Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A to Z Poetry: ZaniLa Rhyme

A ZaniLa Rhyme consists 4 lines per stanza with a  rhyme scheme of abcb and a syllable count of 9/7/9/9 per stanza. Line 3 contains internal rhyme and is repeated in each odd numbered stanza with the even stanzas contain the same line but swapped at the internal rhyme. The ZaniLa Rhyme has a minimum of 3 stanzas; no maximum length.




So we come to the end of the line

As you can clearly see

No need to rhyme, No need to keep time

In learning poetry A to Z



Poetry from worldly to divine

Make up the poets’ soul plea

No need to keep time, No need to rhyme

From the mountain tops down to the sea



As the dawn's sun fades the stars that shine

Our learning ends, I decree

No need to rhyme, No need to keep time

Read and enjoy A Full Cup of Tea



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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Zebra Crossing

Black and White
Traverse treacherous plains
Zebra Crossing

Carpe Diem: Honey
Honey in my tea
Swirls of green and amber
Tastes so sweet


Monday, April 29, 2013

A to Z Poetry: Yeats

Today we'll change it up a bit and feature one of the twentieth centuries most prominent poets, W. B. Yeats Nobel Laureate from Ireland.

"Yeats is generally considered one of the twentieth century's key English language poets. He was a Symbolist poet, in that he used allusive imagery and symbolic structures throughout his career. Yeats chose words and assembled them so that, in addition to a particular meaning, they suggest other abstract thoughts that may seem more significant and resonant. His use of symbols[78] is usually something physical that is both itself and a suggestion of other, perhaps immaterial, timeless qualities.[79] Unlike other modernists who experimented with free verse, Yeats was a master of the traditional forms.[80] The impact of modernism on his work can be seen in the increasing abandonment of the more conventionally poetic diction of his early work in favour of the more austere language and more direct approach to his themes that increasingly characterises the poetry and plays of his middle period, comprising the volumes In the Seven Woods, Responsibilities and The Green Helmet.[81] His later poetry and plays are written in a more personal vein, and the works written in the last twenty years of his life include mention of his son and daughter,[82] as well as meditations on the experience of growing old."




William Butler Yeats photographed in 1911 by George Charles Beresford



Here is an example of one of those meditations:

When You are Old

  by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526#sthash.S8NN4cNW.dpuf
 When You Are Old



When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;



How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;



And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Youngling

Younglings gather
'Round the storyteller
 Mysteries alive

Carpe Diem: Under the willow

under the willow
napping cat
mice play 

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526#sthash.S8NN4cNW.dpuf

When You are Old

  by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526#sthash.S8NN4cNW.dpuf

When You are Old

  by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526#sthash.S8NN4cNW.dpuf

When You are Old

  by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526#sthash.S8NN4cNW.dpuf

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A to Z Poetry: X-rated Poems (Discussion Only)

What is X-rated poetry?
Dictionary.com defines x-rated as:
adjective
1. (of a motion picture) having a rating of X; intended for adults only.
2. obscene, sexually explicit, or vulgar: X-rated language; X-rated magazines.

So, poetry having mature content of a sexual nature or obscene language could be considered X-rated. Though, explicit stories and lyrics are not something of modern poetry and rap music. Take the Big Bang Theory's take on Chaucer's 14th century "The Miller's Tale,"



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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Xerox

copies of my heart
flowing fast in black and white
lost dog, please call

Carpe Diem: Storyteller

tales of old
come alive tonight
like magic

Friday, April 26, 2013

A to Z Poetry: Wrapped Refrain Poems

A wrapped refrain poem consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines with a syllable count of 8,8,8,8,12,12 and rhyme scheme of a,a,b,b,c,c. In each stanza the first 4 syllables in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (at the end of the last line, thus wrapping each stanza with a repeated refrain.

Optional: The first stanza refrain and last stanza refrain can be joined (loosely or not) together for the title of the poem.





Gentle Rain Falls on Blooming Flowers



Gentle rain falls on spring flowers

Blooming into April showers

Torrent rains pour from the skies

The new born flower a bed cries

As lightning flashes overhead yet thunder calls

The violent storm’s retreat; and gentle rain falls



Flowers blooming in bright sunshine

Dance to the tune of the wind chime

As we skip around the May pole

Atop the freshly painted knoll

Singing folk songs, innocent and unassuming

Spinning 'round and laughing at the flowers blooming

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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Waterfall
Carpe Diem: Chocalate

gum drops, bonbons,
chocolate waterfall
candy dreams

Thursday, April 25, 2013

A to Z PoetryL: Villanelle Poems

A villanelle poem is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2, the first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together as the last two lines.

