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I have been neglecting you poor Blogger! I will be more attentive I promise!
So I will make it a point to post at least once a week here. Mostly poetry, but I am on a journey that I need to have accountability for so I will be posting about that as well.
To put it out there...
I'd like to do a nationwide philanthropic poetry tour to help artists learn to better handle money and stay out of or get out of bad debt. I'm in the process of getting contacts for venues and learning to better my own finances first. Because I am learning it for myself too, I'm aiming for no later than late 2013, early 2014 to get on the road.
This involves also finding out how to make a living while waiting for the art to be enough to support me by itself. I have poetry, painting, and eventually photography to work with so hopefully between the three, I will be able to support myself soon.
I have a LOT of introspection to do over the next year or so. I know that to change my life means that *I* have to change. SO... I have to contact the organizations that can help people and see how it works so I can spread the word to others.
These are the companies/organizations I have found so far that can help teach people how to handle money, provide insurances, legal assistance, etc:
americasaves.org
debtfreeamerica.com
www.primerica.com
www.prepaidlegal.com
www.aflac.com
(who sells individual traditional health coverage??)
Perhaps between all of them, they can sponsor me to get a 1 year greyhound pass to do this. I will be a vagabond financial teaching Johnny Appleseed! :-)
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
CROSS POST: facebook status poem - 2011-02-16 09:28
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the wind brings me memories of monsoon midnights
belying the cold comfort of my current moment
I allow my mind to move backwards in time
to that once touch in summers wet rainy heat
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the wind brings me memories of monsoon midnights
belying the cold comfort of my current moment
I allow my mind to move backwards in time
to that once touch in summers wet rainy heat
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CROSS POST: not a form a day... but a poem for my 365 in 365 :-) -- 2011-02-15 17:11
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BLESSING
the sky kissed my cheek and called me sweetheart
gave me permission to warm my indulgences in the sun
so I walked boldly into the daylight
called perfection my own
I know all that I wish for is already mine
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BLESSING
the sky kissed my cheek and called me sweetheart
gave me permission to warm my indulgences in the sun
so I walked boldly into the daylight
called perfection my own
I know all that I wish for is already mine
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cross post: HAPPY SINGLEHOOD AWARENESS DAY - 2011-02-14 10:12
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unlucky in love
I think
that I came in this world
a born loser
hardwired for failure
predispositioned for heartbreak
and yet I still chase
the elusive butterfly
of romantic affection
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unlucky in love
I think
that I came in this world
a born loser
hardwired for failure
predispositioned for heartbreak
and yet I still chase
the elusive butterfly
of romantic affection
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facebook status poem (haiku) - 2011-02-13 11:41
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Phoenix wintertime
devoid of snow, filled with sun
mild and beautiful
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Phoenix wintertime
devoid of snow, filled with sun
mild and beautiful
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CROSS POST: facebook status poem - 2011-02-12 14:25
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because sometimes words are hard to come by
when they are swallowed by the emptiness
choked by the silence of loneliness
but I still hope nonetheless
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because sometimes words are hard to come by
when they are swallowed by the emptiness
choked by the silence of loneliness
but I still hope nonetheless
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CROSS POST: poem: DEPTH OF INTENSITY - 2011-02-10 12:29
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I bent myself backwards over my eyes to see his beauty
forced vocabulary from lips to hear the words he spoke
I wonder... does he remember that single fast dance?
it was unimportant... so inconsequential
but it is these deep chocolate midnights that tempt me
please my senses to the point of curiosity
but know that it will not kill me
merely boil over in the intensity of frustration
a desire unrecognized and unrealized
we have never touched in secret or public embrace
and still in my mind I trace the silk of his mahogany
holding memories of baritone poetry
it's silly, this dreaming of slip knot encounters
the enjoyment of fantasy is fleeting
yet still I close my eyes
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I bent myself backwards over my eyes to see his beauty
forced vocabulary from lips to hear the words he spoke
I wonder... does he remember that single fast dance?
it was unimportant... so inconsequential
but it is these deep chocolate midnights that tempt me
please my senses to the point of curiosity
but know that it will not kill me
merely boil over in the intensity of frustration
a desire unrecognized and unrealized
we have never touched in secret or public embrace
and still in my mind I trace the silk of his mahogany
holding memories of baritone poetry
it's silly, this dreaming of slip knot encounters
the enjoyment of fantasy is fleeting
yet still I close my eyes
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Ghazal (day 41 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-10 09:50
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THE DISCOMFORT OF DISCONNECTION
there is a deepening despondency
with the company of love's cessation.
time is fraught with horror of dejection
and sorrow throughout parting's duration.
bitterness perhaps fought with alcohol
taken in the hopes of sweet sedation.
there is memory of fits of delight
replaced now with an aching sensation.
with the missing then comes the hollowness
of complete emotional starvation.
fighting these flights of fanciful dreaming
somehow leading only to stagnation.
but even in these darkened times of woe
there is cause for hope and pure elation.
the knowing that this to shall someday pass
leads to finding of a new salvation.
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ghazal
From: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
(I suggest reading the full article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal for much more details)
The ghazal is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.
MY SUMMARY ON FORM REQUIREMENTS:
* composed of five or more couplets
* a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain.
(usually illicit unattainable love?)
* In the first couplet, both lines end in the rhyme and refrain so that the ghazal's rhyme scheme is AA BA CA etc
* Each couplet must be a complete sentence (or several sentences) in itself.
* All the couplets, and each line of each couplet, must share the same meter.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
"A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain."
I can definitely get the pain of separation/loss part... the beauty of love in spite of, I haven't felt beautiful about separation since 2005-2006... Plus the requirement of the form? Yeah, this took a lot of researching to get the feel of what I was going to write.
I noticed in the ghazals written by English speakers, there was only the rhyme and not necessarily a refrain word or phrase. Plus in Wikipedia it did say not all ghazal forms (great, forms within a form) used the refrain, so that freed up my mind a little. I'll try to challenge myself to do a refrain later.
The rhyming is still the same for me. I use a single word for my main theme and then rhyming dictionary it into oblivion to figure out how to say what I want and still emote while at the same time fitting into the meter and rhyme of the form.So I decided on a theme of separation (without actually using the word in the poem) and a pentameter rhythm (NOT iambic, I hate that rhythm! :-P). I did a few more than the minimum 5 couplets. Challenge was to have each couplet be a complete sentence or sentences. I am still not so keen on rhyming and using meter because it feels so nursery rhyme like and is not the natural way I think these days... but... I did it and I hope it doesn't suck! :-P
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THE DISCOMFORT OF DISCONNECTION
there is a deepening despondency
with the company of love's cessation.
time is fraught with horror of dejection
and sorrow throughout parting's duration.
bitterness perhaps fought with alcohol
taken in the hopes of sweet sedation.
there is memory of fits of delight
replaced now with an aching sensation.
with the missing then comes the hollowness
of complete emotional starvation.
fighting these flights of fanciful dreaming
somehow leading only to stagnation.
but even in these darkened times of woe
there is cause for hope and pure elation.
the knowing that this to shall someday pass
leads to finding of a new salvation.
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ghazal
From: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
(I suggest reading the full article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal for much more details)
The ghazal is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.
MY SUMMARY ON FORM REQUIREMENTS:
* composed of five or more couplets
* a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain.
(usually illicit unattainable love?)
* In the first couplet, both lines end in the rhyme and refrain so that the ghazal's rhyme scheme is AA BA CA etc
* Each couplet must be a complete sentence (or several sentences) in itself.
* All the couplets, and each line of each couplet, must share the same meter.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
"A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain."
I can definitely get the pain of separation/loss part... the beauty of love in spite of, I haven't felt beautiful about separation since 2005-2006... Plus the requirement of the form? Yeah, this took a lot of researching to get the feel of what I was going to write.
I noticed in the ghazals written by English speakers, there was only the rhyme and not necessarily a refrain word or phrase. Plus in Wikipedia it did say not all ghazal forms (great, forms within a form) used the refrain, so that freed up my mind a little. I'll try to challenge myself to do a refrain later.
The rhyming is still the same for me. I use a single word for my main theme and then rhyming dictionary it into oblivion to figure out how to say what I want and still emote while at the same time fitting into the meter and rhyme of the form.So I decided on a theme of separation (without actually using the word in the poem) and a pentameter rhythm (NOT iambic, I hate that rhythm! :-P). I did a few more than the minimum 5 couplets. Challenge was to have each couplet be a complete sentence or sentences. I am still not so keen on rhyming and using meter because it feels so nursery rhyme like and is not the natural way I think these days... but... I did it and I hope it doesn't suck! :-P
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CROSS POST: new form every day... French Sonnet (day 40 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-09 19:33
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A LONG SLOW SWEEPING THING
sadness as a constant companion
drawn into the abyss
a heart's longing to dismiss
suspended over rifts and canyons
filled with woe and feeling abandoned
on better times to reminisce
the view of perfection is amiss
unrelenting and demanding
as if all happiness one must forsake
and no forgiveness for the mistake
the wrenching burden of the chasm
filling more and more with ache
crying simply for sorrow's sake
even if unreal, a phantasm
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
French Sonnet
By the time Wyatt and Surrey introduced Petrarch to England, sonnets were popular throughout Europe, including France where a group called "Pleiade" was dedicated to importing Italian poetry.
Despite the aggression between England and France, because of the closeness of the two countries is it logical to assume that there would be a secondary source of the sonnet form imported into England and that it be via France.
Realistically apart from the 14 lines, and an octave of two quatrains there is no obvious link of the English to the Italian Forms as the internal rhymes are different, and what is proposed here is that the French Sonnet is that link. Like the Italian and the English it has an octave comprising two quatrains, but unlike the Italian and like the English it has a sestet comprised of a couplet and a quatrain and it is possible that the English sonnet was derived from the French Sonnet form and not the Italian one. The difference being that the English grouped the Quatrains together and turned (Volta) with a couplet the last two lines, but the French turned with the sestet and used the quatrain to close.
The internal rhyme is still different, but that can be attributed to the differences of the "Romance" language which has its own natural rhythm and rhyme, compared to English and the more natural did dah line rhyme just as Iambic is considered to be "English Sing Song".
The form has exactly the same quatrain as the Petrarch - a. b. b. a ... a. b. b. a.
The sestet begins with a couplet - c. c., and like the Italian sestet, we have a choice of quatrains to play with.
- d. e. e. d.
or more French, - d. c. c. d.
or more English - d. e. d. e.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
Sonnets are NOT natural for me to write AT ALL. Any rhymed form is pretty hard most of the time and this was no exception. I wrote a few lines of what I was feeling and then took the main concepts from that to pick a few words to try to rhyme with and then looked up synomyms and rhymes off the base words to try to get it all to fit together and be somewhat pretty and in my style and voice even within the form. I'm not sure I succeeded but it is what it is. As I usually do, I got the rhyming words first and then came up with the lines 2nd. I don't know how other people do it but that seems to be my modus operandi.
One thing reading these assignment poems at open mics has shown me is when I speak them in my cadence, they feel real. It's the meters that require certain accent patterns (ie Iambic) that I have a bit of trouble with.
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A LONG SLOW SWEEPING THING
sadness as a constant companion
drawn into the abyss
a heart's longing to dismiss
suspended over rifts and canyons
filled with woe and feeling abandoned
on better times to reminisce
the view of perfection is amiss
unrelenting and demanding
as if all happiness one must forsake
and no forgiveness for the mistake
the wrenching burden of the chasm
filling more and more with ache
crying simply for sorrow's sake
even if unreal, a phantasm
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
French Sonnet
By the time Wyatt and Surrey introduced Petrarch to England, sonnets were popular throughout Europe, including France where a group called "Pleiade" was dedicated to importing Italian poetry.
Despite the aggression between England and France, because of the closeness of the two countries is it logical to assume that there would be a secondary source of the sonnet form imported into England and that it be via France.
Realistically apart from the 14 lines, and an octave of two quatrains there is no obvious link of the English to the Italian Forms as the internal rhymes are different, and what is proposed here is that the French Sonnet is that link. Like the Italian and the English it has an octave comprising two quatrains, but unlike the Italian and like the English it has a sestet comprised of a couplet and a quatrain and it is possible that the English sonnet was derived from the French Sonnet form and not the Italian one. The difference being that the English grouped the Quatrains together and turned (Volta) with a couplet the last two lines, but the French turned with the sestet and used the quatrain to close.
The internal rhyme is still different, but that can be attributed to the differences of the "Romance" language which has its own natural rhythm and rhyme, compared to English and the more natural did dah line rhyme just as Iambic is considered to be "English Sing Song".
The form has exactly the same quatrain as the Petrarch - a. b. b. a ... a. b. b. a.
The sestet begins with a couplet - c. c., and like the Italian sestet, we have a choice of quatrains to play with.
- d. e. e. d.
or more French, - d. c. c. d.
or more English - d. e. d. e.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
Sonnets are NOT natural for me to write AT ALL. Any rhymed form is pretty hard most of the time and this was no exception. I wrote a few lines of what I was feeling and then took the main concepts from that to pick a few words to try to rhyme with and then looked up synomyms and rhymes off the base words to try to get it all to fit together and be somewhat pretty and in my style and voice even within the form. I'm not sure I succeeded but it is what it is. As I usually do, I got the rhyming words first and then came up with the lines 2nd. I don't know how other people do it but that seems to be my modus operandi.
One thing reading these assignment poems at open mics has shown me is when I speak them in my cadence, they feel real. It's the meters that require certain accent patterns (ie Iambic) that I have a bit of trouble with.
