The War Was Over – Free Verse Wordleing – April 18, 2016

How could I have forgotten
The miles of old whining telegraph wires
That stretched across the land
Sending good news and bad –
Of course that’s all gone now,
Down the worm-hole of time –
We forget what the world was like back then…

I walked down a lane plastered
With red, white and blue flags –
People like ants applauded and threw confetti
I wore my green jeans and matching shoes
(My first fashion collection was
Based upon this memory
— Remember …
The green feathers in Martha’s hair?)
Now we could rest – after the sight
Of the shell-shocked soldiers with their
Loose minds and knife creased pants.
The war was over ...

While we were dining, father spoke of the war.
(That night
I dreamt of Japanese soldiers rattling

Bolted doors and bayonetting wounded soldiers,
The sight roiled my stomach but I couldn’t wake-up
And I ran afraid as the fronds hit my face –
It was something I wanted to forget)
Something I’ll never forget –
He told us that he was in the jungle
Running lost and scared –
And heard the whining of mosquitoes
Like telegraph lines
Back home,
They used to cross the land.

© G.s.k. ‘16
Note: This is a poem about memories … most of the memories aren’t my own actually, but things I remember hearing other people say … except for the dream … I had that dream and it was very vivid,  when I was 5 years old, after my father told us about his war experience in the Philippines, where we’d just come to live. What has always intrigued me was the clarity of the dream … I’d never seen Japanese soldiers nor how they were dressed … but I remember seeing them in my dream and remembering their uniforms – which I only saw a few years later in a film.

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NaPoWriMo: Day 17 Smorgasbord Sunday

Sunday's Whirligig - Whirligig 44

Sunday’s Whirligig – Whirligig #55

 

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #55
The Sunday Whirligig

green, blue, red, shoes, loose, pants,
dining, ants, good, news, miles, whining

 

 

 

Wordle 246

Wordle 247

 

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #247
The Sunday Whirl

forget, stretch, rest, left, hole, lost,
sight, first, shell, feathers, rattle, old

A to Z Challenge- The Letter N – April 17, 2016

troubadoursOn the Ninth hour
Just south of Northern Nubia
Nine nymph-like waifs
(All nieces of the Negus)
Naively danced nude
With a nebulous-like gauzy cloth
Tied to the nape of their necks.

Ninety nasty nags nestled
Behind a neglected Mashrabiya
Nattering as they negotiated
(And smoked their narghilè)
Bets as to which the Norman knight
Would nuzzle that night in bed …
(Novelly he chose none!)

The Negus nodded approval
(And noticed the nags tittering).
The Noble Norman knight
Of course was nervous
At the sight of eighteen nude nipples,
He was celibate but none the less alive!
(The nags enjoyed his nervousness.)

Negotiations began
The Negus and the Norman neglected nothing.
A necromancer revealed
numerous future nebulosities
(none detrimental to peace).
The Noble Negus pledged neutrality,
Negating alliances with the neighbouring Nubians.

© G.s.k. ‘16

No, I didn’t give up – just changed my day of rest from Sunday to Saturday as I had to do some gardening yesterday – rain is predicted for today!

A to Z Challenge – The letter M – April 15, 2016

A monumental moment
Means meeting mice and men
Whilst mincing in the market place
Maybe marvelling at melons
Mellowly matured …
March marching with the March-hare’s
Marvellous maiden aunt
Maevous Mabel
Like a marionette from a matrix.
Ah yes,
Monumental moments
Monstrously magnetic moments
Like Mao’s March in China
Mages going to Memphis
Mork meeting Mindy and more,
Mommy making muffins …
My my … to marvel is more that meets the eye
Meet me inside the mirror
I’ll be a mysterious mummer
or maybe merry Marc’harit
You be the mystic monk
or maybe Merlin’s Mordred …
Moving through the mirror
We’ll avoid mediocrity
Perhaps making our own monumental moment
a million miles from morning.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Monumental Moments

A to Z Challenge – The letter L – April 15, 2016

lilac tree

Down lilac lanes,
Aligning sweetly the limpid lake
Leading to her Liege
Lady Laura  walked innocent, so leisurely,
Laughing at the jester’s light lechery
Down lilac lanes.

