tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39811656170495449822024-02-20T13:31:42.030-05:00Zephyr Ink: A Poetry BlogZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-28599868210046301842011-02-11T22:52:00.003-05:002011-02-12T12:06:13.548-05:00Poems UnrelatedHello Interwebs. Welcome to the land of Friday. Last round of cinquains today. Oh no! But you know that just means a new form next week.<br />
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Today was pretty good, my work study advisor might be raising my payrate which is always exciting. I ate an orange scone, which was delicious. Went to a poetry reading thing, it was nice. The dude was funny, but stumbled a bit on his words. But like mad props for getting on stage dude. <br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“The Color Blue”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">River</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">different girl</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">floating, flowing, killing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">childhood stolen, turned assassin</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tam</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“What's In A Life?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">hourglasses</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">sliver, slipstream</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">sliding, singing, dropping</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">counting out each sand</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Linedance”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">color</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">subjective, bright</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">blinding, dimming, melting</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">filling in lost memories</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">details</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-51487259797427574872011-02-09T11:34:00.015-05:002011-02-12T11:49:25.196-05:00Return of the DorkHi Internets, it's time traveling-wednesday. (I missed updating on wednesday itself, so I'm backdating the post. SO I'M FROM THE FUTURE. scary).<br />
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Been feeling a lot better. Watched some Star Trek. Visited my friends and followed a 40K battle, and played mario kart wii as another TV was on CoD:Black Ops. How we roll.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Purple Cut Steel”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Chessex</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Polyhedral, number-bound</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">rolling, turning, dancing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">deciding on our fates</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Gemini</div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“SF^2”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wednesdays</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">short, friendly</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">waiting, watching, shifting</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">middle of the week</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hopeful</div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Double Sided” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Jedi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">magic blood</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">dancing, moving, fighting</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a souls eternal battle</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sith</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-33512223686918512942011-02-08T23:15:00.012-05:002011-02-09T00:02:10.688-05:00Of Green Houses and Brown TreesHi Internet. I have a bad cold / weak flu.<br />
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So I'll be doing Cinquain poetry this week on account of it not killing my brain too badly. Cinquains have five lines, and the first is a word, the second is two describing words, line three is action / -ing words, line four is for expressing "feeling", and line five is one word.<br />
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It is a Tuesday, late but still Tuesday, and so I turn to the Magpie. (Magpie 52 of a tree in front of a green house: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/02/mag-52.html)<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“A Pale Frame” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Window</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">tall, mirror-like</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">opening, closing, clicking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">smudged by memories touch </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Reflections</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“To Be, Or Not”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Snow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">soft, fluffy</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">falling, growing, changing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the world made new</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Blank</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Funny Meanings” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Buildings</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">green, wide</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">sitting, protecting, nurturing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">children of old trees</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Houses</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-84765812260336203582011-02-04T18:48:00.000-05:002011-02-04T18:48:48.820-05:00Lindbergh Palace<div style="font-family: inherit;">What's new internet? </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Today I have a poem for you that's inspired by a song. The song is called Day's Don't Fade, and is by Lindbergh Palace. It's a pretty snazzy song, I recommend a listen to it. And of course this rounds out the Curtal Sonnets (yay) and onto something new next week. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Day's Don't Fade.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">The way that sunlight, moonlight, starlight must </div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">the memories they carry with them on the wind</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Building up a reservoir, a blockade</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">protecting you with a thicker crust</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">secret moments of the soul, suspended forever in times,</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">connections with the future, bridges to the past </div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Reminds you of what beauty is.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">more like Calcifer, and less like a single ember</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">All of those fantastical times, they were a blast,</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Remember.</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-32403918020696373052011-02-03T21:10:00.001-05:002011-02-03T21:11:10.598-05:00Uncanny !<div style="font-family: inherit;">Welcome Internets, to part II of the Curtal sonnets.