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CROSS POST: poem: toxic intentions (day 39 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-08 14:59
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I was poison once
slippery and sideways then
a tragic moment of indiscretion
elongated and drawn out
taken for granted
begged for and then released
then picked back up again
deepened until discarded
double fault and sides wrong
it takes two to tango
and it does not make a right
so I write
giving myself permission
to mourn the loss of my power
yet still too powerful
to be brought down
still immuned to my own
and to that of others
they run from me
or smack face into walls
force fields of my being
knowing I was poison
and that as such
I am my own antidote
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I was poison once
slippery and sideways then
a tragic moment of indiscretion
elongated and drawn out
taken for granted
begged for and then released
then picked back up again
deepened until discarded
double fault and sides wrong
it takes two to tango
and it does not make a right
so I write
giving myself permission
to mourn the loss of my power
yet still too powerful
to be brought down
still immuned to my own
and to that of others
they run from me
or smack face into walls
force fields of my being
knowing I was poison
and that as such
I am my own antidote
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Eintou (day 39 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-08 09:04
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Poems about Blackness in a Black form. Happy Black History Month...
THE N WORD
We be
like wild beasts then
we cattle not human
once princes, kings, and queens be we
then robbed of our true pride
less than others
niggers
HISTORY REMEMBERED
one month
we take the time
to remember ourselves as great again
uplift the goodness and ingenuity of our spirit
know that we were more than
that we were good
let's remember
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From: http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/eintou.html
Eintou
The Eintou is an African American poetry form consisting seven lines with a total of 32 syllables or words. The term Eintou is West African for "pearl" as in pearls of wisdom, and often the Eintou imparts these pearls in heightened language.
The Eintou developed as a means for African American poetic forms to take their place in the forefront of American poetry. Many African American poetic scholars and critics often attempted to mimic Euro-American forms as a means of demonstrating poetic expertise, or stood by "free-verse" as an African American form. It was rare to see serious examination of African American poetic forms; in fact most critics regarded African American poetry as "formless" or "mimicking."
The 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 structure of the Eintou is crucial in terms of African and African American philosophy. Life is a cycle. Everything returns to that from which it originates. The concept of a pearl, which is a sphere, and the cyclic nature of the Eintou's structure capture this. The life of the Eintou begins with two syllables or words, expands as though growing and then returns to two syllables or words. In this fashion the Eintou never escapes its beginnings or history. It flows from, through, and ultimately returns to that from which it came.
Structure:
Line 1 - 2 words/syllables
Line 2 - 4 words/syllables
Line 3 - 6 words/syllables
Line 4 - 8 words/syllables
Line 5 - 6 words/syllables
Line 6 - 4 words/syllables
Line 7 - 2 words/syllables
NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
The first poem is done in syllables and the second is done with words. Personally I prefer to do words because visually it looks better on page.
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Poems about Blackness in a Black form. Happy Black History Month...
THE N WORD
We be
like wild beasts then
we cattle not human
once princes, kings, and queens be we
then robbed of our true pride
less than others
niggers
HISTORY REMEMBERED
one month
we take the time
to remember ourselves as great again
uplift the goodness and ingenuity of our spirit
know that we were more than
that we were good
let's remember
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From: http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/eintou.html
Eintou
The Eintou is an African American poetry form consisting seven lines with a total of 32 syllables or words. The term Eintou is West African for "pearl" as in pearls of wisdom, and often the Eintou imparts these pearls in heightened language.
The Eintou developed as a means for African American poetic forms to take their place in the forefront of American poetry. Many African American poetic scholars and critics often attempted to mimic Euro-American forms as a means of demonstrating poetic expertise, or stood by "free-verse" as an African American form. It was rare to see serious examination of African American poetic forms; in fact most critics regarded African American poetry as "formless" or "mimicking."
The 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 structure of the Eintou is crucial in terms of African and African American philosophy. Life is a cycle. Everything returns to that from which it originates. The concept of a pearl, which is a sphere, and the cyclic nature of the Eintou's structure capture this. The life of the Eintou begins with two syllables or words, expands as though growing and then returns to two syllables or words. In this fashion the Eintou never escapes its beginnings or history. It flows from, through, and ultimately returns to that from which it came.
Structure:
Line 1 - 2 words/syllables
Line 2 - 4 words/syllables
Line 3 - 6 words/syllables
Line 4 - 8 words/syllables
Line 5 - 6 words/syllables
Line 6 - 4 words/syllables
Line 7 - 2 words/syllables
NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
The first poem is done in syllables and the second is done with words. Personally I prefer to do words because visually it looks better on page.
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Sonnet (day 38 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-07 16:25:00
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AS UNHAPPINESS TRAVELS
sadly the winds waft timeless over plains
contemplating regrets over choices
the days and nights of quickly made mistakes
and harshly judging turns the journey takes
talking in hushed tones in their quiet voices
describing in whispers the utter pain
in secret hush they gust in utter woe
carrying cries of lament as they blow
tarrying on memories far too sad
as though forever isn't long enough
to rage away the misery and grief
and yet they still gust to find a relief
they move as though purging with every puff
blustering this way to remove the bad
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Sonnet
This is probably a variation of the Italian or Sicilian sonnet by the French, The original sonnets used an octave composed of two quatrains rhyming abba abba or abba cddc. It was probably the French fondness for linking stanzas, that conceived the idea of creating two sestets and linking them with a rhyming couplet. This gives a rhyme sequence of
a. b. c. c. b. a. .... d. d. .... e. f. g. g. f. e. and each line is octosyllabic (8 syllables) or decasyllabic (10).
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
I wrote the rhymed lines on the outer of the stanzas first and then the 2nd rhyme second and filled in the middle couplet inside the stanzas last. Also... on some of the rhymes I came up with the rhyming words BEFORE making the lines. I just find it interesting how my mind works when I am trying to fit into a rhyme scheme.
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AS UNHAPPINESS TRAVELS
sadly the winds waft timeless over plains
contemplating regrets over choices
the days and nights of quickly made mistakes
and harshly judging turns the journey takes
talking in hushed tones in their quiet voices
describing in whispers the utter pain
in secret hush they gust in utter woe
carrying cries of lament as they blow
tarrying on memories far too sad
as though forever isn't long enough
to rage away the misery and grief
and yet they still gust to find a relief
they move as though purging with every puff
blustering this way to remove the bad
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Sonnet
This is probably a variation of the Italian or Sicilian sonnet by the French, The original sonnets used an octave composed of two quatrains rhyming abba abba or abba cddc. It was probably the French fondness for linking stanzas, that conceived the idea of creating two sestets and linking them with a rhyming couplet. This gives a rhyme sequence of
a. b. c. c. b. a. .... d. d. .... e. f. g. g. f. e. and each line is octosyllabic (8 syllables) or decasyllabic (10).
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
I wrote the rhymed lines on the outer of the stanzas first and then the 2nd rhyme second and filled in the middle couplet inside the stanzas last. Also... on some of the rhymes I came up with the rhyming words BEFORE making the lines. I just find it interesting how my mind works when I am trying to fit into a rhyme scheme.
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CROSS POST: facebook status poem (2011-02-06 17:26:00)
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I catch myself winding myself into tight little balls of twine
distracting edges with eight acres of mindless nothing
holding on the the center while ignoring the outsides
so I only walk in the circles that please my eyes
that feed my inner child's delicate hungers
...I know I should be better and do more
so I so as much as I can do
give myself permission
to laugh
and live
NOW
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I catch myself winding myself into tight little balls of twine
distracting edges with eight acres of mindless nothing
holding on the the center while ignoring the outsides
so I only walk in the circles that please my eyes
that feed my inner child's delicate hungers
...I know I should be better and do more
so I so as much as I can do
give myself permission
to laugh
and live
NOW
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Quintet (day 37 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-06 09:49:00
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MORNING REVELATIONS
as the sun shines I am found inside myself
quietly and contently contemplating my days
the quickly moving and increasingly complex life maze
yet things are so good my smile stays
found inside myself is truth with a little help
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Quintet
The Envelope Quintet is a natural progression of a four line poem to 5 lines. There are several ways this can be achieved and the Sicilian Quintain is an excellent one.
There are two other ways one of them is simply by turning the middle couplet into a triplet, giving a rhyming scheme of; a,.b,.b, b, a.
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MORNING REVELATIONS
as the sun shines I am found inside myself
quietly and contently contemplating my days
the quickly moving and increasingly complex life maze
yet things are so good my smile stays
found inside myself is truth with a little help
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Quintet
The Envelope Quintet is a natural progression of a four line poem to 5 lines. There are several ways this can be achieved and the Sicilian Quintain is an excellent one.
There are two other ways one of them is simply by turning the middle couplet into a triplet, giving a rhyming scheme of; a,.b,.b, b, a.
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Stanza (day 35 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-04 09:50:00
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THE DREAM UNREQUITED
at night she sleeps in fitful dreams of him
holding tight the thought of true love returned
against reality affection spurned
so in fantasy she chooses to swim
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Stanza
This is a very interesting form and was probably created by Francesco Petrarcha when he moved from the Sicilian court. As well as being the building blocks of the Italian octave, the Spanish and French octave use it also. However, it is a poetry form in its own right, and probably the latter pair have set the precedence for the meter which if we look at the French or Spanish roots consists of eight syllables, or English purists insisting on Iambic Tetrameter. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
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THE DREAM UNREQUITED
at night she sleeps in fitful dreams of him
holding tight the thought of true love returned
against reality affection spurned
so in fantasy she chooses to swim
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Envelope Stanza
This is a very interesting form and was probably created by Francesco Petrarcha when he moved from the Sicilian court. As well as being the building blocks of the Italian octave, the Spanish and French octave use it also. However, it is a poetry form in its own right, and probably the latter pair have set the precedence for the meter which if we look at the French or Spanish roots consists of eight syllables, or English purists insisting on Iambic Tetrameter. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
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still writing! poems for my followers on tumblr...
2011-02-03 16:18:00
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DEFIANT BEINGS, TRUE HEROES
(an acrostic for wonderdave)
Winds whip through the tides of time
Only to be heard by the truest spirits
Needful minds keep this and run
Daring to be different in the face of conformity
Even in the face of opression and opposition
Risk is just another four letter word
Doubt is not an option when considering self
All we know is our own skin so we wear it well
Veiled in our own might and delight
Endings are far away dreams not yet slept to
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THE OUTSTANDING NATURE OF FLAWLESSNESS
(an acrostic for wordmule)
Wonderful light surrounds the essense of love
Only the purest hearts can find the space here
Reeling in the sublime rapture of this bliss
Divinity seems to be the only natural response
Mythos of pantheism as all become gods
Ultimately finding power in self
Love being the binding agent for all good
Everything develops into perfection
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OF DIVINITY AND BEAUTY
(an acrostic for thepoetdevonka)
This is where beauty lives
Here in the mind of the creator
Eye of the beholder
Perception is the illusion
Only spirit flesh can tell the truth
Every angle is a different story
Time is fleeting and yet eternal
Divine sight is needed
Ecclesiastical in nature
Vocation of holy teaching
One can find this vision
Near the center of heaven
Known now here on earth
A blessing for us forever
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WEST COAST DREAMS
(acrostic for niamalikadixon)
Night falls in the place the sun sets
Indigo paints the sky as lights shine
Angels may be in this place after all
Mountains watch over the valley of stars
Aligning with the shores that share duty
Lovers and liars and loser and dreamers
In a place of fantasy and hope
Killing some softly with its songs
Amid the crush of humankind
Diversity collides and makes noise
In the ears of the deaf dumb and blind
X-ray vision peddlers sell pipe dreams
On corners with names we know
Never never never and always become mantra
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ENJOY THE PURITY OF THIS MOMENT
(acrostic for ghostsofgarrett)
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
Hold the laughter in your belly
One, two, three, four, five
Stop! Go! and then again
Time it out to perfection
Simply live it in ultimate joy
Only you can make this purpose
For yourself and you alone
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
A sign of mirth and infinite youth
Regard yourself with innocence in spite of
Regard yourself with respect because of
Everything is so relative darling
Tell your mind to be still and let go
Tell your heart to be calm and enjoy
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DEFIANT BEINGS, TRUE HEROES
(an acrostic for wonderdave)
Winds whip through the tides of time
Only to be heard by the truest spirits
Needful minds keep this and run
Daring to be different in the face of conformity
Even in the face of opression and opposition
Risk is just another four letter word
Doubt is not an option when considering self
All we know is our own skin so we wear it well
Veiled in our own might and delight
Endings are far away dreams not yet slept to
*****
THE OUTSTANDING NATURE OF FLAWLESSNESS
(an acrostic for wordmule)
Wonderful light surrounds the essense of love
Only the purest hearts can find the space here
Reeling in the sublime rapture of this bliss
Divinity seems to be the only natural response
Mythos of pantheism as all become gods
Ultimately finding power in self
Love being the binding agent for all good
Everything develops into perfection
*****
OF DIVINITY AND BEAUTY
(an acrostic for thepoetdevonka)
This is where beauty lives
Here in the mind of the creator
Eye of the beholder
Perception is the illusion
Only spirit flesh can tell the truth
Every angle is a different story
Time is fleeting and yet eternal
Divine sight is needed
Ecclesiastical in nature
Vocation of holy teaching
One can find this vision
Near the center of heaven
Known now here on earth
A blessing for us forever
*****
WEST COAST DREAMS
(acrostic for niamalikadixon)
Night falls in the place the sun sets
Indigo paints the sky as lights shine
Angels may be in this place after all
Mountains watch over the valley of stars
Aligning with the shores that share duty
Lovers and liars and loser and dreamers
In a place of fantasy and hope
Killing some softly with its songs
Amid the crush of humankind
Diversity collides and makes noise
In the ears of the deaf dumb and blind
X-ray vision peddlers sell pipe dreams
On corners with names we know
Never never never and always become mantra
*****
ENJOY THE PURITY OF THIS MOMENT
(acrostic for ghostsofgarrett)
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
Hold the laughter in your belly
One, two, three, four, five
Stop! Go! and then again
Time it out to perfection
Simply live it in ultimate joy
Only you can make this purpose
For yourself and you alone
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
A sign of mirth and infinite youth
Regard yourself with innocence in spite of
Regard yourself with respect because of
Everything is so relative darling
Tell your mind to be still and let go
Tell your heart to be calm and enjoy
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new form every day... Envelope Couplet (day 34 of 365 in 365)
2011-02-03 11:20:00
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UNLIKELY ALLIES
in the face of opression a common enemy binds
moving stark differences to the back of minds
former debaters now hand in hand
bitter arguments dropped together as one to stand
against this root of unity the tyrant finds
useless is the ax that grinds
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Couplet
The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme. The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
A1. a. b. b. a. A2.... A1. a. c. c. a. A2.... A1. a. d. d. a. A2....
