At the turn of the 20th Century there set in a strong reaction against poetic diction.This was expressed with vigour by William Wordsworth in his Preface to the second edition of the Lyrical Ballads.He was for the language of the common man, for everyday colloquial speech in poetry, what Shakespeare meant by 'russet yeas and honest kersey noes' and T S Eliot asked for 'an easy commerce of the old and new' but Wallace Stevens presented the idea of the 'anti poetic ' that 'there had to be something special about the language of poetry' .Over all the argument leads us to the conclusion that 'poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions' the language can be simple,the lines may contain one syllable words and the sentences may vary in length.Possessing a deep passion for poetry classical poems have always been an inspiration and a guideline but simple poems appeal to the poetic enthusiast equally well.Reading many talented poets focusing on love, nature, the Ides of March, the woes of the world and relationships I came across a lovely heart warming page which I instantly related with finding a strong appeal in the relationships and the love of 'family bonds' being a primary concern. Jeanette's title of the Blog 'Precious Notes ' also reflects on her thoughts feelings and beliefs. In this poem she expresses her deep emotions for the grand daughters as she recognizes the innocent attachment, the joy of togetherness and distances never create barriers if one is close at heart.This is a time of family reunions and for this week I would like to present 'Poetry for My Granddaughters'
POETRY for My Granddaughters By Jeanette from the Philippines
Alaina and Peachy came to visit
Prancing and dancing with their little feet.
Their sparkling eyes and sweet smiles
Bring my thoughts across the miles.
How I wish I could bring back time
And cuddle you in these arms of mine;
a kiss from Alaina
Because you are off and we don’t see much
I ask of you to please get in touch.
Years from now I will be old
Weak and sick so I will be told;
And I just wish you will be in sight
Saying, “Hello Grandma! We’ll stay for the night.”
Today I decided to review Meenas17’s Weblog. What first caught me was the title of a poem called “A Parade” followed by some pictures of penguins. Reading through the poem is was rhymed and rhythmed very nicely and is quite a catchy poem. Here are two of the latter stanzas from the poem:
“The blue waters flow to the shore, The orange Sun goes down into the floor, Black lights up the sky in a quiet score, The little dark Penguins gather in store. Up they ascend in a hurry, Hastening to see the babes in a flurry, Peeping into their habitats with worry, They flock reverse in an undue hurry.”
Another poem that caught my attention was one called “Circular Mapping.” The style of poetry which this poet uses is written well and done nicely. The poems are easily relateable without being too obvious and rhymed well.
As well as having poems on their blog, they also have articles that they have reposted. I found this interesting as I do not see many blogs reposting articles. Unfortanutely this author didn’t have an about them section or a way to really see how long their blog has been around. But I love the scheme of their blog and I would recommend checking the blog out. (:
Another week begins in The Gooseberry Garden, and as has become tradition (I can call it that after 18 weeks, can't I?) CC Champagne is back with a glass of bubbly and the task of trying to make heads or tails of poetry form.
I do a lot of rhyming in my scribbles. Some of it is good, some of it is plain awful, but regardless of what I try to do, it usually ends up rhyming. So what is rhyme, really? Yes, dear friends, it'll be one of those long, muddled posts about the basics of poetry that you know so well, or think you do.
According to Wikipedia, a rhyme is a repetition of similar sounds in two or more words often used in poetry or songs. True enough, we hardly go around rhyming in our everyday speech, do we? The word in itself comes from Old Frankish language and means series or sequence. But, and here is the nub of the whole thing, there is far more than one type of rhyming and rhyming is a lot more difficult, at least if you want to master poetry-speak, than just using the words 'hat' and 'mat' at the end of two lines in your poem.
Two words rhyme if their final stressed vowel and all following sounds are identical. Thinking about it that way makes me stressed, so I am not surprised at the poor vowel's stress levels! It also says that two lines of poetry rhyme if their final stressed positions are filled with rhyming words.
For a rhyme to be considered a perfect rhyme it has to use an identical vowel sound in both words and the articulation before the rhyming vowel must differ between the two words ('leave' and 'believe' are not perfect rhymes, whereas 'spleen' and 'been' would be).
There is also a form of rhyming that can be done using homonyms (and I had to look that word up) and homophones, which means that both words use the same stressed vowel sound, these would not have a different articulation before the rhyming vowel and can therefore not be called perfect rhymes. I think an example would be the use of the word 'stalk' (as in stem of a flower) and the word 'stalk' (as in following someone), and these rhymes are called mirror rhymes. Please remember that not every word that starts with homo- has something to do with sexuality. Homo is a Greek prefix that means 'the same'.