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">I haven't really been up to much as of recently. Contemplating buying the Jubilee and Wolverine comic that just came out a few days ago. It's a new mini-series (1 of 4). Looks like fun, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to get the rest of the issues, since I'd be ordering online, and shipping is annoying (for this first comic it wouldn't be, since I have to buy other stuff anyways). Oh the problems in my life. Haha. >.<</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Until I decide whether I want that comic or not, here's a poem about Kitty Pryde. Because apparently that's how I roll sonnets (or sonnet-esk things), in comic book clothes. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Once there was a girl, her name was Kitty Pryde</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Once only for a sweet, light foil</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Once just the little kid sister amongst the guys</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">But then she got her own mini-series, became bonafide</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Shared it with Wolverine, of course, the X-men's oil</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">But was stronger than he and Ogun combined, proving her value as an ally.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">Rolling up with Lockheed the alien dragon at her side,</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">you know you can't argue with that kind of bonding physic. </div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">And there she goes with the crew again, off to save another day,</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;">So if you see a girl that's just phasing or levitating by,</div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Say Hey!</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-18903135033183227622011-02-01T19:46:00.000-05:002011-02-01T19:46:11.274-05:00Curtal, Curtal, Sounds Like a Little Bird<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hey Internet's.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Wow it's been a long day, and it's not over yet. Wrote a too-long how-to article for my magazine class this morning, went to class, been reading media theory (omg my head), and typing, and now doing this. Soon will have tea and be watching Dollhouse, maybe playing some video game. we'll see where to night leads us in its darkness. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm going to try Curtal Sonnets. This one is a killer. It's a sonnet that is 11 (or 10 and a half) lines. And I'm like super-duper bad at knowing how to stress <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">syllables</span>. So, I'mma shoot in the dark with this, and hope I at least don't kill anyone. </span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sounds like a little bird</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">singing on the window sill</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">dreaming of the sun coming up around</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There it goes, flying off blurred</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">it is heading out to find it's lost sun, going downhill</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">leaving behind its tree, a ghost-town</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On it's journey, if finds instead a bright moon</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wherein there were little rabbits, fishing for water</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But the birds wings were growing week, strained</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And then the next little afternoon,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> it rained. </div></span><br />
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...Yeah.ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-39603175901780354452011-01-28T21:07:00.002-05:002011-01-28T21:08:16.265-05:00Carpe that Diem! (Or Noctem)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Bonjour Internets.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The boy from Monday decided the other day that we should stop seeing each other. It's weird. But I think it'll be ok. Funny how much it fail to hurt in comparison to what I thought it would you know? Such is life I guess. Can't learn to fly before you fall, or land and ollie before failing. Nothing works out all the time. That's part of the magic of the game of it I think. But I wonder if failure is such a good thing to get cozy with?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Last round of Carpe Diem (or Noctem this time around!)</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Noctem”</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">frost comes calling in the middle of the night</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">much to many people's delight</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">yet finding the way through ice and snow, we must find a place to go</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">in the library there is a friendly hug</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">and cookies in the ancient stable over there</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">things happen in funny circles</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">like rivers</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">life is full of funny things</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">the curiouser, the curiouser</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">life is what it is</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">ollie down that stairway</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">breathing in the pavement studded moonlight</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">dance through a crowded city</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">drinking the movement</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Roll little one, roll, </span></span></span> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Statues we are not</span></span></span></div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-88684113656594653352011-01-27T17:24:00.000-05:002011-01-27T17:24:12.276-05:00A Poem About TeaHola Internets.<br />
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So the meeting for the school literary magazine went well. Have to do a lot of planning for this semester, and come up with a way to advertise the magazine's release around campus. As well as you know, layout, and editing, and printing, and all the other stuff we didn't do as much of last semester. Also, in other news, I turned in my first article of the winter / spring to the school newspaper. Hopefully the editor will learn to spell my name correctly this semester. <br />