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS
For now I just did a single stanza... I may expound on this idea.
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UNLIKELY ALLIES
in the face of opression a common enemy binds
moving stark differences to the back of minds
former debaters now hand in hand
bitter arguments dropped together as one to stand
against this root of unity the tyrant finds
useless is the ax that grinds
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Couplet
The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme. The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
A1. a. b. b. a. A2.... A1. a. c. c. a. A2.... A1. a. d. d. a. A2....
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS
For now I just did a single stanza... I may expound on this idea.
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poem in facebook status
2011-02-03 00:07:00
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I will stop longing for you
when the well of poetry runs dry
when my muse ceases to call your name
when midnight stops wishing for your company
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I will stop longing for you
when the well of poetry runs dry
when my muse ceases to call your name
when midnight stops wishing for your company
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new form every day... English Sestet (day 33 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-02 23:41:00
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TIME SPENT IN LOVER'S GRACE
for days we sat entranced with each other
such a lovely sweet poison that was us
accented bouts of bliss between lovers
rev'ling in skin, sweat, and pure nakedness
nothing too carnal for us to mention
nothing forbidden in our descretion
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Sestet
This sestet evolved from the popular Sicilian one and of course was made even more popular by Shakespeare who uses this sestet rhyme scheme in his sonnets. Iambic pentameter in the prefered meter for this form. Although it is mainly used as the turn or "Volta" in a sonnet, it can be used as a stand-alone vignette, or to consruct a ballad or a tale. The pattern is thus...
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x X x c
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
this is pentameter yes, iambic not so much. And more near rhymes rather than perfect rhymes. Not self criticism but more observations in how I pulled this out of my butt at 11:36pm to get my form in for the day. :-P
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TIME SPENT IN LOVER'S GRACE
for days we sat entranced with each other
such a lovely sweet poison that was us
accented bouts of bliss between lovers
rev'ling in skin, sweat, and pure nakedness
nothing too carnal for us to mention
nothing forbidden in our descretion
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Sestet
This sestet evolved from the popular Sicilian one and of course was made even more popular by Shakespeare who uses this sestet rhyme scheme in his sonnets. Iambic pentameter in the prefered meter for this form. Although it is mainly used as the turn or "Volta" in a sonnet, it can be used as a stand-alone vignette, or to consruct a ballad or a tale. The pattern is thus...
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x X x c
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
this is pentameter yes, iambic not so much. And more near rhymes rather than perfect rhymes. Not self criticism but more observations in how I pulled this out of my butt at 11:36pm to get my form in for the day. :-P
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POEM: INSTANTANEOUS
2011-02-02 18:46:00
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it is in the eye
were I find that immediate attraction
divined from my skin to my mind
from my root to my crown and back
BANG!
just a simple song in time
a new dance to step
many fleeting moments
yet only now has stillness settled
suddenly
wearing a groove in the floor of my soul
I am wondering
thinking
but will not be knowing soon
if attraction can be fulfilled
so I wallow in this vision
seeking nothing
yet still
in the back of my mind
hoping
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it is in the eye
were I find that immediate attraction
divined from my skin to my mind
from my root to my crown and back
BANG!
just a simple song in time
a new dance to step
many fleeting moments
yet only now has stillness settled
suddenly
wearing a groove in the floor of my soul
I am wondering
thinking
but will not be knowing soon
if attraction can be fulfilled
so I wallow in this vision
seeking nothing
yet still
in the back of my mind
hoping
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new form every day... English Quintain (day 32 of 365 in 365)
2011-02-01 08:12:00
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MUSCLE MEMORY
this feeling it does not fade with time
remembering a touch, a caresss
the pleasure and ecstacy sublime
moments in various states of undress
and pure carnal bliss
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Quintain
This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The Quintain is an excellent base to work from for any longer poem (for example ballads). Two stanza, and we have a Sonnetina Cinque and several poets have added two couplets to two quintains in various ways and made a sonnet, although three Quintains could still qualify as a sonnet (with a tail).
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MUSCLE MEMORY
this feeling it does not fade with time
remembering a touch, a caresss
the pleasure and ecstacy sublime
moments in various states of undress
and pure carnal bliss
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Quintain
This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The Quintain is an excellent base to work from for any longer poem (for example ballads). Two stanza, and we have a Sonnetina Cinque and several poets have added two couplets to two quintains in various ways and made a sonnet, although three Quintains could still qualify as a sonnet (with a tail).
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new form every day... Echo Sonnet (day 31 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-31 11:20:00
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GRAY MORNING
when the night from sleep has been finally torn
to be greeted by soft light is a trick
that makes the slumber in the eyes to stick
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
a new day stifles trying to be born
but half shine makes for desire to sleep
the bed's warmth and covers shelter to keep
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
the nights shroud it is still partially worn
the sun not allowed to herald the day
cumulus and nimbus get in the way
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
although shreds of night still try to be shorn
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Echo Sonnet
This is a relatively new form devised by the well respected English Poet, Jeff Green. It takes its shape from three envelope quatrains and a couplet, the last line of each stanza is a refrain that links the quatrains and gives us a rhyme scheme of;
A, b, b, A1,…a, c, c, A1,…a, d, d, A1,…A, A1
The Echo Sonnet is based on French repeating forms, but unlike those forms which are normally syllabic, the preferred rhyme scheme is Iambic pentameter, or similar, and being a sonnet it should be presented as a 14 line poem.
(I write poems every day but don't always post them. I am a few days off on my form a day but I'M BACK again! :-P)
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GRAY MORNING
when the night from sleep has been finally torn
to be greeted by soft light is a trick
that makes the slumber in the eyes to stick
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
a new day stifles trying to be born
but half shine makes for desire to sleep
the bed's warmth and covers shelter to keep
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
the nights shroud it is still partially worn
the sun not allowed to herald the day
cumulus and nimbus get in the way
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
although shreds of night still try to be shorn
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Echo Sonnet
This is a relatively new form devised by the well respected English Poet, Jeff Green. It takes its shape from three envelope quatrains and a couplet, the last line of each stanza is a refrain that links the quatrains and gives us a rhyme scheme of;
A, b, b, A1,…a, c, c, A1,…a, d, d, A1,…A, A1
The Echo Sonnet is based on French repeating forms, but unlike those forms which are normally syllabic, the preferred rhyme scheme is Iambic pentameter, or similar, and being a sonnet it should be presented as a 14 line poem.
(I write poems every day but don't always post them. I am a few days off on my form a day but I'M BACK again! :-P)
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POEM: SILENT WISH
2011-01-29 02:44:00
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remember me?
that silent wish
hidden in the corner of your ribcage?
out of sight and barely whispered
but I hear you call out
in your sleep that rarely comes
it rings across distances
and pulls the hearts of beautiful minds
they hear you in their dreams
longing aches from all sides
the softness of hair and cheek
the touch of hand to skin
know that your wish
dreams of you and for you
I am still here
still waiting for you to speak me
out loud
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remember me?
that silent wish
hidden in the corner of your ribcage?
out of sight and barely whispered
but I hear you call out
in your sleep that rarely comes
it rings across distances
and pulls the hearts of beautiful minds
they hear you in their dreams
longing aches from all sides
the softness of hair and cheek
the touch of hand to skin
know that your wish
dreams of you and for you
I am still here
still waiting for you to speak me
out loud
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random poem... TO THE WELCOMED STRANGER
2011-01-28 23:31:00
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here is the eye of the storm
the calm in the middle of chaos
I have become that insanity of instance
in an instant I have read your fortune
held your hand however briefly
even if just to read your palm
examined life lines and love lines
and yes I compared them to mine
felt the clouds burst
over your heartbreak
and felt sympathy pains
as I stood in your imagined rains
holding fast in rising tides
and now this is a distant thing
a possible remedy for a memory
but not a healing touch to give
too far for hugs or shoulder to lean
so I just see this reflection of you
watch the calm before the tempest
wanting the happy ending
waiting to see who the princess is
and mostly
wanting to see you smile
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here is the eye of the storm
the calm in the middle of chaos
I have become that insanity of instance
in an instant I have read your fortune
held your hand however briefly
even if just to read your palm
examined life lines and love lines
and yes I compared them to mine
felt the clouds burst
over your heartbreak
and felt sympathy pains
as I stood in your imagined rains
holding fast in rising tides
and now this is a distant thing
a possible remedy for a memory
but not a healing touch to give
too far for hugs or shoulder to lean
so I just see this reflection of you
watch the calm before the tempest
wanting the happy ending
waiting to see who the princess is
and mostly
wanting to see you smile
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new form every day... Dizain (day 28 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-28 22:43:00
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INVISIBLE
this friendship slowly slips away
or perhaps that is perception
maybe we just need a new day
to make another connection
and move in a new direction
I hold to hope like a life ring
wanting back the beautiful thing
the joy and comfort that was there
not this subtle disappearing
this gradual fading to air
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Dizain
Although the Decastich or Sonnetina is a popular form, this one seems to have become neglected in favour of the others.
This was originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllable lines, but later ten syllable lines were also used. A few examples of this form in England did prefer Iambic Pentameter, but that's purely up to the poet.
The rhyme scheme is: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.
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INVISIBLE
this friendship slowly slips away
or perhaps that is perception
maybe we just need a new day
to make another connection
and move in a new direction
I hold to hope like a life ring
wanting back the beautiful thing
the joy and comfort that was there
not this subtle disappearing
this gradual fading to air
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Dizain
Although the Decastich or Sonnetina is a popular form, this one seems to have become neglected in favour of the others.
This was originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllable lines, but later ten syllable lines were also used. A few examples of this form in England did prefer Iambic Pentameter, but that's purely up to the poet.
The rhyme scheme is: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.
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Cross-posting old stuff here...
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I am posting all my 2011 poems here. Slowly but surely. I'm only up to January 27... this is taking much longer than I expected, but I will catch up to myself at some point. I hope you enjoy the journey I have taken thus far this year.
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I am posting all my 2011 poems here. Slowly but surely. I'm only up to January 27... this is taking much longer than I expected, but I will catch up to myself at some point. I hope you enjoy the journey I have taken thus far this year.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
new form every day... Decuain (day 27 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-27 09:05
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A PRIOR LOVER (2)
I long for very particular tryst
and all of the delight in which we lay
that special turn with a delightful twist
the hands' touch, the lips' kiss, and the hips' sway
in middle of night or brightness of day
a special attention to make me sigh
secrets whispered never openly say
extreme tittlation to make me high
all places on body carfully kissed
this is the passion that I have so missed
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Decuain
The Decuain (pronounced deck won), is 10 line (Decastich) form created by Shelley A. Cephas, and can be used for any subject.
The convention is iambic pentameter, and there are 3 choices of rhyme schemes
a b a bb c b c a a
a b a bb c b c b b
a b a bb c b c c c
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PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS....
The rhyme scheme of this is the first one in the list. I sincerely doubt that the pentameter on this poem is iambic, but it's what I have for now. :-P
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A PRIOR LOVER (2)
I long for very particular tryst
and all of the delight in which we lay
that special turn with a delightful twist
the hands' touch, the lips' kiss, and the hips' sway
in middle of night or brightness of day
a special attention to make me sigh
secrets whispered never openly say
extreme tittlation to make me high
all places on body carfully kissed
this is the passion that I have so missed
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Decuain
The Decuain (pronounced deck won), is 10 line (Decastich) form created by Shelley A. Cephas, and can be used for any subject.
The convention is iambic pentameter, and there are 3 choices of rhyme schemes
a b a bb c b c a a
a b a bb c b c b b
a b a bb c b c c c
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PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS....
The rhyme scheme of this is the first one in the list. I sincerely doubt that the pentameter on this poem is iambic, but it's what I have for now. :-P
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Monday, April 11, 2011
new form every day... Decastich (day 26 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-26 13:48
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A PRIOR LOVER
he lives in the shadow just to the left of my right eye
a particularly persistent ghost of days past
that fleeting moment barely worth the carnage
barely, but... definitely not regrettable
there were too many pieces of joy in that heartbreak
so often that I smiled and called him friend
every second our hands touched was bliss
he became my favorite drug of choice
the one that I ran to in spite of myself
withdrawal has certainly been hell
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Decastich
According to Lewis Turco's "Book of Forms", the Decastich is any whole poem of 10 lines. There is no reference to meter or rhyme pattern and I would have thought because of its flexibility it would have encouraged experimentation of ideas. During further research into this form it was found that there was a plethora of variations to 10 line form. If Turco is to be taken literally this then means that the Decastich is 10 lines of free verse (Verse libre).
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A PRIOR LOVER
he lives in the shadow just to the left of my right eye
a particularly persistent ghost of days past
that fleeting moment barely worth the carnage
barely, but... definitely not regrettable
there were too many pieces of joy in that heartbreak
so often that I smiled and called him friend
every second our hands touched was bliss
he became my favorite drug of choice
the one that I ran to in spite of myself
withdrawal has certainly been hell
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Decastich
According to Lewis Turco's "Book of Forms", the Decastich is any whole poem of 10 lines. There is no reference to meter or rhyme pattern and I would have thought because of its flexibility it would have encouraged experimentation of ideas. During further research into this form it was found that there was a plethora of variations to 10 line form. If Turco is to be taken literally this then means that the Decastich is 10 lines of free verse (Verse libre).
