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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Friday, April 8, 2011
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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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
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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
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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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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
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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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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
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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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
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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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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
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*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
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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
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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
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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
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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! :-/
Thursday, October 14, 2010
ATTENTION POETS: Benefit for Jeremiah Blue's medical expenses
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Ed Mabrey has offered to do one of his Friday Shows as a benefit and share proceeds. I am thinking get all of us together for a giant multi-feature jam with a super short open mic. We just need to pick a Friday. Since I don't normally organize, Can one of you who has/does let me know when do you think would be good? I'm thinking two weeks from tomorrow.
Let me know if you would at all be interested and please pass this on to Jeremiah's friends that I do not know.
Thanks! :-)
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Ed Mabrey has offered to do one of his Friday Shows as a benefit and share proceeds. I am thinking get all of us together for a giant multi-feature jam with a super short open mic. We just need to pick a Friday. Since I don't normally organize, Can one of you who has/does let me know when do you think would be good? I'm thinking two weeks from tomorrow.
Let me know if you would at all be interested and please pass this on to Jeremiah's friends that I do not know.
Thanks! :-)
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