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But besides that, Carpe Diem poetry time! (Ok, it's a little lose on the theme, but I tried, so that counts...right?)<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">strawberry tea, strawberry tea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with a hint of kiwi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the smell of summer calling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and an underlying hint of blooming spring</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet the snow is falling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">outside the window,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the wind and ice gathering deep</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">strawberry tea, strawberry tea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with a hint of kiwi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">dried fruit of seasons past</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">defusing bright red in a glass</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet the snow is falling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the blue mantel, blocked out</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">birds sleeping, rather than singing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">strawberry tea, strawberry tea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with a hint of kiwi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the sun never came out today</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">as the clouds were falling down</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet the snow is falling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">laughter hangs on the air</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">as snowballs crash on plain glass doors</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">strawberry tea, strawberry tea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with a hint of kiwi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how warm you are inside</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a dawning bit of sunlight</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet the snow is falling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and we will go out and play</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">having fun in the cold all day</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">strawberry tea, strawberry tea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with a hint of kiwi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">your summer is so beautiful, but so far away</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the white stark wonderland is here today</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-21765818384781937032011-01-25T11:39:00.000-05:002011-01-25T11:39:59.684-05:00Roll To Me (Magpie Day!)Hey Internets, my roommate is playing that song (see title) and jamming out. I'm waiting for my laundry to finish washing, and am standing on shaky ground with the kid I was kind of seeing. We got into a crazy fight yesterday, the type where silence is deafiningly loud and more hurtful than any words you could bother to come up with. I feel like I ought to cry, but I know that's not going to happen. So that makes me feel worse about it. *headdesk* Relationships are weird.<br />
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But to the Magpie! (And later tonight I have to go to my Literary magazine meeting, yay!) <br />
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Today's Magpie, (Found Here: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/01/mag-50.html) Has a picture of a wood with a spray-painted arrow across the top. Kind of Robert Frost-y with the roads in a wood thing diverging. Only the woods are telling you, HEY LISTEN GO OVER THERE>>>> <br />
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This weeks poem style is Carpe Diem (Oh, boyyyy.... but really, I think I need it) Definition: <span style="color: purple;"><b>Carpe diem is a Latin expression that means "seize the day." Carpe diem poems have the theme of living for today. </b><span style="color: black;">(think Gather Ye Rosebuds) So let's get rollin' !</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The kettle is singing my darling</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Can you hear it ringing?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The world is calling for you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wake Up. Wake Up. Wake Up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">How can you do anything if you don't come to greet the daylight?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Everything is turning, everything is moving, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">like the motion of a skateboard</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">hugging the curves of the Earth</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The day is early yet, the sun is rising bright,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Can you hear the birds singing?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They miss you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wake Up. Wake Up. Wake Up. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Are you lost up in the wood?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Thinking of the Frost</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">you feet know the way better than you do,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">follow where their arrows lead</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sometimes the path you chose is not the best one,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Can't you see there is still time to go back again?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fix everything, and re-chart like a lost ship drifting in the night</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </div>Wake Up. Wake Up. Wake Up.<span style="color: purple;"><b> </b></span>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-88132492408794519842011-01-21T18:23:00.000-05:002011-01-21T18:23:49.440-05:00Acrostics, Part IIIHello Internets, keeping it light on the rant today and higher on the poetry. So let's just dive along right into our last little batch of acrostics. Warning: There is no reasoning / theme behind the poetry today, it's all just a chaotic fall down a pretty hole of mind.Though, I guess, it is at least a little "adventure-y". <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Pomegranates” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>M</b>ingling on the edge of a new day</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I</b>lluminating the tips of stars,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>D</b>istant though they are</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>N</b>ever asking much to be done</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I</b>magining the flight of owl's feeding</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>G</b>rowing on in length</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>H</b>elplessly leaking away, until tomorrow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>T</b>hinning out, as dawn breaks </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Azalea” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>D</b>ungeons and dragons and magical things</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I</b>n a world unseen, but quite well known</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>C</b>haracters of all sorts, birthed like Athena</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>E</b>veryone gathering for new adventures to foreign shores</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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We're still doing acrostics poetry today, yes, but the subject matter is a little more serious than you will probable ever read in this blog definitively before, and most probably after. I live near-ish to Philadelphia. Philadelphia has a lot of art museums and such likes. Lots. And I've been in the Art museum, you know the fake-roman looking one with the Rocky statue out front, and let me tell you -- it isn't anything special. And I'm not just saying that because I've been in the Louvre. (The Louvre is of course better) I mean I've even been in photography museums and things and yes "Oh Edward Weston!" everyone says, yeah ok, man was great at doing innovative stuff for that time but I hardly think he is to photography what William Gibson's Neuromancer is to cyberpunk fiction. What am I getting at? Oh yes, <br />
