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WRITING 101 …LISTS

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So, today’s assignment for the daily writing course says to make a list. It can be a list of things I like, things I’ve learned, and/or …something else was on that list of things to choose from. See, that’s my problem. I can’t remember what else was on there. I could go back and check, but you know, that would be a lot of trouble. I mean, it’s coming up on the end of the day, and I still haven’t done this list post yet.

I like reading lists, I like making lists, but I’ve never wrote about making a list, or posted a list on here. Well, I take that back. Once I did…I listed all the stuff that was in my purse one time…can you hear the crickets? No response whatsoever. Anyway, I make lists, but then forget to take them with me to the store. Or, I make a list, and while reading a list at the store, forget to get whatever it is anyway, even though I’m looking at the list.

I have a weird habit, too. I save lots of my lists. I don’t know why, except they are fun to look at later on…like years later…and then I can laugh at the silly things that are on there that I thought was important enough to write down. And the cryptic words that I’ve used to jog my memory are sometimes hilarious…at least to me, but make no sense to anyone else.

So…back to making a list…for this list post…yeah…so many choices…too many choices of which way to take it. I’m at a loss because faced with too many choices makes me freeze up, resulting in doing nothing. I’ve had fun writing ‘about’ lists, so better get on with actually listing something? Yep…here goes… such a silly thing to list, but hey, it’s something! 🙂

My list of favorite computer games that I play every day, because I like them.

  1. Words With Friends …because…words of course.
  2. Candy Crush … because candy is addicting.
  3. Cradle of Rome …because it’s match 3, and you don’t have to think of anything about the game, so I think about writing things, when I’m playing it.
  4. Enchanted Cavern …same type of match 3 game.
  5. Scrabble … Words again…it’s always about the words.

I’m outta here…can’t wait to see what is on the ‘list’ for the assignment tomorrow! Yay! I’m having fun! 🙂

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WRITING 101…WHY DO I WRITE?

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Today is the first day of another writing course offered by the Daily Post. This one suggests daily writing prompts to follow, and hopefully give inspiration, and writing practice. Today’s prompt was called “Why Do I Write”. They mentioned setting a timer for a certain amount of time, and just free-write your thoughts.

Why do I write?

I write because I wouldn’t know how not to. I’ve been writing things ever since I can remember. I enjoy words…the way they sound, the way they look, the different ways you can put them together to be serious, funny, thought provoking, to tell a story, or just say something that’s on your mind.

There are just so many ways I like to use words. I’ve been creating stories, plays, poetry, essays, articles, fiction, fan-fiction, non-fiction, diaries, assignments, and long handwritten letters it seems forever. I’ve saved most of these, and it is fun to look back at them.

I’m not a very good speaker, even to family and friends…I stumble over what I’m trying to say. I don’t read aloud very well, either…but…I can write…and I do…because I am a writer.

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DOWN THE POETRY PATH

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Today is the last day of the Daily Post, Writing: 201, Poetry, course from Blogging U. It has been lots of fun, and I have learned a lot about writing poems. I’m glad I signed up to do this, and will continue to write and learn more. Thank you to all who have visited here, enjoyed reading, and left comments. I appreciate your support. 🙂 …

The assignment for today was to write a sonnet, about the future, and using chiasmus (key-AHS-mus) which is taking a few words written one way, then reversing it. I tried my best to do the sonnet, but found it to be a bit difficult. There were so many things to remember that go into one! A bit unorthodox, I know, but I have this in two parts…and, I’m sure this broke down into a somewhat free verse, but hope you enjoy it!

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DOWN THE POETRY PATH

Part 1

I saw a course from Blogging U, and joined without delay;

It was to learn to write in verse and rhyme.

So, verily, I began to rhyme and verse…my way.

A Haiku was the first in line, this time.

I didn’t know where this would lead, but I was having fun.

A simile, about the water, and a journey to be done…

Limericks, alliteration, trust, internal rhyme,

A concrete animal, enjambment, too, and counting all the time.

Then came the fog, an elegy, with metaphor, say what?

I got my pen, and dove right in, and gave it all I’ve got.

Some of these made me smile, and then we learned some more…

A ballad for a hero, epistrophe, and an anaphora;

These terms are slowly making sense, even as the course gets harder.

I buckle down, try not to frown, as I feel I’m getting smarter.

Part 2

To pen an ode about a drawer, and an apostrophe, my word!

We go to the Commons, to tell our tale, and be heard.

Then to find a landscape, and enumeratio we go…

We must not stop, we must go forward, tally-ho!

Prose with assonance is easy, though, I let my fingers do the typing.

Our voices raised, we raise our voices, as we each do our own hyping.

Now that this sonnet’s finished, with fanfare and chiasmus…

We shall celebrate our hard work, and now will make a fuss,

From here on out, I do believe, our future can be written…

I love the form, the poetry’s charm, and know that I am smitten!

Yes! Believe it … Poets we are…we are Poets!