Whispering disloyal lobcock,
Whose poisonous lips did insinuate
Lies unto Laura’s Lord:
“Look, Lady Laura loves her jester,
Liege Lord, see her languid laughter!”
(Whispering disloyal lobcock.)

Luciferin green-eyed monster,
Lived inside the Lord’s heart
Leading him into insanity.
He hired loutish loiterers as lynchers,
To stone the two next day.
Luciferin green-eyed monster.

Down lilac lanes
Whispering disloyal lobcock
Luciferin green-eyed monster
[A tragic ending]

© G.s.k. ‘16

(Unfortunately, yesterday I didn’t write nor indeed even visit my blog … so today I’ll be doing the writing I had planned to do yesterday.)

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(the form is called “L’Eco” –

Here’s the structure of the form:

  • A four stanza poem
  • Word count 3-5-4-6-6-3 (except for the last stanza)
  • The first and last lines repeat in each stanza.
  • The fifth line is the same in each stanza throughout the poem
  • The last stanza is a four line “conclusion” where each of the first lines of the poem  echo – the fourth line [closed in brackets]  ties the whole poem up.

the word count is: 3 – 5 – 4 – 6 – 6 – 3 – last stanza 3-3-3-3 last line [in brackets]

Written for Gradmama 2011 – L is for Library (A-Z Challenge) who reminded me of this form.

A to Z Challenge – The Letter K – April 13, 2016

The Fisher King

Knell before the Fisher King
Kind kinsman and knight
Sit thee at the king’s knee
Then join us at his table.
Kegs of beer and wine we’ll open,
His kitchen and kettles will be emptied,
As each course is served to you,
In kaleidoscopic variety.
Oh but noble kindred knight,
(Heed the kyrielle I’ll recite
For the karmic keeper of the grail)
Save our Fisher King’s
Kingship, kingdom and kin!
Be keener than kenless* Percival
Keep faith and ask to know,
Why wounded knights and
Bloodied knives and a grail
Parade between each course.
Know that knowledge is wisdom
And a balsam to body and soul,
Our King will be healed at last
And your knightly quest fulfilled.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*kenless … without knowledge

The Many Versions of “The Fisher King”

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NaPoWriMo – Choka – April 13, 2016

Dawn

a silent minstrel
sat at dawn his fingers limp
(the blue sky streaked red)
reminding him of lost friends
a song dangled there
(just out of reach but so near)
he touched the taut strings
and struck a sweet cord
then, heard a sistrum jangle
the music began
flowing like a spring river

he sang of karma
he sang of resurrection
of life – birth and death
and of red dawns and sunsets
o’er the mountains and the sea.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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“The choka (長歌 long poem) was the epic, story telling form of Japanese poetry from the 1st to the 13th century, known as the  Waka period. Most often the Japanese poet would write epics in classical Chinese. Still, the occasional poet with a story to tell would tackle the choka, the earliest of which can be traced back to the 1st century. It describes a battle and is 149 lines long.

Originally choka were sung, but not in the Western sense of being sung. The oral tradition of the choka was to recite the words in a high pitch.

The choka is:

  • a narrative.
  • syllabic. Composed of any number of couplets made up of alternating 5-7 onji (sound syllables) per line. In English we can only treat the onji as a syllable.
  • unrhymed.
  • concluded by a hanka, an envoy in the form of the waka, 31 onji or sound syllables in 5 lines with 5-7-5-7-7. “han” meaning repetition, the hanka is to summarize the choka. The word tanka is often substituted for hanka or waka (they are all rooted in the same 31 syllable, 5 line form, their root seems to make them interchangeable with only subtle differences to separate them.)
  • Another way to write a choka  is to write several katauta (5-7-7 syllable stanzas).
  • The poem can be as long as you like and in classical times there have been choka with hundreds of lines.