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The Barnes Museum. F'Philadelphia and Ed Rendell and all the other stupid people. You do not mess with Albert C. Barnes. You can't just move his stuff. I know they went threw all the legal loopholes and yad, yad, yad. Still it's annoying, and dumb, and insulting to the nature of art. Mr. Barnes used his collection as a teaching tool, the building was a school, closed to the public, open to people that actually care. Most people don't really care about art, frankly. Not in the way where it is more than a social, money thing. Art is meant not to be looked at for it's monetary value, or even for aesthetic beauty, but more for what it shows us about ourselves as humans. This move shows us how horriblly greedy, selfish, and disrespective people can really grow to be.<br />
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And that, I think, is the biggest shame.<br />
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So only one poem today, on account of how long my rant has been.<br />
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My classes at university are starting this week, which means slogging across campus in the snow and slushy rain for class, and meetings, and clubs, and other things. But all for the power / benefit of education right? Right. So this week I have acrostic (also called name) poems for you. I know, not very creative on my part compared to last week's Ballads. But you know, I am trying here. Ok, so acrostic poetry, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>tells about the word. It uses the letters of the word for the first letter of each line." </b></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Blue Slush”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>C</b>alling people </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>E</b>verywhere</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>L</b>istening and learning</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>L</b>ife, developing all the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>P</b>erspectives shifting in and out of view</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>H</b>oping to share joys and trumps and sorrows</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>O</b>pening up minds and bits of soul</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>N</b>ot yet wanting to let go</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>E</b>nding the connecting</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>F</b>ocusing in on things</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>L</b>etting the darkness run</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>A</b>way in fear</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>S</b>hining, shining pin pricks</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>H</b>oping to mimic distant stars</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>L</b>aughing all the while</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I</b>nconceivable madness</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>G</b>rowing big, growing small, a simple turn</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>H</b>itting everywhere, soaking swaths of spaces and rooms</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>T</b>raveling at the physical constant of <i>c</i></div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-36731254067570944292011-01-14T20:58:00.001-05:002011-01-14T20:59:16.773-05:00The Nine O'Clock MuseGreetings Internets. I am posting this poetry entry a bit later than perhaps is normal tonight since I had family things to deal with earlier in the day. So I guess we best be on with it, without any elephants hopefully about. Keeping it short on account of it starting to get on in hours. <br />
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I'm terribly sorry in advance about the lack of sense this poem is probably going to make to you.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“The Beauty of It”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A little black robot sat on a shelf</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">hiding behind a cat</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet the cat, he well, liked to live behind the kangaroo</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">not the kangaroo on the bookshelf mind, but one akin the same</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we see</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how they act and turn in twine</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">based on our perceptions, changing drastically all the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the green dinosaur is bold,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the yellow one perhaps less so</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">but better than the sheep,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">hiding in a hollow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we see</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how they act and turn in twine</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">based on our perceptions, changing drastically all the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a battery is charming</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a mint can holds forbidden sands</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">while the mints sit sitting in a baseball's hand</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">leaving the yellow fabric of it all alone</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we see</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how they act and turn in twine</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">based on our perceptions, changing drastically all the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a box of shells smiles on its mount</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">above a trio of jewel cases</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">yet still a bit timid in it's pride</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">letting the screws and brick shine</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we see</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the way we be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how they act and turn in twine</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">based on our perceptions, changing drastically all the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A pagoda in the distance, beyond the reach of time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">built and yet flimsy,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">protected by a weaken dragon</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">holding a banner of fortune paper</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The way we see.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The way we be.