Saturday, April 04, 2015

Thiings we will never see -- Day 4 of NaPoWriMo 2015

Things we will never see .
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For sure the wind, pushes our boat
Electrical current, it works
Electrical voltage, it shocks
Do you see light, catch a handful
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We know the effects of all these
And then some. More, many, we find 
Results we know, deductive all
Science finds new ones every day
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The wind is simplest, windmills turn
Who can forget those pretty legs
Bared by breeze, Marilyn Monroe--
Lifted her skirt high as her head

Romantic all, better so than
A piece of wire, sail on our boat,
Light bulb, or blade of a windmill
Comes to mind, action, from each force 

 
Harbor on Bosporus Strait, Istanbul, Turkey.  Link to 
Our 2013 Venice-Istanbul-Black Sea-Athens cruise
Treasured pieces of grown people -- sail boats?
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- NaPoWriMo 2015 is a project to write a poem every day in April, National Poetry Month.  I am not sure that I will write one every day, we will see.
 - Today I'm linked with Isadora Gruye's piece, "Caution: Tender Buttons," continuing with Day 4 of Poems in April at the
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  and also Day 4 of NaPoWriMo 2015
 - Izzy's directions:  Read the excerpts from Tender Buttons below and write a short poem about an object, foods, or a room in the style of Stein.  I chose some objects, an invisible ones, then devoted a stanza for wind as my prompt for writing my short piece.  Below I am posting one piece of Gertrude Stein's work, Tender Buttons from Izzy's.  

Excerpt from Tender Buttons:
 
"... What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
What is the wind, what is it. ..."

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Friday, April 03, 2015

Crying Song -- Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2015


I cry when I'm alone

I cry when I'm alone
You've been gone so long, so long
Since you left I sing no song
You know how I cry
I cry when I'm alone

I cry when I'm alone
My cup has run dry, run dry
Can't get past, don't want to try
You know how I cry
I cry when I'm alone

I cry when I'm alone
I wait for you to come back
My system's been out of whack
You know how I cry
I cry when I'm alone
 
I cry when I'm alone
Baby, I don't eat, don't eat
The dog cries, misses her treat
You know how we cry
We cry when we're alone

I cry when I'm alone
I cry for you all the day
"Come back," every night I pray
You know how I cry
I cry when I'm alone

I cry when I'm alone
Our love shouldn't end this way
I love you still, even more
Do you love me some 
And cry when you're alone

Baby, please come home, come home

 
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- NaPoWriMo 2015 is a project to write a poem every day in April, National Poetry Month.  I am not sure that I will write one every day, we will see.
 - Today I'm linked with Fireblossom's piece, "Fireblossom Friday: Sing It, Toads," continuing with Day 3 of Poems in April at the
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  and also Week Two Countdown: Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2015
 - Fireblossom wants us to Write an original NEW song lyric.  She is an excellent singer and does write some of her own songs.  For sure I cannot match that, I've even been told to leave, not sing, in a church choir. 
 - My 'song' might be C&W, but since I can't sing, I am not sure.  I tried going along with it and the song does sing a little on its mournful own.
 

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Thursday, April 02, 2015

The House, my Home -- Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2015

 
 
The house, my home
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The house that raised me is no more
First it crashed and fell, none was hurt
Then it crashed and burned, insulted

The house where I was born, first drink
The house where I said my first word
That word was "Von", beloved dog

House of memories, house is gone
House of loving, house of terror
The house can't tell, neither will I

The house was made a home, my rock
Always there for me, family
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- NaPoWriMo 2015 is a project to write a poem every day in April, National Poetry Month.  I am not sure that I will write one every day, we will see.
 - Today I'm linked with Mama Zen's piece, "The House That Built Youcontinuing with Day 2 of Poems in April at the
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  and Week Two Countdown: Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2015
 
Notes:
2.  The old home, moved to our farm in the 1910's, pictured above had my sleeping porch on the right,  facing you.  It was this porch upon which the tree fell. 
. . .By then the house was abandoned for the raccoons to play and was never restored to be a useable porch.  In the winter I would have frost on my blanket when I awoke in the mornings.  My sister and I sold it in 2007 and the new owners bulldozed and burned our old house.

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Wednesday, April 01, 2015

did you ever know "Abou Ben Adhem?" -- Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2015


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[I am the boy in back]

What do you know about Ben

Who do you relate him with?  Yourself?
Abou Ben Adhem I'm talking about
Though many have never heard of this man
He was my favorite poetry hero
 
Besides Kilmer's "A Tree" and nursery rhymes,
I'd recite Abou Ben Adhem from heart
Always have loved the 'rhymes, still repeat most
"A Tree" was first  memorized, no big deal
 
Why do I like Abou Ben Adam still? 
He, my kind of guy, 'loved his fellow man'
One room school, heard it over and over
My older school mates memorized it too

Him and Leigh Hunt I try to imitate   
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 - NaPoWriMo 2015 is a project to write a poem every day in April, National Poetry Month.  I am not sure that I will write one every day, we will see.
 - Today I'm linked with Magaly's "What Sparked Your Poetic Heart?" starting Day 1 of Poems in April at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
and Week One Countdown: Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2015
 - There generally were between eight and ten in our one room, grades 1-8, country school in rural Nebraska.  I am not really sure that the others memorized Abou Ben Adhem for me to hear. 
 - I first met Ben from my mother's poetry book that I found when doing some childhood snooping.  My teacher was happy that I had memorized it as my literature project.  I still have her little book.
 - Below is what I found at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173698#poem
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Abou Ben Adhem

By Leigh Hunt 1784–1859 Leigh Hunt
     
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
 
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
 
 

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Ride -- Sunday Challenge poem

 
The Ride;
Follow, coach, ride, here
 
Where ever you lead I'm sure to follow (a)
Paths unknown tend to be a bumpy ride (b) 
Even so I'll take the chance, you're my coach (c) 
In your steps I want to be, now and here (d) 
 
Say it softly and nice, your words I'll hear (d)
Help me to love, encourage me and coach (c) 
In my ear, after you will I follow (a) 
Cooing and love-struck I'll happily ride (b)
 
Side by side, the two of us, we will ride (b) 
Hugs and kisses with more still to follow (a)  
When roll is called always I'll answer, "Here"! (d) 
Every trip will be nice, first class or coach (c) 
 
Can't lose me now, I'm sitting in your coach (c)
Right here, flowers in my heart, did you hear (d) 
Two make a whole, you please enjoy your ride (b) 
My wheels after yours, way they will follow (a)  
 
Body and soul, coach they'll always follow (a)
Here I'll be, stuck with you for my big ride (b) 
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 - Today, I am linking again with The Real Toads, this time with Marian in her Tuesday post, The Tuesday Platform: NaPoWriMo Eve .  During the month of April a lot of poets and 'poem' writers like me write ONE POEM for/on EACH DAY OF THE MONTH.  I don't think I will do that, I may start out. But sure to look for and read the efforts of the others.
 
 - Saturday I linked with Björn Rudberg of The Real Toads, at Sunday Mini Challenge - not a sestina but close.   Bjorn wanted us to write a 'near' sestina form poem, mostly shortened. 
 - Composing staying within it's rhyme scheme was a bit hard for me to follow.  This is the required rhyme scheme:  A - (Follow) B - (Ride) C - (Coach) D - (Here/hear);   D - C - A - B;   B - A - D - C;   C - D - B - A;   A - B. with the four words here in parenthesis being words which I chose for this poem.  The four letters correspond to the position of each rhyme word.
 - Oh yes, the meaning and/or context of each of four words are supposed to be different for each line.

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