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new form every day... Cyhydedd Sonnet (day 25 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-25 13:53
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OF POSITIVITY AND LIGHT
we've healed hope in the face of trial
given self permission to smile
molded our times into delight
justification of the right
held ourselves to higher call
forgiven ourselves for the fall
gone forward in the positive
knowing our pain we will outlive
upward in the optimism
elevating to the wisdom
of a truth in its purest form
a perfect light to keep us warm
in times that seem to be so dark
we will ignite them with our spark
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cyhydedd Sonnet
Who actually created this form is unclear as the cyhydedd fer couplet lends itself easily to the sonnet format. As the cyhydedd fer itself is an ancient form it is quite likely a series of 7 couplets was being used long before the advent of the sonnet.
However, the cyhydedd fer creates a different sonnet rhythm in the fact there is no meter requirement other than the rhyme every 8 syllables. The couplets allow the poet some flexibility in where to divide the poem with the pivot or volta which can be anywhere between lines 5 and 8 with the final couplet being a resolution.
The rhyme scheme is: a.a. b.b. c.c. d.d. e.e. f.f. g.g.
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Have I mentioned how I don't really like metered rhyme? Well, I don't. I rhyme sometimes but it has an ebb and flow to it that is not stuck in one set of beats. This metered rhyme thing will be the bane of my year with this form challenge I am doing. Trying to make it work though! :-P
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OF POSITIVITY AND LIGHT
we've healed hope in the face of trial
given self permission to smile
molded our times into delight
justification of the right
held ourselves to higher call
forgiven ourselves for the fall
gone forward in the positive
knowing our pain we will outlive
upward in the optimism
elevating to the wisdom
of a truth in its purest form
a perfect light to keep us warm
in times that seem to be so dark
we will ignite them with our spark
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cyhydedd Sonnet
Who actually created this form is unclear as the cyhydedd fer couplet lends itself easily to the sonnet format. As the cyhydedd fer itself is an ancient form it is quite likely a series of 7 couplets was being used long before the advent of the sonnet.
However, the cyhydedd fer creates a different sonnet rhythm in the fact there is no meter requirement other than the rhyme every 8 syllables. The couplets allow the poet some flexibility in where to divide the poem with the pivot or volta which can be anywhere between lines 5 and 8 with the final couplet being a resolution.
The rhyme scheme is: a.a. b.b. c.c. d.d. e.e. f.f. g.g.
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Have I mentioned how I don't really like metered rhyme? Well, I don't. I rhyme sometimes but it has an ebb and flow to it that is not stuck in one set of beats. This metered rhyme thing will be the bane of my year with this form challenge I am doing. Trying to make it work though! :-P
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facebook status poem
2011-01-25 08:57
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I have hidden more poems in my heart
than you will ever read or hear
my desire for love stays strong
even with no one to receive it
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I have hidden more poems in my heart
than you will ever read or hear
my desire for love stays strong
even with no one to receive it
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new form every day... Curtal Sonnet (day 24 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-24 15:58
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OF BITTERNESS AND MELANCHOLY
times today seem very wistful
only bitter choice is to cry
no use in fighting severe ache
grabbing sadness every fistful
then to arid desert like dry
moments to wallow in mistakes
all the reasons and all the due
hollow in pit of lungs a sigh
cold air from depth of the soul makes
streaks of light through the clouds are few
huddling cold until the dawn breaks
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Curtal Sonnet
Some would argue as to whether it is a true sonnet, but I consider it to be just as valid as any other sonnet form. The Curtal is a curtailed or contracted sonnet, referring specifically to a sonnet comprising of a sestet with a rhyme scheme of
a. b. c. a. b. c. and a quintet rhyming, d. c. b. d. c.. or.. d. b. c. d. c. with the last line preferably a spondee (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spondee), but at least a tail shorter then the previous lines.
The form was devised by Gerard Manley who devised a metrical system known as Sprung rhythm; that has 1-to-4-syllable feet, each starting with a stressed syllable (sometimes a foot by itself), where the spondee replaces the iamb as the dominant measure, and rests and multiple non-stressed syllables discounted in scansion (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Systems_of_scansion).
more info on Wikipedia...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtal_sonnet
I didn't do the special end line so I guess this may not be a TRUE Curtal Sonnet... oh well.
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OF BITTERNESS AND MELANCHOLY
times today seem very wistful
only bitter choice is to cry
no use in fighting severe ache
grabbing sadness every fistful
then to arid desert like dry
moments to wallow in mistakes
all the reasons and all the due
hollow in pit of lungs a sigh
cold air from depth of the soul makes
streaks of light through the clouds are few
huddling cold until the dawn breaks
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Curtal Sonnet
Some would argue as to whether it is a true sonnet, but I consider it to be just as valid as any other sonnet form. The Curtal is a curtailed or contracted sonnet, referring specifically to a sonnet comprising of a sestet with a rhyme scheme of
a. b. c. a. b. c. and a quintet rhyming, d. c. b. d. c.. or.. d. b. c. d. c. with the last line preferably a spondee (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spondee), but at least a tail shorter then the previous lines.
The form was devised by Gerard Manley who devised a metrical system known as Sprung rhythm; that has 1-to-4-syllable feet, each starting with a stressed syllable (sometimes a foot by itself), where the spondee replaces the iamb as the dominant measure, and rests and multiple non-stressed syllables discounted in scansion (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Systems_of_scansion).
more info on Wikipedia...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtal_sonnet
I didn't do the special end line so I guess this may not be a TRUE Curtal Sonnet... oh well.
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poem: HOPEFUL
2011-01-23 17:15
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HOPEFUL
there is a space in the corner of my eye
that still watches for the hint of delight
the speck of approval and like
the place where the longing lives
there and at the edge of the lips
speaking a smile in hello
the outer sides of the heart
tingle in strong optimism
palpitations of enthusiasm
lungs and muscles on ribs
expand and contract
in ever so hopeful breaths
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HOPEFUL
there is a space in the corner of my eye
that still watches for the hint of delight
the speck of approval and like
the place where the longing lives
there and at the edge of the lips
speaking a smile in hello
the outer sides of the heart
tingle in strong optimism
palpitations of enthusiasm
lungs and muscles on ribs
expand and contract
in ever so hopeful breaths
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new form every day... Cornish Sonnet (day 23 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-23 09:19
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FRIENDSHIP'S PATH
we’ve been this route before
we’ll be this way again
traveling through these doors
knowing what we find there
not lovers but as friends
the beauty of life to share
hand in hand, side by side
through all the ups and downs
the ebb and flow of tides
holding on as we’re spun
this precious thing we’ve found
always better with someone
the beauty of life to share
always better with someone
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cornish Sonnet
At the same time as travelers were influencing the courts and introducing the sonnet form to England, France and Spain, traders in the southern ports of England were also bringing in their own forms of poetry. These forms consisted of hybrid poetry influenced by those Arab traders who plied their trade with the ports along the Mediterranean and the tin mines of Cornwall. It is only natural that they would come into contact with the sonnet form and in time come up with a fusion of that form This sonnet form is similar to the hybrid poetry that emerged from that part of the world.
The form consists of two, three couplets stanzas and a refrain made up of the first line of each stanza.
A. b. a. c. b. c.... D. e. d. f. e. f.... A. D.
As an alternative, the last line can be used and gives a rhyme pattern of
a. b. a. c. b. C.... d. e. d. f. e. F.... C. F.
Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used, as long as all the lines are of similar length and meter.
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OK so I skipped a few days there on the new form every day and just wrote free verse (most of which I did not post) BUT I'M BACK! :-)
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS:
These rhyming forms get me when I am trying to fit into the syllable count or stay in a certain range plus this one had the rhymes mildly out of sync so that made it more challenging for me. In the end I did it and hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to write in forms in my own voice instead of this forced and stilted way that I feel the writing is coming off so far. Wish me luck! :-)
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FRIENDSHIP'S PATH
we’ve been this route before
we’ll be this way again
traveling through these doors
knowing what we find there
not lovers but as friends
the beauty of life to share
hand in hand, side by side
through all the ups and downs
the ebb and flow of tides
holding on as we’re spun
this precious thing we’ve found
always better with someone
the beauty of life to share
always better with someone
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cornish Sonnet
At the same time as travelers were influencing the courts and introducing the sonnet form to England, France and Spain, traders in the southern ports of England were also bringing in their own forms of poetry. These forms consisted of hybrid poetry influenced by those Arab traders who plied their trade with the ports along the Mediterranean and the tin mines of Cornwall. It is only natural that they would come into contact with the sonnet form and in time come up with a fusion of that form This sonnet form is similar to the hybrid poetry that emerged from that part of the world.
The form consists of two, three couplets stanzas and a refrain made up of the first line of each stanza.
A. b. a. c. b. c.... D. e. d. f. e. f.... A. D.
As an alternative, the last line can be used and gives a rhyme pattern of
a. b. a. c. b. C.... d. e. d. f. e. F.... C. F.
Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used, as long as all the lines are of similar length and meter.
***
OK so I skipped a few days there on the new form every day and just wrote free verse (most of which I did not post) BUT I'M BACK! :-)
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS:
These rhyming forms get me when I am trying to fit into the syllable count or stay in a certain range plus this one had the rhymes mildly out of sync so that made it more challenging for me. In the end I did it and hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to write in forms in my own voice instead of this forced and stilted way that I feel the writing is coming off so far. Wish me luck! :-)
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what I wrote yesterday instead of my poetic assignment...
2011-01-19 21:13
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Theme: “Tyrants”
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TYRANTS
Tolls will be paid with oppression
Years served under thumb and boot
Rage whipped out with humiliation
And we are still here after all this time
Needful of ourselves but not knowing
Time is to bide and we kill it well
Someday being the constant mantra
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A MOTHER'S RULE, A MAN'S MEASUREMENT
1. Momma
Small me aged 2 through 10 knew the indisputable command of Mother. "Momma" was not one to mince words when discretion occurred. Her flash whip was near unconscious reflex. Maybe it was. I didn't get the wrath often but when I did it was complete and devastating.
The most heinous of offenses was to question her authority. To ask "why" was just as bad as the wrong act in that house and it was a lesson I unfortunately didn't learn quickly. The only thing that could equal perceived rebellion in severity was to be caught in a lie no matter how small. The lesson I learned from those times was DO NOT LIE TO YOUR MOTHER.
The times of my childhood seem almost comical if it were not for today's standards of abuse. I never felt bad about the punishment. Even as a small girl I knew that actions had consequences or rewards depending on the nature of what I had done. Sadly, I remember the consequences far more vividly than the rewards.
Agnostic hippies in the 70s rarely censored their tongues so I was exposed to a lot of language that a child should not repeat. I knew the words of jest and anger and how to use them. The mistake I made was to use them with my mother. I don't even remember anymore the conversation or situation prior to the result. I just recall my mother telling me something I didn't like so I muttered "bitch" under my breath but not softly enough
The next thing I knew I was being snatched up by my hair and drug to the bathroom. I'd never been moved to a different place for punishment before so the fear I felt at that moment is indescribable. When we reached the bathroom my mother grabbed the soap off the sink with one hand and forced my mouth open in the other. I can almost still taste the soap and feel the lather forming in my mouth with the saliva. I gagged and struggled but Momma was going to make her point.
I'd say she made it. I can't say I never cussed again after that but to this day I rarely if ever cuss in front of my mother. It's a near unconscious thing that I don't put effort into. That is how strong of an impression that particular incident left on my psyche.
2. Bob
In retrospect, perhaps some of the wrath of my mother stemmed from a relay of dealing with my stepfather. I know now that my mother's attachment to him was one of passions. Either the throws of sex or the being thrown in anger.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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There is a writers' show in San Diego called So Say We All (http://www.sosayweallonline.com/) and I was trying my hand at one of the subjects. I want to visit friends in SD at some point and they go to the show every month so I figured even though I don't usually write prose, I would try it. I have this habit of needing to do the things that I feel not so comfy doing. :-P
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Theme: “Tyrants”
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TYRANTS
Tolls will be paid with oppression
Years served under thumb and boot
Rage whipped out with humiliation
And we are still here after all this time
Needful of ourselves but not knowing
Time is to bide and we kill it well
Someday being the constant mantra
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A MOTHER'S RULE, A MAN'S MEASUREMENT
1. Momma
Small me aged 2 through 10 knew the indisputable command of Mother. "Momma" was not one to mince words when discretion occurred. Her flash whip was near unconscious reflex. Maybe it was. I didn't get the wrath often but when I did it was complete and devastating.
The most heinous of offenses was to question her authority. To ask "why" was just as bad as the wrong act in that house and it was a lesson I unfortunately didn't learn quickly. The only thing that could equal perceived rebellion in severity was to be caught in a lie no matter how small. The lesson I learned from those times was DO NOT LIE TO YOUR MOTHER.
The times of my childhood seem almost comical if it were not for today's standards of abuse. I never felt bad about the punishment. Even as a small girl I knew that actions had consequences or rewards depending on the nature of what I had done. Sadly, I remember the consequences far more vividly than the rewards.
Agnostic hippies in the 70s rarely censored their tongues so I was exposed to a lot of language that a child should not repeat. I knew the words of jest and anger and how to use them. The mistake I made was to use them with my mother. I don't even remember anymore the conversation or situation prior to the result. I just recall my mother telling me something I didn't like so I muttered "bitch" under my breath but not softly enough
The next thing I knew I was being snatched up by my hair and drug to the bathroom. I'd never been moved to a different place for punishment before so the fear I felt at that moment is indescribable. When we reached the bathroom my mother grabbed the soap off the sink with one hand and forced my mouth open in the other. I can almost still taste the soap and feel the lather forming in my mouth with the saliva. I gagged and struggled but Momma was going to make her point.
I'd say she made it. I can't say I never cussed again after that but to this day I rarely if ever cuss in front of my mother. It's a near unconscious thing that I don't put effort into. That is how strong of an impression that particular incident left on my psyche.