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">How they act and turn in twine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Based on our perceptions, changing drastically all the time.</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-3702193662377591322011-01-13T13:57:00.000-05:002011-01-13T13:57:07.440-05:00Ballad Poetry, Take IISo Internets, today's poem I hope is a bit more traditional in the form of it's subject, at least as far as a ballad goes. It's not very love based like some ballads are, but at least this one has a journey and more of a prose-story edge to it. Which I hope makes it easier to follow along with compared to yesterdays poetry. It's very classic, nay, sterotypical fantasy fair, but I think it has a certain sense of spoken flow to in that makes it cute.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Wayfaring”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There once was a girl who went walking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">into the forest went she</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and found quite astonishingly,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a little old god who forgot who he was and went on the road with she</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">off on a journey they go</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">wanting to find who left them behind</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through the hills all lined with snow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">down to the oceans and the shores of trade winds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There once was a girl who went walking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">'til the end of the road,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">where commissioned a ship did she</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and the little old god followed along quite enthusiastically </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">off on a journey they go</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">wanting to find who left them behind</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through the hills all lined with snow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">down to the oceans and the shores of trade winds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On the high sea the girl had stopped walking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">couldn't really swing it you see,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">so finally had time to stop and think did she</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and the little old god found this new company quite dreary</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">off on a journey they go</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">wanting to find who left them behind</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through the hills all lined with snow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">down to the oceans and the shores of trade winds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On the high sea the girl had stopped walking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">but a storm had found the ship you see</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and so up into the the rigging went she</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and the little old god stopped and stared, finding the weather endearing </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">off on a journey they go</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">wanting to find who left them behind</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through the hills all lined with snow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">down to the oceans and the shores of trade winds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The girl was astounded by what was to be seen</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the sky had started singing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and the little old god danced, all the way up, high above the sea</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">leaving the girl this time to follow rather than lead.</div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-51709284456232690072011-01-11T17:41:00.001-05:002011-01-11T17:48:46.301-05:00Musical Poetry, Ft. Magpie 48Hey Internets.<br />
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So Magpie Tales (http://magpietales.blogspot.com/) is a blog that updates about once a week with a photography prompt with which you are to base your poetry off of. This week's photo is of some sheet music, so in addition to today's poem being inspired (abet, it turns out, loosely) by the photography, this week's theme gets to be Ballad style poetry. Ballad poems are "<span style="color: purple;"><b>poems that tells a story similar to a folk tale or legend and often has a repeated refrain. A ballad is often about love and often sung. A ballad is a story in poetic form" </b></span><br />
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Oh snap, diving deep in uncharted waters this week! I am probably only going to have one of these for each post this week since they are a bit longer than what I did last week with the ABC poems. But maybe I will feel some inspiration later on in the week...but probably not. <br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Fold and Flow”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, why are thou so sad?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The darling dear just sat and stared and naught a word said she.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">working nightclub DJ rounds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh Albatross, oh Albatross can't you hear the sounds?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Come here little dear and listen to the symphony that is happening all around. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The world is not a place a fear, nor a place of harm, but a cozy blanket built of sound. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">working nightclub DJ rounds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, is that a bit of a smile that I see? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am glad you are at the very least trying to humor me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet that is not the point you see. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am just attempting to find ways to make you happy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">working nightclub DJ rounds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, wont you come and follow me?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We can find ways to relax your mind, and maybe set your soul free.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You are not yet dead my little Albatross, the goddess of death does not yet own you.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Come along, come along, before your heart does freeze.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Staying here is not any good for you, or me, but I will if you make me. </div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-60543568031833518322011-01-07T16:10:00.002-05:002011-01-10T22:16:24.410-05:00Snow PoemsIt's Friday -- that makes this my first full week doing this! (on a T/R/F schedule) Isn't that so cool? I think it is, and kind of exciting. Also, that makes today the last batch of ABC Poems. On to new ground next week!<br />
