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That said, being a minimalist, I do write mostly haiku, in the usual 5-7-5 meter as far as I can tell. No, they're not a simple statement broken in 3 (strictly metric) verses: there's an idea, the exposition, and a cut to a contrasting conclusion. Haiku depict a scene, they're not a statement. Plus, I usually mix in some ambiguous wordplay in mine for people who, like me, enjoy puzzles. in portuguese I did write quite a few sonnets in strict 10-meter, heroic petrarchan format. I'm not sure I can do that yet in english... |
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Writing poetry in a foreign language can be an excellent way to learn it. I remember the challenge of trying to write Latin verse in iambic pentameter. Gave me a huge amount of respect for people like Virgil who could just reel it off by the thousands of lines . (Although of course it wasn't a foreign language for him - but I certainly couldn't do the same in English!)
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02-28-2014, 01:23 PM | #1294 |
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The New Me
Today I feel like a new me arisen from old rubble
Of all the evil and abuse I underwent; The fast lanes of life's changed me, I am living life anew, going through the motions When the going got tough and tougher, I said, 'I will turn me now, Around.' The trollings, the bashings On Twitter or Facebook; Shake me no more, This is the new me, I can't be bothered. My ex-half posted pictures online Of our most sacred intimacy; To get even with me, or so I thought, The person I'd loved once, can be so heartless? When the going got tough and tougher, I said, 'I will turn me now, Around.' That spouse who never cared That person who left me for someone new What care did that half have for me then? Why should I care about that half now? I write few lines now at night Got a new day job to do - a fight; But I know I am happier now, Got my old feelings back - for somebody new. Like the old banyan trunk, mature and strong That cannot be moved or bent; I too have gotten thick-skinned now, my bones stronger, You can't criticize me no more, move me to tears! I am no more vulnerable as I was No more I wear my emotions on my face; Life is all about moving on, I've learned, This is the new me - the old me is dead now. When the going gets tough again, I said, 'I will turn me now, Around.' Last edited by mrmarlowe; 02-28-2014 at 02:02 PM. |
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The Edge of Winter
To reach out for a second chance; to intersect a single ray. To breathe its fire and dance its dance while embers crack and splinter. To stand before the fading light; a shadow cast in cooling gray. To lie awake in bed each night and touch the edge of winter. |
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Just a few words for Harry T:
"Poets have explained that free verse is, despite its freedom, not entirely free. Free verse displays some elements of form. Most free verse, for example, self-evidently continues to observe a convention of the poetic line in some sense, at least in written representations, though retaining a potential degree of linkage, however there are more traditional forms. Donald Hall goes as far as to say that "the form of free verse is as binding and as liberating as the form of a rondeau",[2] and T. S. Eliot wrote, "No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job".[3] Kenneth Allott the poet/critic said the adoption by some poets of vers libre arose from 'mere desire for novelty, the imitation of Whitman, the study of Jacobean dramatic blank verse, and the awareness of what French poets had already done to the Alexandrine in France'.[4] The American critic John Livingston Lowes in 1916 observed 'Free verse may be written as very beautiful prose; prose may be written as very beautiful free verse. Which is which ?' [5] For more on this subject and the footnotes go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_verse |
03-07-2014, 01:54 PM | #1297 |
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The Rabbit God
The sun sits high past the noontime, the flat land, new mown, ambles away to the river. And, in the last field before the railway lines I lean against the stake of the barbed wire fence and watch rabbits. He is two months younger than I; taller, more willing to fight, though maybe my equal in strength. We have just had a wheelie competition, in the dust of the abandoned road, which runs arrow straight over the crossing. Our brown-berry legs, in short trousers, carry the scars of play, in these dying days of the summer holiday. He tells me to wait outside: I kick stones: he re-appears with the gun. I am nervous. He tells me it is fine, that his parents won't mind. And, anyway, they are both at work. The gun is nearly as tall as me. And as he pulls the trigger, it nearly knocks him backwards: though he says it is only a 410, and he's fired bigger. The rabbit looks shocked. One moment it is chasing its friend's tail the next it is moving sideways, then backwards then looping into the air. The field which moments earlier had been dotted with grey dancing, lies fallow and still a sea of watching eyes. It is larger than I imagine. 