2. Bob
In retrospect, perhaps some of the wrath of my mother stemmed from a relay of dealing with my stepfather. I know now that my mother's attachment to him was one of passions. Either the throws of sex or the being thrown in anger.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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There is a writers' show in San Diego called So Say We All (http://www.sosayweallonline.com/) and I was trying my hand at one of the subjects. I want to visit friends in SD at some point and they go to the show every month so I figured even though I don't usually write prose, I would try it. I have this habit of needing to do the things that I feel not so comfy doing. :-P
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Friday, April 8, 2011
new form every day... Common Octave (day 18 of 365 in 365) - a day late :-/
2011-01-19 12:33
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WAITING FOR LOVE'S RETURN
some days friends seem so far away
these are the wistful times
when love seems shunned for no reason
unnecessary crime
waiting for another new day
and new mountains to climb
hoping for a better season
bringing peace to its prime
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Common Octave
(aka Hymnal Octave)
This is a variation of Common Measure and consists of three rhymes with alternating meter, a and c with iambic tetrameter, (4 feet), and b with iambic trimeter, (3 feet), giving a rhyme scheme of:
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
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WAITING FOR LOVE'S RETURN
some days friends seem so far away
these are the wistful times
when love seems shunned for no reason
unnecessary crime
waiting for another new day
and new mountains to climb
hoping for a better season
bringing peace to its prime
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Common Octave
(aka Hymnal Octave)
This is a variation of Common Measure and consists of three rhymes with alternating meter, a and c with iambic tetrameter, (4 feet), and b with iambic trimeter, (3 feet), giving a rhyme scheme of:
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
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speaking of having a dream... a poem inspired by a friend and the movie inception...
2011-01-17 17:54
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WAKING IN THE DREAM
It may seem insane from the outside
this sweeping falling gesture
the delicate fingering of the edge of a scarf
but don't you be fooled
don't think for a moment that I don't know
I know that this is illusion
that I am only dreaming
the top spins without falling
it is the cue of my existence
and yet I choose the dream
not to see the evidence to the contrary
so I roll with this ride
find tides in your eyes
so that I can float on that current
to land on the beaches of my own mind
the shores of my subconscious
maybe it was a dream
where I found you next to the familiar
and heard sad stories from your past
that I used to make this world
the place I house the thought of you
you are the new thing
the idea placed in the back of my mind
and I know I am not placed in yours
I am a wisp of a memory
a faded dream and you are now awake
I know that all I am is distant friend
hoping for at least this to be real
for the ties that brought you
to be the same that keep you
and that no matter what
I will be that pleasant space
in between the words to the happiest song
so I build futures with hope
wondering if love will come back home
or will you let her go for a new day?
who will be that sun that rises
on the horizon of your heart?
I know it will not be me
although I am the east
I do not think that I will rise
only be the transition
the lighting of the sky
before the sun takes its rightful place
until then
I will enjoy the view at the horizon
and watch you quietly and hope for the best
giving wishes to shooting stars and fountains
so that the blessings will multiply
into genie armies
that will, if not shelter you from harm,
at least keep you strong enough not to break
and in the meantime
I will continue to dream
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WAKING IN THE DREAM
It may seem insane from the outside
this sweeping falling gesture
the delicate fingering of the edge of a scarf
but don't you be fooled
don't think for a moment that I don't know
I know that this is illusion
that I am only dreaming
the top spins without falling
it is the cue of my existence
and yet I choose the dream
not to see the evidence to the contrary
so I roll with this ride
find tides in your eyes
so that I can float on that current
to land on the beaches of my own mind
the shores of my subconscious
maybe it was a dream
where I found you next to the familiar
and heard sad stories from your past
that I used to make this world
the place I house the thought of you
you are the new thing
the idea placed in the back of my mind
and I know I am not placed in yours
I am a wisp of a memory
a faded dream and you are now awake
I know that all I am is distant friend
hoping for at least this to be real
for the ties that brought you
to be the same that keep you
and that no matter what
I will be that pleasant space
in between the words to the happiest song
so I build futures with hope
wondering if love will come back home
or will you let her go for a new day?
who will be that sun that rises
on the horizon of your heart?
I know it will not be me
although I am the east
I do not think that I will rise
only be the transition
the lighting of the sky
before the sun takes its rightful place
until then
I will enjoy the view at the horizon
and watch you quietly and hope for the best
giving wishes to shooting stars and fountains
so that the blessings will multiply
into genie armies
that will, if not shelter you from harm,
at least keep you strong enough not to break
and in the meantime
I will continue to dream
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new form every day... Common Measure (day 17 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-17 13:37
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THE DREAM CONTINUES
One hundred years after freedom
Dr King shared his dream
set the standard for nonviolence
society redeem
A dream of peaceful harmony
this thing should not be strange
so now let's keep the dream alive
to bring permanent change
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Common Measure
This is a multi stanza form consisting of three rhymes alternating with Iambic Tetrameter, (4 feet) and Iambic Trimeter, (3 feet).
This gives a suggested pattern of:
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Common metre or Common measure[1], abbreviated C. M., is a poetic meter consisting of four lines which alternate between iambic tetrameter (four metrical feet per line, with each foot consisting of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable) and iambic trimeter (three metrical feet per line, with each foot consisting of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable), rhyming in the pattern a-b-a-b. It has historically been used for ballads such as Tam Lin, and hymns such as Amazing Grace and the Christmas carol O Little Town of Bethlehem. It has also been used for Advance Australia Fair, the national anthem of Australia.
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THE DREAM CONTINUES
One hundred years after freedom
Dr King shared his dream
set the standard for nonviolence
society redeem
A dream of peaceful harmony
this thing should not be strange
so now let's keep the dream alive
to bring permanent change
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Common Measure
This is a multi stanza form consisting of three rhymes alternating with Iambic Tetrameter, (4 feet) and Iambic Trimeter, (3 feet).
This gives a suggested pattern of:
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Common metre or Common measure[1], abbreviated C. M., is a poetic meter consisting of four lines which alternate between iambic tetrameter (four metrical feet per line, with each foot consisting of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable) and iambic trimeter (three metrical feet per line, with each foot consisting of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable), rhyming in the pattern a-b-a-b. It has historically been used for ballads such as Tam Lin, and hymns such as Amazing Grace and the Christmas carol O Little Town of Bethlehem. It has also been used for Advance Australia Fair, the national anthem of Australia.
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poem: LIQUIDITY OF FOCUS
2011-01-16 10:57
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Love lets go. Need holds on. This is the way you can tell the difference between need and love. Let go of expectation, let go of requirements and rules and regulations that you would impose on your loved ones. ~~Neale Donald Walsch
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Just watch quietly from the sidelines of pleasant acquaintance
Until the joy can be brought in to the place of peace in your soul
Silently and carefully hold yourself in high regard without arrogance
This is your new home, the one where the broken glass has been swept away
Inside here is where you realize yourself whole as one
Need is only food for the body and even that is small
Handle these shards of past with caution when discarding
Understand that they must be cast off and let go
Divinity of perfection seems fleeting but the moment is worth the search
Never is too long to keep and forever too soon to search for
All is liquid and flowing; it is all free and open
Let love be without obligation, attachment, or expectation
Let self become quiet and calm to enjoy the journey
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BACK STORY
Every poem has an inspiration. A story behind the presented story. I find that to be just as interesting (if perhaps not as beautifully eloquent) as the poems themselves a lot of the time. Submitted for your curiosity is the spark behind the words above...
I met a new friend who has a sad story where love is concerned and I myself am in the process of learning to love without attachment and then this morning my friend Amy posted the above quote on her facebook. All of those things together made the thoughts which lead to this poem.
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Love lets go. Need holds on. This is the way you can tell the difference between need and love. Let go of expectation, let go of requirements and rules and regulations that you would impose on your loved ones. ~~Neale Donald Walsch
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Just watch quietly from the sidelines of pleasant acquaintance
Until the joy can be brought in to the place of peace in your soul
Silently and carefully hold yourself in high regard without arrogance
This is your new home, the one where the broken glass has been swept away
Inside here is where you realize yourself whole as one
Need is only food for the body and even that is small
Handle these shards of past with caution when discarding
Understand that they must be cast off and let go
Divinity of perfection seems fleeting but the moment is worth the search
Never is too long to keep and forever too soon to search for
All is liquid and flowing; it is all free and open
Let love be without obligation, attachment, or expectation
Let self become quiet and calm to enjoy the journey
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BACK STORY
Every poem has an inspiration. A story behind the presented story. I find that to be just as interesting (if perhaps not as beautifully eloquent) as the poems themselves a lot of the time. Submitted for your curiosity is the spark behind the words above...
I met a new friend who has a sad story where love is concerned and I myself am in the process of learning to love without attachment and then this morning my friend Amy posted the above quote on her facebook. All of those things together made the thoughts which lead to this poem.
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new form every day... Cinquain (day 16 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-16 10:31
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TODAY, RIGHT NOW
today
this life comes forth
I fill myself with good
now I have become full of light
right now
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cinquain
A very popular five-line stanza. Originally it was a very casual French form where the lines could be of any length, and the form could have either any rhyme scheme or no rhyme.
Now, however, when anyone refers to a Cinquain, they usually mean the version of form set out by Adelaide Crapsey.
This form still consists of five lines, but now has a specific syllable count starting with a two syllable line, and followed by three lines which increase by two syllables each time and the final line reverting to a two syllable line again. The example below might explain it better.
In addition, the lines are usually iambic, that is, the stresses fall on every other syllable
(for now I am just doing one stanza... I may expound on this later)
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TODAY, RIGHT NOW
today
this life comes forth
I fill myself with good
now I have become full of light
right now
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cinquain
A very popular five-line stanza. Originally it was a very casual French form where the lines could be of any length, and the form could have either any rhyme scheme or no rhyme.
Now, however, when anyone refers to a Cinquain, they usually mean the version of form set out by Adelaide Crapsey.
This form still consists of five lines, but now has a specific syllable count starting with a two syllable line, and followed by three lines which increase by two syllables each time and the final line reverting to a two syllable line again. The example below might explain it better.
In addition, the lines are usually iambic, that is, the stresses fall on every other syllable
(for now I am just doing one stanza... I may expound on this later)
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new form every day... Choka (day 15 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-15 10:41
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MINDFUL OF TODAY
this is a new day
filled with possibility
potential good things to come
not a guarantee
but it can be built by me
it can be created now
I am creator
maker of my own present
maker of my own future
the past is gone now
this is my special today
this is my special right now
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Choka
The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka, or Long Poem.
The early form consisted of a series of Katuata joined together. This gives a choice of form structures of ..... 5 - 7 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7.. etc, or .. 5 - 7 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 5.. etc.
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MINDFUL OF TODAY
this is a new day
filled with possibility
potential good things to come
not a guarantee
but it can be built by me
it can be created now
I am creator
maker of my own present
maker of my own future
the past is gone now
this is my special today
this is my special right now
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Choka
The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka, or Long Poem.
The early form consisted of a series of Katuata joined together. This gives a choice of form structures of ..... 5 - 7 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7.. etc, or .. 5 - 7 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 5.. etc.
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new form every day... Cavatina (day 14 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-14 09:29
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POSITIVITY
I find myself most days wrapped in a smile
more well than bad
looking out windows to beautiful world
and feeling glad
whether there is sun or if there is rain
it's as it should
contemplating life and its mysteries
I see the good
and this is how I choose to spend my days
to see the nice in life and all its ways
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Cavatina
This form as its name suggests was formerly Italian and also emerged around the time of Francesco Petrarca, and like the French ran their poetry and music along similar repetitions of melody. Unlike all the other Italian poetry forms, this form never became popular in England.
The Italian form consists of a ten (10) syllable non rhyming line alternating with a four (4) syllable rhyming line, at least three (3) times and completed with a ten syllable line couplet. This will probably explain why the English never took it seriously because of it breaking up Iambic Pentameter with Iambic Dimeter and appearing to limp rather than flow.
From Wikipedia
For the piece of music known as 'Cavatina' or 'Theme from The Deer Hunter', see Cavatina (song).
Cavatina (Italian diminutive of cavata, the producing of tone from an instrument, plural cavatine) is a musical term, originally a short song of simple character, without a second strain or any repetition of the air. It is now frequently applied to a simple melodious air, as distinguished from a brilliant aria, recitative, et cetera, and often forms part of a large movement or scena in oratorio or opera.
One famous cavatina is Beethoven's 5th movement of his String Quartet No. 13. Another cavatina that became famous recently is "Cavatina" composed by Stanley Myers, used as the theme music in Michael Cimino's 1978 movie, The Deer Hunter. "Largo al factotum", from Gioachino Rossini's opera Il Barbiere di Siviglia and "Se vuol ballare" from Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro are also cavatinas.
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POSITIVITY
I find myself most days wrapped in a smile
more well than bad
looking out windows to beautiful world
and feeling glad
whether there is sun or if there is rain
it's as it should
contemplating life and its mysteries
I see the good
and this is how I choose to spend my days
to see the nice in life and all its ways
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Cavatina
This form as its name suggests was formerly Italian and also emerged around the time of Francesco Petrarca, and like the French ran their poetry and music along similar repetitions of melody. Unlike all the other Italian poetry forms, this form never became popular in England.
The Italian form consists of a ten (10) syllable non rhyming line alternating with a four (4) syllable rhyming line, at least three (3) times and completed with a ten syllable line couplet. This will probably explain why the English never took it seriously because of it breaking up Iambic Pentameter with Iambic Dimeter and appearing to limp rather than flow.
From Wikipedia
For the piece of music known as 'Cavatina' or 'Theme from The Deer Hunter', see Cavatina (song).
Cavatina (Italian diminutive of cavata, the producing of tone from an instrument, plural cavatine) is a musical term, originally a short song of simple character, without a second strain or any repetition of the air. It is now frequently applied to a simple melodious air, as distinguished from a brilliant aria, recitative, et cetera, and often forms part of a large movement or scena in oratorio or opera.