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It snowed here this morning. I mean it has snowed here this winter already, but this is the first time in 2011. It's not much, just a few inches, but it's white, and fluffy, and cold. And my parent's dogs hate being outside in it. It's so funny to look at though, because there are still little bits of the tops of grass poking through the snow, so it looks more like it is partly melted rather than freshly fallen.<br />
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“Friday Mornings”<br />
Abound in colder times<br />
Blanketing the world,<br />
Covering all in natural insulation<br />
Dogs barking at wispy bits of cloud fall<br />
Excited and entranced by this new gift from the sky<br />
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“Child's Eye”<br />
A time of magic, of grace<br />
Birthed into a new world<br />
Curiosity blooming at new surroundings<br />
Driven by desire,<br />
Embracing the wonder of wonderlands<br />
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“Elements”<br />
At the time of reckoning<br />
Balanced on the edge of it<br />
Color takes its absences<br />
Decorating everything grayscale<br />
Exiting to hibernation, waiting to become springZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-47279235219939796282011-01-06T13:53:00.002-05:002011-01-11T17:49:31.487-05:00To Boldy Go To ... Somewhere -- And Beyond !Well, hello again Internets. It's Thursday.<br />
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I feel like I ought to make a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy pun or something. But wait for the poems anyway, they're at least space-themed. Because I found little plastic dinosaurs in an old toy box of mine (yes, I've been spending my holiday's cleaning, because that's how exciting my life is), and they remind me of one of the opening scenes of <i>Firefly</i>. And yes, I do consider making space-poems in reference to TV shows / books / movies as perfectly legit. If Richard Harteis can publish a poem called "Star Trek III" in my EN199 Understanding Literature book (p 1147), then I am more than allowed to be dorky in my own blog. <br />
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To the ABC poems -- And Beyond!<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Of Green and Yellow”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Aboard a spaceship</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Bridge, to be exact</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dinosaurs pushed aside, navigation signals squeaking</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Etching memories into forever, children of eternity. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“A Ballerina’s Knife”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At the edge of a hallway,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Ballistic shells failing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Courage and anger grabs a long suffering girl,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dismantling Reavers</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Earning her brother – and crew's – safety. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Arthur never really liked Thursdays</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Been robbed of more than a home, a planet</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Caught by Vogon's</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Determined NOT to have his brain extracted by mice</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Ending up just going to lunch, at the end of the universe. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Ok, so there is your HHGTTG reference. See I did better than a pun, I gave you a poem. </div>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981165617049544982.post-56686589173372592752011-01-04T15:58:00.001-05:002011-01-11T17:49:46.918-05:00January: New Years Challange / Beginnings (ft. Rabbits)Hello Internet. I must admit something to you, I've been very lax with myself about working on an idea I came up with to work on a few months ago, and that idea was to write a poem every day and I've fallen rather far behind on this prospect. <br />
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That Changes. Now.<br />
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For part of New Years, I've decided to create a regular post schedule for this blog (which will be Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, because that's the most logical choice my brain came up with). And each week will be a "theme" or rather "type" of poetry for me to try each week. Since there are about 51 types of poems (that I know of) this works out pretty week. I might break down "sonnets" into Pushkin and Shakespearean (because they're my favorites) to round the weeks out to a solid 52.<br />
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The format will be very basic: I rant for however long about something or other (if I feel the need) and then at the bottom will be the poem(s) for that day. This week's type is ABC Poetry. Which is by rough definition "<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><b>a series of lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines are made up of words and phrases. The first word of line 1 begins with an A, the first word of line 2 begins with a B etc." </b><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">So off we go down the rabbit hole (where hopefully the spacing of lines / stanzas wont kill us) on this new adventure...</span></span><br />
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<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">"Jade Rabbits"</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Absolutely, absitively, confident in this</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Beginning anew like fresh plant cuttings</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Curling towards the sun, growing stronger</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Determined to reach the clouds, nay, the very stars</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Exploring new possibilities on the wings of dreams.</span></span><br />
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<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">"Toy Kit"</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">A little bit orange, but quite a lot white</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Blinking, silently with red eyes</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Calmly hopping very slowly</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Dancing really, if it can be said to</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Exuberant and happy, perfectly smiling. Always. </span></span><br />
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<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">"Spaghetti Toppings"</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Acanthoid structures poking out </span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Broken under the strain of living</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Cracked and torn</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Devoid now of qi</span></span><br />
<span _mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"><span _mce_style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Expertly captured, killed, and grilled.</span></span>ZephyrInkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215731719168003258noreply@blogger.com0