Category Archives: Poetry

Found Poetry: 10 Day Poetry Challenge – Day 7

It’s day seven of the WordPress ‘Ten Day Poetry’ challenge. Today we were asked to write or should I say create a ‘Found’ poem. What is a Found poem? You may well ask, and I can tell you it is far harder than it looks!

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry (a literary equivalent of a collage[1]) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning. The resulting poem([1]) can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original.

Have you tried creating a ‘Found’ Poem? This was my attempt using the Senryu form which is human Haiku.


The Biblical sun
hung above caraçao sea .
last cocktails enjoyed.

The original source was a travel article from a Sainsbury’s magazine. I selected a page at random then scratched out words that were of no interest.

Yes, it is a mess!

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Poetry Challenge: Day 6 – Enjambment (Mind Maggots)

It’s day six of the WordPress ten day poetry challenge and my creative enthusiasm is beginning to ebb. Today’s challenge is ‘enjambment’ which (as per the WordPress defintion is

Enjambment is all about the arrangement of words on the screen (or page, as the case may be), and how that arrangement affects the pace of our reading. The term may sound like a mouthful. But what it describes is a really simple phenomenon: when a grammatical sentence stretches from one line of verse to the next.

I have also included some extra spacing to add a breath pause to give the reader time to reflect. Unfortunately, I am unable to illustrate this properly due to formatting limitations.

Hope it works!

MIND MAGGOTS

Maggots
wriggle through the ears
into the mind
and growl
inside the head

Their teeth gnawing,
gnawing at dignity
at reason

The rotting flesh
chewed to the bone of sanity
until
venom spews from slack mouth

unchecked,

in response.

The stench of betrayal
too much to bear.

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Ten Day Poetry Challenge: Day 5 – ‘Imperfect’ Limerick

It’s day five of the WordPress ‘Ten Day Poetry Challenge’ and I am on a roll. Well, not quite. For today’s challenge we were asked to write a Limerick but after several stressful hours of tapping out the rhythm I almost conceded defeat. The Limerick is a far tougher form than it first appeared.

Imperfect Limerick

This poet is struggling to write
A poem that’s not too contrite
The Limerick is tough
to write off the cuff
The prompt kept me up half the night.

Not only do you need to adhere to a set rhyme pattern of A-A-B-B-A there is also a quirky rhythm
L1 da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
L 2 da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
L3 da DUM da da DUM
L4 da DUM da da DUM
L5 da DUM da da DUM da da DUM

Reference: GigglePoetry.com

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Poetry Challenge Day 4 – Similes Please Dally Awhile

Day four in the WP Ten Day Poetry Challenge and we are tasked to write a poem which include similes. Always up for a challenge I dedicated this nonsense poem to the humble simile.

Why is poetry so exclusive?
It’s meaning to Joe Bloggs, elusive,
like a crossword of cryptic clues.
A jigsaw puzzle in shades of blues
like the sky on a cloudless day.
The simile shows us the way
like a random signpost in a maze
for readers left bemused and in a daze
as they clutch at metaphor straws–
the meaning, hidden behind layered doors.

Oh simile you have such style.
Please, my friend, PLEASE dally awhile
so Joe Bloggs can enjoy the verse.
And poets, please try not to be too diverse.
We are mere mortals don’t you know;
sometimes ‘tell’ is as good as ‘show’.

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Day Three: Acrostic Poem (Poetry)

Day three in the WP Ten Day Poetry Challenge and we are tasked to write an acrostic poem.

Poetry,
Often opaque in delivery
Elusive metaphors
Tormenting – testing – teasing
Readers
Yet, sublimely addictive.

According to the young writers poetry website

An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase.

Poetry Challenge – Day 2 (Gossip Goblins) Alliteration

Alliteration - Gossip Goblins

Alliteration – Gossip Goblins

Day two in the WP Ten Day Poetry Challenge and we are tasked to write a poem using alliteration.

Alliteration in italics

Gossip Goblins

The gossip goblins with
their prying eyes
wigging ears
wagging tongues
swoop then screech to share
with sharks
who share with shells
who bathe in shallow waters
then whisper with passing whales:
What chance the minnow?

Weary wave changes channel with the tide
Seagulls go fishing
elsewhere.

Alliteration – according to Wikipedia

Alliteration is a stylistic literary device identified by the repeated sound of the first letter in a series of multiple words, or the repetition of the same letter sounds in stressed syllables of a phrase.[1]“Alliteration” is from the Latin word littera, meaning “letter of the alphabet”…

Alliteration narrowly refers to the repetition of a letter in any syllables that, according to the poem’s meter, are stressed,[3][4][5] as in James Thomson‘s verse “Come…dragging the lazy languid Line along”.[6] Another example is “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers”.

 

Alliteration can also add to the mood of a poem. If a poet repeats soft, melodious sounds, a calm or dignified mood can result. If harsh, hard sound are repeated, on the other hand, the mood can become tense or excited.