This is one of my favorite forms, but I noticed my template was missing a stanza so I wonder if my older ones have all 19 lines? Oh well :) 
Yes, I have a template; I'm an engineer! That's why I like poetry forms with syllable counts and repeating lines :) It blends creativity and math!
 

Pull Slow

Pull the forest's layering slow
Underneath the leaves, moss and mold
The magic is hidden below

It’s a secret that I know
Hidden in the hills of old
So, pull the forest's layering slow

The fae dance to and fro
Celebrating the end of  winter’s cold
The magic is hidden below

When spring’s warm breezes blow
The fairies delight in the stars’ twinkling gold
So, pull the forest's layering slow

Dissent flute  harmonies flow
as mystic drum beats take hold
The magic is hidden below

Beneath the Pink Moon’s glow
Ancient powers unfold
So, pull the forest's layering slow
The magic is hidden below

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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Volcano

her heart burns

as the angry sea churns through the night

Carpe Diem: Full Pink Moon
 

tending to dreams
beneath the full pink moon
writing away

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A to Z Poetry: Ubi Sunt Poems

Alright, we're down to 'U' now, getting down to some of the toughest letters of the alphabet. Some of these I'm not going to write a poem for, but I'm going to provide you with some enduring cultural references on the poetry form. Ubi Sunt happens to be the first of those forms. I had a hard time finding an actual poetic form that began with the letter 'U,' but stumbled upon this gem late in the game.


Ubi Sunt is a poetic theme asking "where are" they, where have they gone. The theme began in Medieval Latin, with the formula ubi sunt used to introduce a roll-call of the dead or missing and to suggest how transitory life is.

The theme continued through France and England and was even used by Shakespeare in a variation.The best known Ubi Sunt is Gaudeamus igitur, known as a beer-drinking song in many ancient universities and is the official song of many schools, colleges, universities, institutions, and student societies. It has survived the test of time and appeared wholly or partly in several motion pictures.

In Latin and English:

Gaudeamus igitur,
Juvenes dum sumus;
Post icundum iuventutem,
Post molestam senectutem
Nos habebit humus.
Let us therefore rejoice,
While we are young;
After our youth,
After a troublesome old age
The ground will hold us.
Vita nostra brevis est,
Brevi finietur;
Venit mors velociter,
Rapit nos atrociter;
Nemini parcetur.
Our life is brief,
It will shortly end;
Death comes quickly,
Cruelly snatches us;
No-one is spared.
Ubi sint qui ante nos
In mundo fuere?
Vadite ad superos,
Transite in inferos
Hos si vis videre.
Where are those who before us
Existed in the world?
You may go up to the gods,
You may cross into the underworld
If you wish to see them.
Vivat academia,
Vivant professores,
Vivat membrum quodlibet,
Vivat membra quaelibet;
Semper sint in flore!
Long live the university,
Long live the teachers,
Long live each male student,
Long live each female student;
May they always flourish!
Vivat et republica
Et qui illam regit.
Vivat nostra civitas,
Maecenatum caritas
Quae nos hic protegit.
Long live the state
And those who rule it.
Long live our city,
And the charity of benefactors
Which protects us here.
Vivant omnes virgines,
Faciles, formosae!
Vivant et mulieres,
Tenerae, amabiles,
Bonae, laboriosae.
Long live all young women,
Easy and beautiful!
Long live wives as well,
Tender, loveable,
Honest, hardworking.
Pereat tristitia,
Pereant osores.
Pereat diabolus,
Quivis antiburschius
Atque irrisores!
Perish sadness,
Perish haters.
Perish the devil,
Whoever is against the student fraternity,
As well those who mock us!
Quis confluxus hodie
Academicorum?
E longinquo convenerunt,
Protinusque successerunt
In commune forum.
Who has gathered now
Of the university?
They gather from long distances,
Immediately joining
Our common forum.
Vivat nostra societas,
Vivant studiosi!
Crescat una veritas,
Floreat fraternitas,
Patriae prosperitas.
Long live our fellowship,
Long live the studious!
May truth and honesty thrive,
Flourish with our fraternity,
And our homeland be prosperous.
Alma Mater floreat,
Quae nos educavit;
Caros et commilitones,
Dissitas in regiones
Sparsos, congregavit.
May our Alma Mater thrive,
That which educated us;
Dear ones and comrades,
Who we let scatter afar,
Let us assemble.



Performed as the musical theme of the classic 1951 Joseph L. Mankiewicz's film People Will Talk, delightfully "conducted" by Cary Grant .
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Today's Haiku

Haiku Heights April A to Z: Uproot

time to uroot
pack up, clean the closets
moving again

Carpe Diem: Pigeon

pigeons wait
for newly washed car
dive bomb