One famous cavatina is Beethoven's 5th movement of his String Quartet No. 13. Another cavatina that became famous recently is "Cavatina" composed by Stanley Myers, used as the theme music in Michael Cimino's 1978 movie, The Deer Hunter. "Largo al factotum", from Gioachino Rossini's opera Il Barbiere di Siviglia and "Se vuol ballare" from Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro are also cavatinas.
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new form every day... Catena Rondo (day 13 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-14 00:15
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LIFE'S RHYTHM
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
and though concrete in senses, is really a dream
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
these things they seem so easily to fall away
even though we try so hard to make them stay
along a specific line, a particular scheme
these things they seem so easily to fall away
there is very little in this existence truly final
so we live on drumbeats tribal and primal
these things they seem so easily to fall away
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
and though concrete in senses is really a dream
life operates in a certain rhythm
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Catena Rondo
This form is the brainchild of Robin Skelton, academic, writer, poet and anthologist. It is a Quatrain, and the second line forms a rhyming couplet with the third line and is also used as the first and fourth line of the following stanza. Any number of stanzas can be created this way and the final stanza is a repeat of the first. This gives a rhyme scheme of;
A. B. b. A..... B. C. c B…. C. D. d. C….finally …
F. A. a. F...... A. B. b. A.....
this is another form where I came up with the rhyming end words first and then built the poem around that... I also skipped the FAaF stanza because it really wasn't clear by this description what that really meant and the only thing that came up when I searched were message board stuff that referenced this same website. Nothing in searches for the educator expounded on the details of the form. So... this is what I got.
I think I did this wrong.. but... leaving it alone...
btw... rondos are not my favorite poetic device... but I'm working with it! :-P
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LIFE'S RHYTHM
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
and though concrete in senses, is really a dream
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
these things they seem so easily to fall away
even though we try so hard to make them stay
along a specific line, a particular scheme
these things they seem so easily to fall away
there is very little in this existence truly final
so we live on drumbeats tribal and primal
these things they seem so easily to fall away
life operates in a certain rhythm
along a specific line, a particular scheme
and though concrete in senses is really a dream
life operates in a certain rhythm
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Catena Rondo
This form is the brainchild of Robin Skelton, academic, writer, poet and anthologist. It is a Quatrain, and the second line forms a rhyming couplet with the third line and is also used as the first and fourth line of the following stanza. Any number of stanzas can be created this way and the final stanza is a repeat of the first. This gives a rhyme scheme of;
A. B. b. A..... B. C. c B…. C. D. d. C….finally …
F. A. a. F...... A. B. b. A.....
this is another form where I came up with the rhyming end words first and then built the poem around that... I also skipped the FAaF stanza because it really wasn't clear by this description what that really meant and the only thing that came up when I searched were message board stuff that referenced this same website. Nothing in searches for the educator expounded on the details of the form. So... this is what I got.
I think I did this wrong.. but... leaving it alone...
btw... rondos are not my favorite poetic device... but I'm working with it! :-P
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poem: the truth about desire
2011-01-13 11:02:00
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honestly
I know exactly what I want
who I want
how I want him
this respect,
admiration,
attraction
is just the beginning
of the journey
the learning
that I hope for
dream of
want
truthfully
he pleases my eye and feeds my mind
not just fine, but savvy and a gentleman to the utmost
nobody’s perfect but the good is all I see right now
all the finer points of personality displayed
I see in the distance this chocolate star
intensity of intellect is my motivation
following this stellar compass
to a destination I hope for
putting a face to my visions
really
this is it
tall
handsome
intelligent
spiritual
kind
helpful
TCB
the qualities
that move me
are many
too many
to list
frankly
I know that this is mostly fantasy
something to shoot for
and what I long for
a pleasant hallucination
just a fixation to have a direction
a gold standard by which to measure
any future encounters
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so... thinking about one friend back east got me thinking of another friend back east... and this poem was the result.
(this one doesn't have a rhythm inspired by a song but the sentiment was somewhat inspired by listening to Jill Scott's The Way)
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honestly
I know exactly what I want
who I want
how I want him
this respect,
admiration,
attraction
is just the beginning
of the journey
the learning
that I hope for
dream of
want
truthfully
he pleases my eye and feeds my mind
not just fine, but savvy and a gentleman to the utmost
nobody’s perfect but the good is all I see right now
all the finer points of personality displayed
I see in the distance this chocolate star
intensity of intellect is my motivation
following this stellar compass
to a destination I hope for
putting a face to my visions
really
this is it
tall
handsome
intelligent
spiritual
kind
helpful
TCB
the qualities
that move me
are many
too many
to list
frankly
I know that this is mostly fantasy
something to shoot for
and what I long for
a pleasant hallucination
just a fixation to have a direction
a gold standard by which to measure
any future encounters
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so... thinking about one friend back east got me thinking of another friend back east... and this poem was the result.
(this one doesn't have a rhythm inspired by a song but the sentiment was somewhat inspired by listening to Jill Scott's The Way)
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poem: thinking of you
2011-01-13 10:28
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I remember you
a pleasant memory
that brief time we shared
a day of beauty
you and I
strangers' company
paths that crossed before
but now seem far away
like a shadow goes
sometimes you cross my mind
I should seek you out
to see what I'd find
a friend indeed
bond loosened over time
will we cross again
I hope we do someday
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for a friend back east whose name came up on my contact list when I was looking for something else
the rhythm of it was directly influenced by listening to Erykah Badu Orange Moon playing in the background
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I remember you
a pleasant memory
that brief time we shared
a day of beauty
you and I
strangers' company
paths that crossed before
but now seem far away
like a shadow goes
sometimes you cross my mind
I should seek you out
to see what I'd find
a friend indeed
bond loosened over time
will we cross again
I hope we do someday
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for a friend back east whose name came up on my contact list when I was looking for something else
the rhythm of it was directly influenced by listening to Erykah Badu Orange Moon playing in the background
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poem: I come back
2011-01-12 10:21
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I remember the joy of sunny mornings
sharing time and art and contentment
the quiet times of soft nothingness
and times of pleasant conversation
there were smiles that reached the sky
past the eye into the soul
we were important at that moment
this is the bliss that holds me
the calm that brings me back
I remember hands on skin and hot breath
muscles over bone and laced with nerves
every ending excited to exhaustion
names called and whispered
a desire for full ownership
fully immersed in total flesh
we were important at that moment
this is the bliss that holds me
the ecstasy that brings me back
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I remember the joy of sunny mornings
sharing time and art and contentment
the quiet times of soft nothingness
and times of pleasant conversation
there were smiles that reached the sky
past the eye into the soul
we were important at that moment
this is the bliss that holds me
the calm that brings me back
I remember hands on skin and hot breath
muscles over bone and laced with nerves
every ending excited to exhaustion
names called and whispered
a desire for full ownership
fully immersed in total flesh
we were important at that moment
this is the bliss that holds me
the ecstasy that brings me back
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new form every day... Canzonetta (day 12 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-12 09:27
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THINGS THAT HOLD
the things that hold my heart are so fleeting
sometimes good things seem to easily slip away
so I reminisce once more on the chance first meeting
and wonder if tomorrow will be a better day
but today calls me and needs me
so I come back momentarily to my senses
finding the light of hope that feeds me
in spite of times I lowered my defenses
these things are what hold my minds attention
even though I'm proven wrong time and time again
silly things I shouldn't even mention
the best laid plans of mice regarding men
and there it is the crux of my weakness
what makes me play the fool just like a clown
such bitter pain I hardly dare speak this
the bottom point of my sliding spiral down
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Canzonetta
The Canzonetta or Canzonet is a variation of the canzone, a lyric poem of varying line length and metrical patterns. The Canzonetta consists of at least two octaves, and each octave uses a series of alternating couplets. The last line or last phrase is repeated in each stanza of the subsequent stanzas. The rhyme scheme is thus:
a. b. a. b. c. d. c. D.
or
a. b. a. b. c. b. c. B.
The latter one is called Canzonetta Prime and the use of a repeating rhyme word is helpful but not mandatory in order to strengthen the repetition bond. Although there is no set meter or line length, the meter of the first line is considered to set the tempo.
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THINGS THAT HOLD
the things that hold my heart are so fleeting
sometimes good things seem to easily slip away
so I reminisce once more on the chance first meeting
and wonder if tomorrow will be a better day
but today calls me and needs me
so I come back momentarily to my senses
finding the light of hope that feeds me
in spite of times I lowered my defenses
these things are what hold my minds attention
even though I'm proven wrong time and time again
silly things I shouldn't even mention
the best laid plans of mice regarding men
and there it is the crux of my weakness
what makes me play the fool just like a clown
such bitter pain I hardly dare speak this
the bottom point of my sliding spiral down
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Canzonetta
The Canzonetta or Canzonet is a variation of the canzone, a lyric poem of varying line length and metrical patterns. The Canzonetta consists of at least two octaves, and each octave uses a series of alternating couplets. The last line or last phrase is repeated in each stanza of the subsequent stanzas. The rhyme scheme is thus:
a. b. a. b. c. d. c. D.
or
a. b. a. b. c. b. c. B.
The latter one is called Canzonetta Prime and the use of a repeating rhyme word is helpful but not mandatory in order to strengthen the repetition bond. Although there is no set meter or line length, the meter of the first line is considered to set the tempo.
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new form every day... Burns Stanza (day 11 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-11 09:52
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SHARE THE LIGHT
I can see life in its beauty
to do so is my solemn duty
capturing its essence truly
the way mornings mostly bright
giving us chance act newly
and share with the world inner light
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Burns Stanza (aka Standard Habbie)
In this form Burns makes the first three lines rhyme and the fifth. The fourth and sixth lines become the second rhyming pair.
The pattern is thus....
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
PERSONAL SIDE NOTE ABOUT THE PROCESS...
When I am doing these rhyming forms I have a tendency to write the first line easily and then build the rest of the poem off of the best rhymes that go with the first. For this poem I actually did the end of line rhymes first (beauty, duty, truly, bright, newly, and light) and then build the poem around those words in that line order.
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SHARE THE LIGHT
I can see life in its beauty
to do so is my solemn duty
capturing its essence truly
the way mornings mostly bright
giving us chance act newly
and share with the world inner light
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Burns Stanza (aka Standard Habbie)
In this form Burns makes the first three lines rhyme and the fifth. The fourth and sixth lines become the second rhyming pair.
The pattern is thus....
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
PERSONAL SIDE NOTE ABOUT THE PROCESS...
When I am doing these rhyming forms I have a tendency to write the first line easily and then build the rest of the poem off of the best rhymes that go with the first. For this poem I actually did the end of line rhymes first (beauty, duty, truly, bright, newly, and light) and then build the poem around those words in that line order.
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poem: COINCIDENTAL CONVERSATION (written 1:01am on 1-11-11)
2011-01-11 01:01
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I want to believe in your possibilities
your unending shortcomings
faltering at the edges of unaltered reason
let's flee from the normalcy of this drudgery
and exist on planes
of highly sensitized imaginations
call to our own existence
with this high pitched shrill of a mouth
be the shrew
the tiny
the mistaken
I am with you here
in this dark void
capturing your essence of life on my tongue
but it is bitter
I give it back to you
listen closely to your heartbeat
follow dogs across the fields
and in to the forests of reason
giggle with me softly
under stars lit by rejection
I have no place for this right now
no space in times three to the tenth power
how is it still new?
the endlessness of it is extravagant
give me another reason
to give it away again
this is where your eyes
meet the corner of your mouth
talk to me
...talk to me
please...
talk to me
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I want to believe in your possibilities
your unending shortcomings
faltering at the edges of unaltered reason
let's flee from the normalcy of this drudgery
and exist on planes
of highly sensitized imaginations
call to our own existence
with this high pitched shrill of a mouth
be the shrew
the tiny
the mistaken
I am with you here
in this dark void
capturing your essence of life on my tongue
but it is bitter
I give it back to you
listen closely to your heartbeat
follow dogs across the fields
and in to the forests of reason
giggle with me softly
under stars lit by rejection
I have no place for this right now
no space in times three to the tenth power
how is it still new?
the endlessness of it is extravagant
give me another reason
to give it away again
this is where your eyes
meet the corner of your mouth
talk to me
...talk to me
please...
talk to me
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new form every day... Blues Sonnet (day 10 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-10 23:08
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LOST LOVE BLUES
from the depths of my soul
feel I'm losing control
cause I'm broken inside and can't nothing make me whole
see I'm falling apart
cause it's breaking my heart
tried my hand at love but it ends before it starts
When you let someone in
and then it begins
they seem to take over and get under your skin
now it's feeling all wrong
like all hope is gone
all broke down and lonely singing this sad song
crying from your lungs
bout how bad you been done
and how you thought for sure you were the only one
(this is how you know you got the true blue blue blue blues)
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Blues Sonnet
The Blues Sonnet is derived from the Afro-American, melancholia music or lamentation. It is a triplet form (Three rhyming lines) with lines 1 and 2 rhyme repeating and line 3 bringing the stanza to a climax in a manner similar to the Haiku. Purists state the meter should be Iambic Pentameter, (IP), but others argue that IP is an English poetry form and Afro-Americans had no concept of it and it should be left to the poet to "do yo thang".
The Rhyme scheme is thus:
A. A. a. … B. B. b. … C. C. c. … D. D. d. … e. e. .
FOR THE RECORD I DISAGREE WITH THE ABOVE RHYME AND RHYTHM SCHEME DESCRIPTION.