 

Poetry Challenge – Day One: Water

Looking for inspiration and a cure for writing procrastination I decided to accept the WordPress Challenge and write a poem a day for ten days. Okay, I can already hear the footsteps of a herd of elephants in retreat at the mention of the word ‘Poetry’.

My first attempt is a Tanka. The Prompt: Water

After some research I found this description for a Tanka, courtesy of www.edu.pe.ca

The Tanka poem is very similar to haiku but Tanka poems have more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor and personification.

The Tanka has five lines with the following syllable count for each line 5-7-5-7-7

the dying ocean (5)
steams like an empty kettle (7)
planet overheats (5)
until only scum remains.(7)
Politics in denial(7)

Fellow poets: I am looking for critique… so please don’t be bashful.

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Remembrance Day: A Tribute To Our Brave Soldiers…

Remembrance Day, or Poppy Day is a memorial day which has been observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War. It is the day when we remember the soldiers who have given their life in the line of duty.

The Cenotaph, Whitehall (London)

The Cenotaph, Whitehall (London)

I wrote this poem as tribute to our brave soldiers…

Lest We Forget

Two minutes silence marks your death
as we the nation remember
your sacrifice, with respect.
The silence echoes our private grief
while we the nation mourn our heroes.

Heroes, born to die in far away places
in battles old and new.
Haunting bugles lament your loss
while the Big Guns, salute you.
And we the nation remember
as we find solace in our thoughts.

Red poppies of Flander’s Field
their seeds from death and blood, reborn.
While we the nation wear with pride
our medal of respect.

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

Instant Celebrity – I Wish!

Today’s WordPress prompt: Instant Celebrity caught my attention.

If you could be a famous person for a day, who would you be? Why?

I love writing poetry but more importantly poetry that appeals to the masses. No hidden meanings or cryptic clues, just straight forward verse covering everyday subject matter. So if I could be a celebrity for a day it would have to be Pam Ayres – a poet, songwriter and comedian. Her poems and style appeal to my humour as she writes about everything from toothache, snoring to being buried with her dogs so they always had a bone or two to chew on! Yep, that’s my humour.

Pam Ayres

Pam Ayres

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the dangers beneath
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.

I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When I had more tooth there than fillin’
To give up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers,
And to buy something else with me shillin’.

When I think of the lollies I licked
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked…

Read more here and check out Pam Ayres website at www.pamayres.com/index.php

Does your Partner snore? This poem is a cracker!

This was my poor attempt at a Pam Ayres style poem.

The Ugly Bug Spring Jive

With the herald of spring the bugs start to arrive
in my Garden of Eden for the “Ugly Bug Jive”.

The weird and the ugly they give me the jitters
who may I ask created these critters?

There are black bugs and green bugs and stripy ones too
perhaps they’ve escaped from the Ugly Bug zoo?

Grasshoppers and spiders arrive at my door
the Jive’s in full swing so they take to the floor.

The Ugly Bug Jive is now the “In” thing
and a great way to cheer, the arrival of spring.

The birds, snakes and lizards come looking for lunch
hmmm… the “Ugly Bug” guests look a yummy bunch…

Gobble, gobble, gobble!

Anyone else a Pam Ayres fan?

Midlife Crisis?

Hot Lip Leggings

Hot Lip Leggings

So what’s with the studded boots and ‘hot lip’ leggings, you may well ask?

My friends inform me I’m having a midlife crisis – that or I’m going barking mad. I even threatened to have pink and purple rebellious highlights in my hair but the jury is still out on that idea! So why have these silly leggings awakened something deep and rebellious within me?

I wish I could stand up and scream: age is only a number – it’s how we feel that matters. It’s not that I dread getting older, it’s just the way marketing companies tag us with different labels. NO, I do not want pearls, nor do I want to subscribe to SAGA magazine, NOR am I a “silver surfer” – I’m me! And by the way, the anti-aging cream you advertise on TV and in glossy magazines, it’s a waste of money.

You pigeonhole us by age group, gender, income… blahdy blah…

I digress, so what’s with the boots and legging? The boots were the only pair wide enough to fit my trotters, and the leggings? Well let’s just say Mr. Piglet said, “You’re not buying those!” I secretly confess, the ‘hot lip leggings’ are rather bizarre but as they were the only leggings in my size, and I was looking for something warm and comfy to wear around the house I thought, “hey why not?”.

Never say to Piglet: You can’t or don’t. It’s like a red flag to a pig.

A couple of weeks later we were going to a party and as a joke I tried the leggings on with a black top and started prancing around. I had no intention of wearing them, honest!

“You can’t wear those!” exclaimed Mr. Piglet.

“Watch me!”

When we arrived at the party my friends looked at me in horror. My reply… “Midlife Crisis” and with that they smiled and nodded in agreement.

Midlife Crisis

A throwback hippy and sixties child
in midlife crisis, bold and wild.
I don’t need designer clothes,
Dior or Prada in which to pose.
My Primark leggings do just fine
as lips are such a cool design.

I may go wild and dye my hair
bright pink or purple, I don’t care.
Cut short and spiky to rebel
it’s midlife crisis, so what the hell!


As you grow older, do you get the urge to do crazy things?