Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden 'Poem of The Week'

A pure poet, completely focused on poetry, caught my attention. True thoughts shone on the main page.  ‘If you want to know about me, read my poetry’ this unique but profoundly ‘down to earth’ approach brings for the readers this weeks selection. Poetry reflects the ideas beliefs and opinions of a writer as well as throws light on the life style of the people, It is surely the poets keen observation that reveals  patterns of behavior, emotions and reactions of humanity to the environment around their habitats. This effective rhythmic narrative poem moves steadily along relating the reactions of a single character developing a gripping story that keeps the reader engaged till the very end. I present the poem of the week –a poem which I deeply enjoyed …I am sure you will too

‘Thanks for last Night’ Cynthia’ by WORDCOASTER

It was then that he sowed the seeds of discontent:

They grew

He knew

All that they could do.

Those flowers gave off quite a scent;

He enjoyed the aroma, the product of the seeds of discontent.

He picked a dozen and of course one more

Without match

Among the batch

Prettiest in the patch.

Fast flew his feet across the grassy floor

Bent on turning maiden to whore.

Behold, the pen he took into his hand–

He wrote

Many a note

Casting a vote

On who would fall prey to his demand

And all the malignment he had planned.

He checked and double-checked his lists;

Entrepreneur

Of the impure

Made sure

He possessed in his two clenched fists

All the couples and where they held their trysts.

A self-proclaimed doctor, he made his rounds:

No pills,

He kills

With skills

In need of restraints and bounds.

He lies low and waits for the sounds:

Twelve couples all caught in his sinister trap.

“How could you?”

“Why would you?”

“I misunderstood you!”

Twelve conversations all ending with a slap;

The sower goes out and enjoys a frappé.

  More about the poet and his wonderful poetry  at :     http://wordcoaster.wordpress.com/

  

Poetry Blog REview Week 27: Random Beauty on Blitzken, Miss Kitten..(Repost)

Today I am going to be reviewing a blog called Random Misanthrope. First of all, we all know what random means, but misanthrope, who knows what that means? I find it an ironic contrast to the first poem I happened to read on the blog. It means the
general disliking. After further investigating, however, the titled may have and probably does have, deeper meaning. There is not one, but several authors to this WordPress blog. The collective authors of this blog are Blitzken, Dock Ellis, High Priestess Kang, Miss Kitten, Moozey and Shark.

Though the layout it clean, organized and altogether appealing, I think the depth of the site is more than it’s outward appearance. After reading the about section, you definitely get a more clear view of the blog. It is a risen remnant so to speak of a previous, by the sound of it, larger community. The about section as just as interesting a read as some of the poems are. It gives a great feel for the blog and encases you much as a poem should. It lets you feel a part of their strive to rebuild and reclaim themselves.

This blog has been running since about April of this year, but apparently took several years to surface itself after the diminish of the original site where these authors came from. Their poetry skills are quite amazing and are easily relatable, I enjoyed the poems quite well. I don’t believe there is a whole lot more to be said than the fact that this blog should be read. To the authors I have to say one thing, keep writing and you will go far.
~Robin Elizabeth (Write.It)

Thursday Poetry Forms (Poetry for Dummies) Week 27

Leaning up against the olive tree this Thursday CC Champagne is here again to explore the white areas of the poetry form map with you all.

Today I wanted to talk about a form I've been holding back specifically for this time of the year. I didn't find it on Wikipedia either, but still think it deserves a mention since, to me, this is the kind of poetry form that is truly inspirational. We have previously talked about counting syllables and how a specific number of syllables to a line or a poem is often part of the rules of a specific form. With Haikus the traditional seems to be the 5-7-5 line distribution, and today's poetry form uses a similar system.

Pi-poetry (or Π-poetry) is so named because of the 3-1-4 structure, where the first line consists of three syllables, the second of a single syllable and the last line of four syllables. The form seems to be yet another attempt at merging mathematics and the 'hard' sciences with the 'soft' art of poetry. Pi, or the number 3.14, is famously a mathematical constant which is the ratio of any Euclidian circle's circumference to its diameter. Exactly what that really means is something I probably did know for about a week prior to some math test in High School, but have since quite definitively (and happily) managed to forget.

The reason I've chosen to bring it up now is that this form also seems to be connected to the Americanized way of writing the date March 14 2012 (or any year), namely 3.14.2012, which is also known as Pi-day.

So with this little mathematically inspirational nugget I leave you for now, urging you to add any poem you've created, whether it happens to be Pi-poetry or not, to our Poetry Picnic Week 26 where the topic is Seven Deadly Sins, or why not put on your reading glasses and join us at Hyde Park Poetry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 63. With this I raise my glass of bubbly spumante to you and hope to see you back here again next week!