I prefer the classic rhyming every other line and then the chorus stanza being the climax. I'll have to see if there are any other articles online about this but until then I wrote the above and also a rendition of what I feel is a more classic feeling bit of blues fit for song below...
woke up this morning
got out of bed
saw my woman had left me
now i'm feeling damn near dead
cause I got the blues
them low down dirty rotten blues
if can't nothing save ya
from your own bad behavior
then you get the blues
them low down dirty rotten blues
*insert 2 minute twangy blues guitar solo here*
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LOST LOVE BLUES
from the depths of my soul
feel I'm losing control
cause I'm broken inside and can't nothing make me whole
see I'm falling apart
cause it's breaking my heart
tried my hand at love but it ends before it starts
When you let someone in
and then it begins
they seem to take over and get under your skin
now it's feeling all wrong
like all hope is gone
all broke down and lonely singing this sad song
crying from your lungs
bout how bad you been done
and how you thought for sure you were the only one
(this is how you know you got the true blue blue blue blues)
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Blues Sonnet
The Blues Sonnet is derived from the Afro-American, melancholia music or lamentation. It is a triplet form (Three rhyming lines) with lines 1 and 2 rhyme repeating and line 3 bringing the stanza to a climax in a manner similar to the Haiku. Purists state the meter should be Iambic Pentameter, (IP), but others argue that IP is an English poetry form and Afro-Americans had no concept of it and it should be left to the poet to "do yo thang".
The Rhyme scheme is thus:
A. A. a. … B. B. b. … C. C. c. … D. D. d. … e. e. .
FOR THE RECORD I DISAGREE WITH THE ABOVE RHYME AND RHYTHM SCHEME DESCRIPTION.
I prefer the classic rhyming every other line and then the chorus stanza being the climax. I'll have to see if there are any other articles online about this but until then I wrote the above and also a rendition of what I feel is a more classic feeling bit of blues fit for song below...
woke up this morning
got out of bed
saw my woman had left me
now i'm feeling damn near dead
cause I got the blues
them low down dirty rotten blues
if can't nothing save ya
from your own bad behavior
then you get the blues
them low down dirty rotten blues
*insert 2 minute twangy blues guitar solo here*
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new form every day... Blank Verse (day 9 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-09 13:38
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SLITHER
this is the view from stomach's eye, from ground
having never walked a leg but just crawled
this is the hiss of voice the quiet speech
anchored in depths of surface via grass
this is the accursed lot of life in shift always
(this is just a start... I'll come back to it later)
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Blank Verse
Blank Verse is constructed with unrhymed (therefore blank) Iambic Pentameters. No other verse form is able to convey such a beatifull rhythm of spoken English or is able to be used for the various levels of speech. It is often used in dramatic monologues
Blank Verse was first used in English, in Surrey's translation of Virgil's Aeneid. The most famous uses of Blank Verse (aside from that used by Shakespeare in his plays) were in Milton's Paradise Lost, and Wordsworth's The Prelude.
Blank Verse is usually divided into verse paragraphs of varying length, though it can be used in stanzas of equal length
Regardless of how the Blank Verse is divided, the poems are of no set length. Every poet should read Paradise Lost, and to see example of how perfectly Blank Verse can capture the rhythms of spoken English, read Shakespeare.
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SLITHER
this is the view from stomach's eye, from ground
having never walked a leg but just crawled
this is the hiss of voice the quiet speech
anchored in depths of surface via grass
this is the accursed lot of life in shift always
(this is just a start... I'll come back to it later)
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Blank Verse
Blank Verse is constructed with unrhymed (therefore blank) Iambic Pentameters. No other verse form is able to convey such a beatifull rhythm of spoken English or is able to be used for the various levels of speech. It is often used in dramatic monologues
Blank Verse was first used in English, in Surrey's translation of Virgil's Aeneid. The most famous uses of Blank Verse (aside from that used by Shakespeare in his plays) were in Milton's Paradise Lost, and Wordsworth's The Prelude.
Blank Verse is usually divided into verse paragraphs of varying length, though it can be used in stanzas of equal length
Regardless of how the Blank Verse is divided, the poems are of no set length. Every poet should read Paradise Lost, and to see example of how perfectly Blank Verse can capture the rhythms of spoken English, read Shakespeare.
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new form every day... Ballade (day 8 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-08 05:53
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NIGHT TO DAWN
there comes an ending to each day
this is just how it has to be
twinkling of stars as sun's away
from his duty now he is free
but will return eventually
when he has his shift again on
to wake the birds within the tree
as night falls and returns to dawn
as dusk had covered pitch and hay
the cow and flow'r and bumblebee
and to each other we all say
this parting is so bittersweet
let's make sure rest is complete
as slumber again finds its spawn
within us all till next we meet
as night falls and returns to dawn
it's not a rhythm we betray
as sure as tides within the sea
the stars come out in their array
so similar for you and me
no matter where on earth are we
when all time's changes next are gone
no matter what that time may be
as night falls and returns to dawn
day will change to night by degree
and slowly we will find our yawn
until sleeps end dream in beauty
as night falls and returns to dawn
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Ballade
The Ballade as its name suggests is a French form and along with the Rondeau was one of the first forms to be standardised in the 14th cetury. Written in syllabic prosody of any one line length, the original French forms were octosyllabic, but now decasyllable is more common, and iambic tetrameter etc; are just as acceptable.
The construction is 28 lines which are divided into three octave stanzas and an envoi.
The rhyme and pattern do not change. It turns around on only three rhymes.and as is common with most French forms. The last line of each stanza is a refrain. The Ballade has a rhyme pattern of: a, b, a, b, b, c, b, C and the envoy b, c, b, C.
(FYI, an envoi in a poem is a short closing stanza in certain verse forms, such as the ballade or sestina, dedicating the poem to a patron or summarizing its main ideas. And yes, I had to look that up! :-P)
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NIGHT TO DAWN
there comes an ending to each day
this is just how it has to be
twinkling of stars as sun's away
from his duty now he is free
but will return eventually
when he has his shift again on
to wake the birds within the tree
as night falls and returns to dawn
as dusk had covered pitch and hay
the cow and flow'r and bumblebee
and to each other we all say
this parting is so bittersweet
let's make sure rest is complete
as slumber again finds its spawn
within us all till next we meet
as night falls and returns to dawn
it's not a rhythm we betray
as sure as tides within the sea
the stars come out in their array
so similar for you and me
no matter where on earth are we
when all time's changes next are gone
no matter what that time may be
as night falls and returns to dawn
day will change to night by degree
and slowly we will find our yawn
until sleeps end dream in beauty
as night falls and returns to dawn
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ballade
The Ballade as its name suggests is a French form and along with the Rondeau was one of the first forms to be standardised in the 14th cetury. Written in syllabic prosody of any one line length, the original French forms were octosyllabic, but now decasyllable is more common, and iambic tetrameter etc; are just as acceptable.
The construction is 28 lines which are divided into three octave stanzas and an envoi.
The rhyme and pattern do not change. It turns around on only three rhymes.and as is common with most French forms. The last line of each stanza is a refrain. The Ballade has a rhyme pattern of: a, b, a, b, b, c, b, C and the envoy b, c, b, C.
(FYI, an envoi in a poem is a short closing stanza in certain verse forms, such as the ballade or sestina, dedicating the poem to a patron or summarizing its main ideas. And yes, I had to look that up! :-P)
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poem: girl inside this woman
2011-01-08 05:26
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he said "you're a pretty girl"
I said "that's my problem;
I am a girl trapped in a woman's body"
to which he replied "no you're not.
I misspoke. You are all woman"
no, he was right the first time
was right in his assessment
of who and what I was
What I am still at this moment
I am the bright eyed child
enthralled by the world around me
tossed by my poet heart
into roller coaster emotions
riding the fantasy of infatuations
dipping into the heart of melancholy
angst is not only for teens
but also for the teen at heart
and I will be forever 21
just old enough
but still young enough to be stupid
or perhaps just purposefully unaware
my naivete surrounds me as an aura
glowing in the pores of my skin
glimmering out of my eyes
when I smile it is there
and it shines in my tears
expectations crushed by reality
where do I get these ideas?
where do these ideals come from?
their lie I keep believing
to the point of breaking my own heart
over and over
and tonight is no exception
no matter how many times
I say I will walk away from the pain
there is just enough pleasure
to bring me back
to hold my hand
to touch my skin
then yesterday turns into today
and everything is suddenly different
I am cast into the free fall
to be injured in the landing
this was a jump with no shute
I want to end happy
but right now
there is only this pit
deep in the bottom of my stomach
this ride is making me sick
.
.
he said "you're a pretty girl"
I said "that's my problem;
I am a girl trapped in a woman's body"
to which he replied "no you're not.
I misspoke. You are all woman"
no, he was right the first time
was right in his assessment
of who and what I was
What I am still at this moment
I am the bright eyed child
enthralled by the world around me
tossed by my poet heart
into roller coaster emotions
riding the fantasy of infatuations
dipping into the heart of melancholy
angst is not only for teens
but also for the teen at heart
and I will be forever 21
just old enough
but still young enough to be stupid
or perhaps just purposefully unaware
my naivete surrounds me as an aura
glowing in the pores of my skin
glimmering out of my eyes
when I smile it is there
and it shines in my tears
expectations crushed by reality
where do I get these ideas?
where do these ideals come from?
their lie I keep believing
to the point of breaking my own heart
over and over
and tonight is no exception
no matter how many times
I say I will walk away from the pain
there is just enough pleasure
to bring me back
to hold my hand
to touch my skin
then yesterday turns into today
and everything is suddenly different
I am cast into the free fall
to be injured in the landing
this was a jump with no shute
I want to end happy
but right now
there is only this pit
deep in the bottom of my stomach
this ride is making me sick
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new form every day... Ballad Stanza (day 7 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-07 11:00:00
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ART IN THE MORNING
as the morning sun warms the skin
chasing the frost and dew
art comforts me and welcomes me
I find solace in you
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ballad Stanza
A ballad has many variations of rhyme and line length. The basic Ballad Stanza consists of four lines with an alternating couplet and lines that alternate from four iambic feet to three. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
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ART IN THE MORNING
as the morning sun warms the skin
chasing the frost and dew
art comforts me and welcomes me
I find solace in you
********************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ballad Stanza
A ballad has many variations of rhyme and line length. The basic Ballad Stanza consists of four lines with an alternating couplet and lines that alternate from four iambic feet to three. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
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new form every day... Ballad (day 6 of 365 in 365) *ADDED LINES 1/7/2011*
2011-01-06 10:58:00
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inspired by Chaos and Mobius (the children I nanny)...
THE SMILES OF CHILDREN
today the sun welcomed their eyes
they wake up, rise and then they shine
"I'm awake!" their daily cries
each new day is fresh in their minds
they run, they jump, in constant play
singing the songs they will create
with joy they live and face the day
to them the small things seem so great
a tree, the grass, the dirt, a rock
the sky and birds and all around
anything on which their eyes can look
discovery they seem to've found
this journey through their daily rites
each thing is seen as fresh and new
each sound and smell and all the sights
is taken in and caref'ly viewed
seen in ways we do not still know
a child's eyes see a hidden truth
it's almost sad to see them grow
out of perception of their youth
but now they smile. they play and laugh
the world is open to be seen
they see the full. we see the half.
realities have crushed our dreams
but children smile beyond our hope
they carry lightness we can't bear
a same time smaller/larger scope
the child to us does not compare
a world we wish that we could see
return minds to this perspective
once again like children to be
to join innocence's collective
no life's perfect but it's a gift
a cherished thing to be admired
we can be so much more only if
by these small ones we are inspired
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ballad
Long Measure
This is a variation of Common Measure, and consists of three rhymes of iambic tetrameter, (4 feet). This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x x x b
wikipedia has more detail on the subject:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad
I didn't feel like writing a long ballad... but this is a good start I guess. :-)
Also, I don't know if this subject and way it's presented really counts as a ballad but it'll do for now. :-P
.
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inspired by Chaos and Mobius (the children I nanny)...
THE SMILES OF CHILDREN
today the sun welcomed their eyes
they wake up, rise and then they shine
"I'm awake!" their daily cries
each new day is fresh in their minds
they run, they jump, in constant play
singing the songs they will create
with joy they live and face the day
to them the small things seem so great
a tree, the grass, the dirt, a rock
the sky and birds and all around
anything on which their eyes can look
discovery they seem to've found
this journey through their daily rites
each thing is seen as fresh and new
each sound and smell and all the sights
is taken in and caref'ly viewed
seen in ways we do not still know
a child's eyes see a hidden truth
it's almost sad to see them grow
out of perception of their youth
but now they smile. they play and laugh
the world is open to be seen
they see the full. we see the half.
realities have crushed our dreams
but children smile beyond our hope
they carry lightness we can't bear
a same time smaller/larger scope
the child to us does not compare
a world we wish that we could see
return minds to this perspective
once again like children to be
to join innocence's collective
no life's perfect but it's a gift
a cherished thing to be admired
we can be so much more only if
by these small ones we are inspired
******************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ballad
Long Measure
This is a variation of Common Measure, and consists of three rhymes of iambic tetrameter, (4 feet). This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x x x b
wikipedia has more detail on the subject:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad
I didn't feel like writing a long ballad... but this is a good start I guess. :-)
Also, I don't know if this subject and way it's presented really counts as a ballad but it'll do for now. :-P
.
new form every day... Balassi Stanza (day 5 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-05 10:20:00
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NEW BEGINNINGS
this is the time to start
to newness add a part
and build up our world again
we all have parts to play
to make a better day
to bring peace and all be friends
today we open eyes
the truth we realize
with no change our world will end
****************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Balasi Stanza
It is believed that this stanza form was used by the Hungarian poet Balint Balassi, who rationalized it from a three line form consisting of 19 syllables per line, and broke it up by the use of internal rhymes.
This evolved into a rhyme scheme as follows
x. x. x. x. x. a.
x. x. x. x. x. a.
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
x. x. x. x. x. b
x. x. x. x. x. b
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
x. x. x. x. x. c
x. x. x. x. x. c
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
.
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NEW BEGINNINGS
this is the time to start
to newness add a part
and build up our world again
we all have parts to play
to make a better day
to bring peace and all be friends
today we open eyes
the truth we realize
with no change our world will end
****************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Balasi Stanza
It is believed that this stanza form was used by the Hungarian poet Balint Balassi, who rationalized it from a three line form consisting of 19 syllables per line, and broke it up by the use of internal rhymes.
This evolved into a rhyme scheme as follows
x. x. x. x. x. a.
x. x. x. x. x. a.
