl beat the moon
do you use wax in bed rob death
will you sing for me