*Cheers*

Poetry Picnic Week 26: Seven Deadly Sins

Welcome to Jingle Poetry @ Olive Garden Poetry Picnic Week 26, 

Last week's poetry picnic was a GREAT one, where the Jingle Poetry Community has had a great opportunity to learn and share poetry on military, ... and we officials at the poetry picnic are happy about the response that You give us. Thank you very much.

This week is going to be very interesting too as we are going to touch upon seven deadly sins, well, everyone got a few, let’s spend some time self checking, or peer picking. Take a sin and study about it, then write what you think of it…Read the samples below, then join us...

THE SEVEN ENLIGHTENMENT'S by JamieDedes  

Luxuria

Shop ’till you drop

And lusting the night away

What emptiness filled?

Gula

Stuffing down dinner

Eating when you’re not hungry

Emotions packed

Avaritia

Must have and more

Never enough when feeling less

Running on empty

Acedia

Ah, discouragement

No faith in God or in Man

Swim in depression

Ira

Wence comes this rage

And hatred is your hallmark

Angry with your Self

Invidia

Other’s good brings low

In your backpack, jealousy

Feeling valueless

Superbia

Arrogance and pride

Heavy indeed your burden

Narcissistic you

Greed by Shan  

On plush leather chairs,
And air conditioned avarice,
They sit and decide our fates.
These suits.
These hierophants of etiquette.

Below in the streets,
People fight for aid sent
from overseas.
They throw money at the armed
well muscled guard.

Begging,
Mercy,
My child is ill.
My family starves.

Coffee is served.
With ginger biscuits.
Ties are loosened,
And money exchanged.
Not pennies,
Like below.

Uncomfortable laughter.
As consciousness
becomes a figment
and a bank balance.
A memory.

Patterns by u keep moving forward  

I only write because I am

Tired and too weak to resist;

Otherwise I would push

The swollen part of myself

Back down to the core of me

And let it marinate,

Waiting for the sweet air

Of expression to connect

With it, allowing the fully

Flavored pain to explode onto

Paper, soaking through

Layer after layer as

The pen presses harder

Against the resisting desk,

Trying to break it apart

With frenzied stabs

And strokes.

I pull the pen back,

Dip it in the

Pure oxygenated blood of my heart, and let

It drip across

The page in random patterns.

Armani Pride by Chris G.                 

Armani, sir, don’t you mind

The scales underneath the silk—

My tongue is worth a hundred souls,

My pen a thousand more.

The world, my throne, self-carved—

I think mere mortal knowing

Might yet be deigned to see

Some tracest memory

Of wealth, innumerable, that lies

Within this fairest grace.

-

Before the pride, yet rides The Fall,

One-winged angel recompense

With Hell and Fire resolute

This passion, wild, divine

Will never bow nor know

Another master but its own—

Smile through the pain,

For you and thee are nothing but

This maddened laughter spouts

From believer, know er, all.

-

Cast me down, you break me down,

It is of your own pathetic drives—

Kill it, beat it, des-e-crate it,

Such a base begotten crave

Of jealousy, and ranched salivation

Of those below the knowing

Of this manicured salvation—

All I need, the dollar, plastered

Forming yet eternal

The foundations of my history.

Seven Deadly Sins by Emmanuel Ibok  

 On the high throne

the judge sits

about to pass verdict

for sins commit.

Her name is called

and I’m the issue

“Remember when you lied?”

the Judge counted

“promised you’ll love him

deceive him to believe

cheat on him in secrecy

lavish his cash

file a divorce

and took all his wealth

Remember?”

She tried to plead

like it was a sin

she inherited

not one she committed

but the verdict

had been concluded

and a seven deadly sins count

was charged against her

for my useful life

she rendered useless

still

my life could not be

restored

as my body slept

peacefully in its casket

and my soul taking flight.

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Poetic Reflection Week 26: Elaine Danforth

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share on these questions and link my blog to your honor roll.

Looks to me like there are 11 questions. I've numbered them below, and my answers, so you'll know which ones I am answering. If it's too long, I am willing to edit it down, if you like, or you can-- these were mostly my immediate responses.

1. I call my blog The Danforth Anchor because I strive to use my writing as a force to steady, ground, or anchor myself and others. To offer an occasion to pause, reflect, and then be better able to choose a direction and move on as a result.