'A female,' he tells me, laughing, squeezing the guts, gushing out a yellow stream. I tell him to stop, sensing desecration, but he says you have to do it. He breaks the gun, and casually carries it at the hip holding the now cleaned doe by the ears. The last time I was in this garden, we used a catapult to test the parachute of his Action Man. And, I think of this as he slits the rabbit from pelvis to neck. The torn flesh and purple innards force me to retreat to the corner of the house. When I peer around the wall, in response to his urging, I see his fingers enter the cut, hook the skin, pull the hind legs back: with a deft cracking of bones. It comes off in one piece: the skin from the meat, like the sound of a wet sandcastle being turned out. |
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Ice : ansus mannez : Sowelu ewaz largo feyu largo ewaz sowelu sowelu northaz ewaz sowelu sowelu : wunju hagalaz ewaz northaz: ansus largo largo : raido ewaz teewahz ur raido northaz sowelu : teewahz othillo : mannez ewaz :: Be still : know yourself : Move to the light and grow fat : grow with life : For the light of the double sun is your guide : Find joy in adversity and your need for truth : Let talk flow : for wisdom is achieved in defeating weakness : Vanquish loneliness and stay true to your quest : Ice : ansus mannez : Ken othillo northaz sowelu teewahz ansus northaz ken yerah : Othillo feyu : largo ice geebu hagalaz teewahz sowelu : Ewaz wunju Ewaz raido : Ken hagalaz ansus northaz geebu ice ing :: Be still : know yourself : In loneliness we understand the need for others : The need to converse and find new insight : Only stunted riches lie within : as winter turns to bring the growth of spring : The path of happiness and knowledge is beset with hardship and doubt : Ice : ansus mannez : Ansus largo largo : Ansus northaz dagu : Northaz othillo thuraz ice ing :: Be still : know yourself : Let words flow as water : transform with words your inner needs : you are but one : together we become the wings of the butterfly : |
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Good one. If you ask me: Why should poets bother so deep When they can write sh*t and still sleep. (just kidding) |
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(Dead Thread, huh?)
Turning the Corner Cold steel skies press down like a lid on the city and on me this shortest day of the year. Kenny A. Chaffin – 12/21/2014 |
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It's been a while since I've posted anything in this thread .... So :
Uisge Beatha III
I seek the braes, for their calming embrace for the wind that longs to blow, and the Bens for their lofty gaze over moors to the sea from where the clouds bring their weep, and the wind to chill the heat of my blood. I seek the burns, for their hues of peat as they spring from the lings and they cut to the stane, afore they flow through the woods of the ash and the birch and the pines; and where the wind fills the boughs with sound. I seek the stills, where the wash steams pure in their hearts, and the casks are of oak that were primed long ago. There’s a time to pass and a nose to teach and through the wood it’s drawn for the wind to share with the Angels on high. I seek the braes, for their calming face for the wind that longs to blow, and the Bens for their lofty gaze over moors to the sea from where the clouds bring their weep, and the winds to chill; And the Water of Life to burn my blood. |
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Nice one Geoff. Very moody.
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Faith and Terror When it comes to faith and terror, operate on faith, send an SOS to terror but keep them guessing where you are. Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/17/2015 |
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Come stand beneath our tree of love, Whose seed was sown by god above, where for us shall its limbs provide, a haven where our hearts reside. Let's stretch our arms around its core, and climb the branches which it bore, where with me shall you lay beside, and rest within the top's divide. Let's feed upon a golden pear, the fruit of which its branches bear, so that its substance can sustain, the hunger which we can't restrain. Within the tree we'll bore a tap, and drink upon its sweetest sap, and from this shall our hearts obtain the blood of life our veins retain. Chester R. Fritz |
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The Whistle-Pig Manifesto It was the whistle-pigs with their rocket powered rear ends that took care of the high voltage power lines and once they were gone the electrical grid collapsed followed shortly thereafter by civilization itself. The moral of the story: Keep your whistle-pigs happy and safe lest you end up wallowing in the muck. Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/2/2015 |
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