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Written for NaPoWriMo inspired by the mandala and words found on 1sojounal NaPoWriMo: Day 13:

minstrel, dawn, strings, blue, flow, fingers, jangle, dangle

Wordle MLMM- Three Dodoitsu – April 12, 2016

 

Week 105

needless painful heartbreak comes
upon each awakening
with monumental effort
she fills empty space

the macrocosm of love
where’s the sweet of philosophy
of subtle nuzzling ’til noon
[lovingly kissing]

it would lacerate her soul
to indiscreetly reveal
the history of her people
[she’s monachopsis]

© G.s.k. ‘16

 

 

“Dodoitsu is a form of Japanese poetry developed towards the end of the Edo Period. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical, Dodoitsu poems consist of four lines with the syllabic structure 7-7-7-5 and no rhyme or metre.

It was a traditional form for popular and folk songs and the name (“quickly city to city”) appears to refer to the speed with which such new songs spread. In Japanese, the “dodoitsu” contains twenty-six sound units (onji) composed of four phrases in 7-7-7-5 sound units. It’s hard to find examples of “dodoitsu” among literature because most of these songs, sung accompanied with the shamisen (a banjo-like instrument with three strings), relied on the oral tradition and are therefore lost to us. Since the subject matter was either love or humor as viewed by inhabitants of the pleasure quarters, the existing works have attracted very little attention in English.”

 

Wordle #105 “April 11th, 2016” Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie

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Happy Day 12 of NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo, all!

 

A to Z Challenge – The Letter J – April 12, 2016

jujube tree

jujube tree

In Jupiter’s jungle grow jujubes and junipers,
be-jewelled with jaded leaves and juicy fruits.
Julianne or Jennifer joyed in the fruits
And often junketed into the jungle.

Juno became jealous when her be-jowled
jovial old satyr went *jocking into the jungle,
looking for Julianne or Jennifer
Junketing for jujube fruits.

“Justice!” thought Juno,
(Juggling her Japanese
Jewelled shuriken)
“Justice and revenge!”

Justifiably worried, Jennifer was well read,
She avoided the jovicentric
Jungle as much as she could
Refusing to junket with Julianne again.

Julianne, a juvenile jitterbug queen,
Jubilantly jazz danced with Jupiter
‘Til his joints were like jellybeans,
Effectively curtailing his amorous jousting.

But Juno was jealous just the same
Unjustifiably jaundiced against women,
(Jupiter just could do Juno no wrong)
Until a certain joker Jinn jumped in.

With its Janus face, jolly and jeering,
The Jinn jostled her into being just!
She turned the tables and jocularly,
With Jacobean judiciousness,
Jiggled jellyfish into the Jovian jock strap.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*jocking: to engage in flirtatious behavior with another; to crush on someone; to hit on someone Brandon, constantly laughing, smiling, lightly touching and generally talking up a storm, was jocking Amanda.
by Anonymous May 22, 2003
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A to Z challenge – Alliteration Poem (The Letter I) – April 11, 2016

 

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Photo by Morgan Dragonwillow

 

Isabella and Isidoro
Imperial twins
From the Indigo Inner sea,
Indulged and strong-willed,
Wished to invoke an Indian Idol
In search of Inspiration.
Unfortunately,
The idolatrous priests
Irritated the innocent youth,
Since they indulgently ironized
(Irritating and insistently)
Upon the incongruous ideology
Of imperial illumination,
Scientific imperatives
And inspiring idolatry.
Ergo,
In the dead of night,
The twins invoked the idol
Without priestly interference,
(Since they were intoxicated
Inside  their inner sanctum,
A state most ingeniously induced
by an ithania felfea infusion
mixed inside the evening coffee).
The invitation to the idol issued,
The Imperial infants waited
Indolently
Playing intricate cat’s cradles.
Inconveniently,
No inspiration was invoked,
But golden ichor flowed
Endowing Isabella and Isidoro
With immortality
“Impossible and inconceivable!”
They intoned.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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