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
x. x. x. x. x. b
x. x. x. x. x. b
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
x. x. x. x. x. c
x. x. x. x. x. c
x. x. x. x. x. x. d
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new form every day... Aubade (day 4 of 365 in 365)
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2011-01-04 11:12:00
AS THE DAY RETURNS
this is light
shining in angles oblique
shining in angels ornate
and it sings
as though light had sound
speaks greetings with silent voice
walks slowly across floors and faces
warms truly as flame
for summer grass
or winter frost
stays faithful to purpose
crowing calls to it
sparrows sing to it
the darkness falls away
retreating from it's reign
it is the sun's turn
breaking over the arc of the earth
it is always sunrise
somewhere
**********************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Aubade Poetry
How many of you have seen the movie "City of Angels" and remember the scenes where the angels gather in the morning. Perhaps this meeting can be considered an Aubade. An Aubade is a poem or song that greets the morning, or where wild life celebrates, or lovers wake, and sometimes waking to reluctantly part.
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2011-01-04 11:12:00
AS THE DAY RETURNS
this is light
shining in angles oblique
shining in angels ornate
and it sings
as though light had sound
speaks greetings with silent voice
walks slowly across floors and faces
warms truly as flame
for summer grass
or winter frost
stays faithful to purpose
crowing calls to it
sparrows sing to it
the darkness falls away
retreating from it's reign
it is the sun's turn
breaking over the arc of the earth
it is always sunrise
somewhere
**********************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Aubade Poetry
How many of you have seen the movie "City of Angels" and remember the scenes where the angels gather in the morning. Perhaps this meeting can be considered an Aubade. An Aubade is a poem or song that greets the morning, or where wild life celebrates, or lovers wake, and sometimes waking to reluctantly part.
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new form every day... Australian Sonnet (Bowlesian Sonnet) (day 3 of 365 in 365)
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2011-01-03 18:39:00
A SMILE SHOULD INVOKE JOY
I can't deny my first response
was jealousy at her beauty
as though bound by simple duty
just from vision seen only once
I can't deny jealousy took me
as though beaten by just her smile
not noticed by him in a while
I am root bound like bitter tree
inward bound by this bitter root
such a poisonous attitude
and all the danger this includes
so simply does this math compute
and this is something to let go
positive yes, negative no
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Australian Sonnet (Bowlesian Sonnet)
William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 - 7 April 1850) was the undoubted originator of this sonnet form in England. He was a high ranking minister in the Church of England, and although it was popular for a while it settled into obscurity, meanwhile admirers of his poetry were setting out as missionaries to the colonies. Whilst Canada was a colony it might be suggested that it was less in need of religious supervision than the penal colony of Australia and the Aussie outback which was the ideal breeding ground for poets and poetry. Back in the towns the clergy would no doubt recite Bowles poetry and people would be far more influenced by his sonnets than his longer forms. Later the ladies of the church group would no doubt recite their version of that poem and again no doubt the budding Banjo, or Lawson would play with this form and in copying their Northern counterpart send messages of love to their women back in the towns and villages, and in due time the origin of this form would be forgotten, until one day a curious poet picked up a tatty book of poetry dated 1903 and saw several sonnets there all unique in form and two handwritten sonnets in the back dated 1914. It is assumed that the owner of the book died in the Great War. This sonnet form has three Envelope quatrains and a couplet, which gives a rhyme sequence of;
a. b. b. a.... c. d. d. c..... e. f. f. e.... g. g.... Each sonnet is Tetrameter, Pentameter, or similar.
NOTE:
the poem above is in tetrameter but I'll admit that the feet are not true because the sylable accents are not uniform through the whole poem plus I have an extra syllable here and there.
Also... it is inspired by a tumblr reblog of a picture of a girl... omg this sucks so hard... posting it anyway.
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2011-01-03 18:39:00
A SMILE SHOULD INVOKE JOY
I can't deny my first response
was jealousy at her beauty
as though bound by simple duty
just from vision seen only once
I can't deny jealousy took me
as though beaten by just her smile
not noticed by him in a while
I am root bound like bitter tree
inward bound by this bitter root
such a poisonous attitude
and all the danger this includes
so simply does this math compute
and this is something to let go
positive yes, negative no
****************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Australian Sonnet (Bowlesian Sonnet)
William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 - 7 April 1850) was the undoubted originator of this sonnet form in England. He was a high ranking minister in the Church of England, and although it was popular for a while it settled into obscurity, meanwhile admirers of his poetry were setting out as missionaries to the colonies. Whilst Canada was a colony it might be suggested that it was less in need of religious supervision than the penal colony of Australia and the Aussie outback which was the ideal breeding ground for poets and poetry. Back in the towns the clergy would no doubt recite Bowles poetry and people would be far more influenced by his sonnets than his longer forms. Later the ladies of the church group would no doubt recite their version of that poem and again no doubt the budding Banjo, or Lawson would play with this form and in copying their Northern counterpart send messages of love to their women back in the towns and villages, and in due time the origin of this form would be forgotten, until one day a curious poet picked up a tatty book of poetry dated 1903 and saw several sonnets there all unique in form and two handwritten sonnets in the back dated 1914. It is assumed that the owner of the book died in the Great War. This sonnet form has three Envelope quatrains and a couplet, which gives a rhyme sequence of;
a. b. b. a.... c. d. d. c..... e. f. f. e.... g. g.... Each sonnet is Tetrameter, Pentameter, or similar.
NOTE:
the poem above is in tetrameter but I'll admit that the feet are not true because the sylable accents are not uniform through the whole poem plus I have an extra syllable here and there.
Also... it is inspired by a tumblr reblog of a picture of a girl... omg this sucks so hard... posting it anyway.
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new form every day... Alfred Dorn Sonnet (day 2 of 365 in 365)
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by N Miouo Nance on Sunday, January 2, 2011 at 11:07pm
BRINGING VISION TO LIGHT
this is the hope that springs from my heart
a depth of belief unparalleled
because truly anything can be done
that life can be balanced with art
and even this can be achieved well
melding multiples as if they are one
the time can be truly right
and vision can be made light
There is no one single part
no one single dream
it's never to late to start
even if that's how it seems
remember your inner smart
and continue on that theme
**********************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
*The Alfred Dorn sonnet originated in a Formalist publication contest. Each year the Formalist runs a sonnet contest where the applicants make up their own form of sonnet. The sonnet form is named after the winning applicant, and in this case Alfred Dorn was the winner and the sonnet he devised named after him.
The Alfred Dorn sonnet is different than most sonnets, in that it has an Italian sestet and a Sicilian sestet linked by a couplet. Both sestets share common rhyme set by the first line. The rhyme scheme is as follows;
a. b. c. a. b. c. ... d. d. ... a. e. a. e. a. e.
NOTE:
I am REALLY not into rhyming so much in a poem anymore so this was VERY hard for me! I really need to get back into rhyming so that I can still be clever and beautiful even within constraints. :-/
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by N Miouo Nance on Sunday, January 2, 2011 at 11:07pm
BRINGING VISION TO LIGHT
this is the hope that springs from my heart
a depth of belief unparalleled
because truly anything can be done
that life can be balanced with art
and even this can be achieved well
melding multiples as if they are one
the time can be truly right
and vision can be made light
There is no one single part
no one single dream
it's never to late to start
even if that's how it seems
remember your inner smart
and continue on that theme
**********************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
*The Alfred Dorn sonnet originated in a Formalist publication contest. Each year the Formalist runs a sonnet contest where the applicants make up their own form of sonnet. The sonnet form is named after the winning applicant, and in this case Alfred Dorn was the winner and the sonnet he devised named after him.
The Alfred Dorn sonnet is different than most sonnets, in that it has an Italian sestet and a Sicilian sestet linked by a couplet. Both sestets share common rhyme set by the first line. The rhyme scheme is as follows;
a. b. c. a. b. c. ... d. d. ... a. e. a. e. a. e.
NOTE:
I am REALLY not into rhyming so much in a poem anymore so this was VERY hard for me! I really need to get back into rhyming so that I can still be clever and beautiful even within constraints. :-/
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poem: of like and love
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Because love is a complicated word
I choose to stick with like
Love is too close to my heart
Love feels so dangerous and strange
Yet I feel this wonderful attraction
Because love for me seem far away
Usually I hide behind high walls
Suspicious of lover's words
Suspicious to the point of isolation
Even in the face of sweetness
Yet you draw me out into joy
.
Because love is a complicated word
I choose to stick with like
Love is too close to my heart
Love feels so dangerous and strange
Yet I feel this wonderful attraction
Because love for me seem far away
Usually I hide behind high walls
Suspicious of lover's words
Suspicious to the point of isolation
Even in the face of sweetness
Yet you draw me out into joy
.
a new form every day... day 1 = Acrostic (day 1, poem 2 of 365 poems in 365 days)
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THIS NEW DAY, THIS NEW YEAR, THIS NEW AGE
Time being a human construct having no meaning
Having no bearing on truth or reality
I find myself still measuring my days
Still holding on to this illusion
New hours, minutes, seconds
Every change of the clock
Winds me closer to something
Days measure me
And weeks hold me
Years and months mark me
This is the madness I live
Headlong into a calendar
Inner thoughts manifesting
Simply the only thing that truly counts
New days, weeks, months
Every turn of the calendar
Wins another small battle
Yet I can see my dearest hopes
Each moment I work towards them
A new mind is needed
Rather than a new time
Today is the right time
Here is the right place
Inside me is where I find
Supplies to make my world
New cells, skin, body
Energy forms me and this is real
Wavering never happens in that
Another thing to be mindful of
Generating my own needs
Every moment has become mine
***********************************
FOR THE UNINITIATED:
Acrostic poetry is a form of short verse and constructed by a placing capitalised word or phrase vertically down the page to form the initial letters of each line of poetry. Each line is used to relate to the word, or praise the subject, if it is a ladies name for example.
The term is derived from the Greek words akros, "at the end," and stichos, "line," and was popular in Greece during the Alexandrine period and later with the Latin playwrights Ennuis and Plautus. Much later again, it became popular during the Italian Renaissance periods.
Originally the form also rhymed, and Turco in his book states this, however, in schools where poetry is taught as part of the syllabus, it states that the poem does not have to rhyme, and I suppose free verse exponents would agree with this, (and probably wrote the curriculum). So the choice is yours, Classic or Modern.
In summary:
# May use one word or a phrase, placed vertically down the page.
# One letter per line, all must be capital letters
# Each line of poetry must begin with the letter on that line and must relate to the word, or phrase using adjectives and phrases to describe that word
# Does not have to rhyme.
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THIS NEW DAY, THIS NEW YEAR, THIS NEW AGE
Time being a human construct having no meaning
Having no bearing on truth or reality
I find myself still measuring my days
Still holding on to this illusion
New hours, minutes, seconds
Every change of the clock
Winds me closer to something
Days measure me
And weeks hold me
Years and months mark me
This is the madness I live
Headlong into a calendar
Inner thoughts manifesting
Simply the only thing that truly counts
New days, weeks, months
Every turn of the calendar
Wins another small battle
Yet I can see my dearest hopes
Each moment I work towards them
A new mind is needed
Rather than a new time
Today is the right time
Here is the right place
Inside me is where I find
Supplies to make my world
New cells, skin, body
Energy forms me and this is real
Wavering never happens in that
Another thing to be mindful of
Generating my own needs
Every moment has become mine
***********************************
FOR THE UNINITIATED:
Acrostic poetry is a form of short verse and constructed by a placing capitalised word or phrase vertically down the page to form the initial letters of each line of poetry. Each line is used to relate to the word, or praise the subject, if it is a ladies name for example.
The term is derived from the Greek words akros, "at the end," and stichos, "line," and was popular in Greece during the Alexandrine period and later with the Latin playwrights Ennuis and Plautus. Much later again, it became popular during the Italian Renaissance periods.
Originally the form also rhymed, and Turco in his book states this, however, in schools where poetry is taught as part of the syllabus, it states that the poem does not have to rhyme, and I suppose free verse exponents would agree with this, (and probably wrote the curriculum). So the choice is yours, Classic or Modern.
In summary:
# May use one word or a phrase, placed vertically down the page.
# One letter per line, all must be capital letters
# Each line of poetry must begin with the letter on that line and must relate to the word, or phrase using adjectives and phrases to describe that word
# Does not have to rhyme.
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poem: 1/1/11 1/365 ~ ON TURNING 40
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ON TURNING 40:
this is the next phase
another day
to evolve more
be more
...do more
I AM MORE
hello new era!
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ON TURNING 40:
this is the next phase
another day
to evolve more
be more
...do more
I AM MORE
hello new era!
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Cross-posting a go-go
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I have been lax in my posting in this forum. I had intentions on posting my daily NaPoWriMo writings here. I still after all these years prefer the look and feel of livejournal.com so I have posted there and on facebook. Going forward from now I will be posting here and then cross posting to LJ since I can back date over there.
This entry is fair warning that I will be mass posting all my poems I've written so far this year which is 151 poems. I'll space it out over the day so I don't totally clog up people's dashboard. :-)
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I have been lax in my posting in this forum. I had intentions on posting my daily NaPoWriMo writings here. I still after all these years prefer the look and feel of livejournal.com so I have posted there and on facebook. Going forward from now I will be posting here and then cross posting to LJ since I can back date over there.
This entry is fair warning that I will be mass posting all my poems I've written so far this year which is 151 poems. I'll space it out over the day so I don't totally clog up people's dashboard. :-)
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
when did you discover your love for poetry? and how?
The first memory I have of LOVING writing poetry was in 6th grade when the teacher had us write journals and I would write poems for the entries almost every day. It was a bit of an ego thing for the teacher to like them and plus when I would show my poetry to people I quickly realized that this was a talent, something special that not everybody could just do at will.
I wish I hadn't thrown them out when I got to highschool because I am curious what I would think of the thoughts expressed by 12yr old me! :-/
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