2. I started blogging in June 2010, at the encouragement of a friend

3. My first poem? On the blog, I remember it was called "We Are Not Amused or Turn This Ship Around". In life, I do not remember. I can only say that I've known I wanted to write since my first grade days at the age of seven, while I was still using those fat, red barreled kiddy pencils to write on the very wide ruled light blue lined newsprint paper with the dotted line to mark the level for the lower case letters. In second grade I first began to learn Haiku in school assignments, but I don't remember whether I'd written other poems before. I had probably started to compose little song lyrics in my head by then, though, which is similar to writing poems.

4. My writing inspirations could be anything. A lot of them come from direct interaction with nature or people when I'm on my walks, but some might be on mundane or esoteric topics outside my life, or directly related to any kind of life experience, mine or other people's.

Some of my poems just start writing themselves in my head-- I can hear them begin. From there, I may consciously try to continue with them. I don't always know where they're coming from.

Sometimes they just start with words I want to use, or sounds or rhythms.

5. Good poetry can be a lot of different things. The Jingle Poetry community often surprises me with the kinds of subjects that end up in poems, like a recent one related to high technology, that was very effective called "Nano Informatics" on the Zongrik blog. What impresses me is a unified whole, everything in the poem adding essentially toward a central idea, story or effect.

Do I revise my work? If it needs it. Some of it doesn't, I think. Probably most of it does. I do often write things and post them on line immediately, so many of those have had little or no revision. I am often able to improve a work substantially with revision, especially when sufficient time has passed to give me more perspective on in. But sometimes, I am restless about a poem, and the revisions turn out worse, often more complex and over-written, so in those cases, if I recognize that, I tend to leave the poems as they were.

6. As I said, I started writing poetry as a child, for school assignments, as far as I can remember. But I was also keeping diaries and journals, starting from fourth grade, at the age of 9. Sometime after that I began occasionally to write poems, either in or outside of my journals.

In my freshman year of college, I think, I wrote a poem I really liked,about an experience of crying over a jigsaw puzzle I was doing, while I was grieving over a difficult experience I was going through at the time. Later, I ran that by a poet friend in my dorm, who gave me constructive criticism and was generally very encouraging about my work. That helped me eventually feel good about choosing an English major, with the aim of becoming the best writer I could ever be rather than continuing on the path toward business major, which I could not love nearly as much as language and writing, no matter how I might try.

I don't write fiction. Fiction was my original vision of writing, when I recognized my desire to write, at the age of seven, inspired by The WIzard of Oz movie and the Oz books. I remember beginning a story book, typing on a piece of paper when I was a little girl, I'm not sure exactly how old, but probably before I was ten. I only got to the end of the first page, although I was very excited about it.

Later, in elementary and high school, I had to write a one-act play and a short story along the way. These were very hard for me to write, and the teachers did not grade them as well as they did my regular essay assignments or any poetry work I did for school. So I was pretty discouraged by that, and never cultivated a fiction writing skill or much of a concrete desire to do so. I would still like to be able to write a decent short story some day, just to show myself I could do it, even if it was not especially good.

I was very surprised when I learned the great American novelist William Faulkner, whose work I enjoyed reading in high school, considered himself a failed poet. A bit of a shock that writer of that stature would consider himself a failure in any realm of writing. I fortunately don't think about fiction that way so much,with my own writing. Poetry comes so naturally to me that I can sometimes barely write a line of prose. But I normally don't complain about that, or regret not taking a path to writing fiction, because I enjoy the poetry on the brain.

7. My favorite author or poet:

Shakespeare has been my most consistent literary sustenance, beginning in high school. Still haven't read or seen all his work, but I hope to.

8. Favorite quote:
There's a lot of quotes I like, from Shakespeare and others, but one of the ones I often come back to is:

"If it be now, ’tis not to come.
If it be not to come, it will be now.
If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all."

~Hamlet Act V, Scene II

9. I support Jingle Poetry, including at the Gooseerry Garden, because it feels good to be read and to explore the work of other poet bloggers. I continue to be impressed witht he vriety and the fine range of work I have been discovering in the Thursday Poets' Rallies and the Poetry Picnics.

10. My future plan for writing:

I hope to publish my poetry in print. I had originally set a goal several years ago to publish a book of my poetry, even if it had to be just self-published and/or a chapbook. I figured I need about 30 well-revised and edited poems.

By now, there are more than 260 poems on The Danforth Anchor, so I've got the material, but I'm not so sure what I'll do with it. I think my next step may be to submit individual poems to magazines and journals that publish poetry, and see how far I get with that. But the most important thing is, no matter what else I may need to do in life, I plan to keep writing.

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http://elainedanforth.wordpress.com/