Now on to what most of us probably do when we are writing poetry (I know I do, anyway), general rhyming. A general rhyme is any kind of word that has a phonetic similarity to another word. In other words, they have a similar sound. These general rhymes can be classified depending on the extent to which they do rhyme, as follows:
syllabic rhyme: the last syllable in each word sounds the same, but does not necessarily contain a vowel. (pitter - patter)
imperfect rhyme: one word contains a stressed vowel and the other does not. (wing - caring)
semirhyme: one word contains an extra syllable. (bend - ending)
oblique (slant/forced) rhyme: the words are not perfectly matched in sound. (one - thumb)
assonance: the vowels of the words match (not necessarily making them rhyme). (shake - hate)
consonance: the consonants of the words match. (rabies - robbers)
half (sprung) rhyme: the final consonants of the words match. (bent - ant)
alliteration (head) rhyme: the initial consonants of the words match. (short - ship)
The funny part (if there is such a thing here) is that if one of the words being rhymed is the entirety of the other (ball - all), it is not considered a rhyme at all, whereas 'gun' - 'begun' would be considered a super-rhyme since not only the vowels, but the onsets of the rhyming syllables are identical.
So why all this talk of rhyming? Can't we just leave the words be and let them come to us? Believe it or not (and I have no scientific foundation for this) but we are coming up on the time of the year where more people than ever engage in the activity of writing poetry. Christmas and the weeks leading up to it have to be our high season, really, and we might want to think about that. Why? Well, many families in many different countries are preparing to exchange gifts over the holidays, and who has not at least thought of adding a rhyme to the Christmas present? Giving dad yet another tie? Something like 'Around your neck, this should go - to once again say I love you so', perhaps? A perfume for your partner/wife/girlfriend? 'I promise and I truly swear - that this will not clash with whatever you wear'.
Are you in a Christmas rhyme writing mood? Or do you just want to share some of your poetry with a community that promotes and supports on-line poets in a friendly atmosphere? Please feel free to join in this week's Poetry Picninc Week 17: Photos, Nostalgia, Memories and Families or why not enter the Poets Rally Week 58 over at The Poetry Palace? I hope to see you back here next week for some more bubbly and a chit-chat about poetry forms.
JinglePoetry at The GooseberryGarden Poetry Picnic Week 17 (woot woot),
we hope that you have enjoyed a lovely time talking about (or to) yourself last week! You have done fabulous beautiful job sharing your thankfulness with us, we appreciated it tremendously.
THANKS A BUNCH!!
This Week, we are having theme “Photos, Nostalgia,Memories, and Families”, you shall have enough inspirations to think and write about the theme, if not, don’t panic, submit a random poem to share….
When I was a girl of five, I wanted to be like the boys, slaying green scaly dragons, filling dirty jeaned pockets,
with mysterious treasures, like rusty, lead blistering toys.
One mystery was solved, my eyes bulged from sockets,
when Tommy the 'doctor', showed what boys hid in zippers.
I screamed from the horror, their anatomy, disgusting
I'd kill dragons and beasties, wearing ruby glass slippers-
explore my vast queendom, in my shrinky-dink bling..
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When I was a preteen, I longed for large breasts
I prayed to the Virgin, asked for Jane Russell -its
It was the age to go braless, women roared with their chests,
conformity and unity, with double D wits
Alas, the powers above were deaf to request, so
no venti was I, in demitasse cups, I have cried.
They say beauty is deep, from within it does glow-
who needs bouncing bosoms, I will wear mine with pride!
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A woman with child, the three, now a pair,
afraid of the future, to be alone, my worst fear.
No companion to laugh with, no kisses to share,
but with age comes a wisdom, what to let go and hold dear.
Men do not make me beautiful, only I hold this key
with knowledge unlocked, one thing I have learned,
desperation and loneliness are of my own insecurity,
a waste of my time, the hours I have yearned.
Opening up the Pandora’s Box and revealing its content
there it is
the root of all evil
spark off with just gunshots
as I remembered
How many years
since the past we break apart
Is it just my wishful thinking
to yearn for you that appear in my past?
I wish to go back in time
question you about leaving me
in pain and torment
when you said
you’ll never betray me
I never once forget you
your charming smile
your influential words
in your embrace and love
in blood and sin
may the time turn back as I took the last breath of myself…
This is Life in Verse andMorningwelcoming Youto the Second Poetry Picnic in December of Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden Here {¡¡applause!!} .
Methods of Submission:
Share your work using InLinkz below, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be super fantastically great if you could link back to us on your blog.
Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm (CDT), and will stay open till Wednesday, 8pm (CDT), 78 hours for you to share your poetry with us...
What About Next Week!!
For Week 18, we’ll have theme “Snow, December,Winter Vacations, and Wildness”, that’s next week.And you can write anything or everything in poetic forms on our theme, hope that you enjoy!
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