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CONJURING THE WORDS

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Today’s assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, was to use found poetry, a landscape, and enumeratio. Found poetry are words found in other places, such as books, magazines, magnetic poetry tiles, or anywhere. You put them together to form your own poem. Enumeratio is a listing of several ideas, or things. I had trouble finding words in other places…well, I found words, but then tried to take a picture of them, which didn’t work…they wouldn’t show up in the picture very good. So, instead, here’s a picture I took of a beautiful sunrise, a while back.

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CONJURING THE WORDS

Topsy-turvy…upside-down…

Stand in the air…look up at the ground…

Forests, mountains, sand, and sea,

All I see is magic to me.

Stars, planets, sun, and moon…

Morning, evening, night, and noon…

Ever changing, dark to light,

I live in such a wondrous sight.

Up into the stratosphere,

It’s aura far, yet still so near.

Hard as ice, or soft summer breeze,

Give me more of all that, please.

I found the words inside my brain…

The horde in there, does cause such pain.

I conjure them up, to write them down…

Now, I can smile instead of frown.

Yes, you know not what I mean,

To live and breathe a waking dream.

So beautiful, it makes me cry…

My landscape is of course…the sky.

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FIREPROOF

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Today’s assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry … We were tasked with writing an ode, a drawer (and what you find there), and the apostrophe…which is addressing a specific person or object.

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FIREPROOF

You may be square, and plain, and blue,

But file drawer, how I worry for you.

Inside, you hold magnificent treasure…

Irreplaceable dreams, the muses pleasure.

Words upon words, fill spirals with care,

A three-ring circus of notebooks, there.

Large ones, small ones, thick ones, and thin,

A spectrum of colors, without and within.

Dear file drawer, you hold secrets so dear,

You’re fireproof, I know, yet still I fear.

The tragedies and triumphs, the dramas you hold,

Your safekeeping I trust, for my stories untold.

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ICY FINGERS

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Today’s poem assignment from the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, is called Prose Poetry, using the repeated vowel sounds of assonance, and the word to incorporate was fingers.

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ICY FINGERS

Have you seen water be weird, while freezing? Wee little waves, like fingers reaching up out of the tiny sea, entering my heart with fear. Entities evolving, ethereally…eternally reacting…reacting to their reality. Weaving each little fingertip into eerie shapes. Briefly being created, before returning to water, grieving as they melt. We truly believe we’re relieved.

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TRUE BLUE

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Today’s poem assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, we were given these elements to use…A Ballad, a hero/heroine, and using anaphora or epistrophe (the repetition of words at the beginning or ending of the poem, on more than one line)…

To me, this was a bit difficult at first, trying to merge all  three into one poem. After researching how to do a ballad, I found they usually have a certain sound to them, as in a beat you stress a word on, and a way to do the rhyme scheme, also.

It got a bit easier, after doing some rearranging of the lines, and a lot of counting and stressing words out loud. It seemed like a math problem at first, and I am not good at numbers, at all.

Then there was the part of hero/heroine…I don’t really know of any, so mine is just a general fits all type. In the end it tends to sound like a mushy greeting card sentiment! Maybe that is what a ballad is, like in musical power ballads…a mushy love song? I don’t know, but here is what I came up with…Enjoy!

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TRUE BLUE

A friend of mine, you’ve been to me…

Let me say you are so bright.

A friend of mine, so fun and free,

Let me laugh in sheer delight.

You give me candy kisses, and

A giant pink balloon…

You give me a helping hand, and then

A flower so sweet I swoon.

For dinner, lunch, or picnic brunch,

You give me music and tea…

For all I need, I have a hunch,

You will always be there for me

And so you know just how I feel,

I write this poem for you…

And so you know my love is real,

I write in ink true blue.

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POTLUCK POEMS

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Today’s suggestion from the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, was to share a favorite poet’s poem.

A favorite poet of mine is Edgar Allan Poe (American author and poet,1809-1849) As far back as middle school, when I wrote an essay about his life, I’ve been fascinated by all his work. Most everyone’s heard of the ‘Raven’, which I love, but there were many more, that evoke a darkness…a mysterious feeling.

A DREAM

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed;

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! What is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him, with a ray

turned back upon the past?

That holy dream, that holy dream,

While all the world was chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,

So trembled from afar–what could there be more

In Truth’s star purely bright

Day-Star?

~Edgar Allan Poe

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Another poet I’ve been interested in reading about his life and work, is Oscar Wilde (Irish writer and poet…1854-1900). He led a very controversial lifestyle, and was even imprisoned for 2 years because of it. This is either a poem or quote that reads as a poem, and I couldn’t find a title for it, but I love the words.

UNTITLED?

Run your fingers through my soul.

For once, just once,

Feel exactly what I feel,

Believe what I believe,

Perceive as I perceive,

Look, experience, examine,

And for once…just once…

Understand

~Oscar Wilde

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These next poets, I have found through social media, and write some of today’s best poems (my opinion)…

Michael Xavier

Lang Leav

Michael Traveler (Traveler on the Backroads)

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LOST SOUL

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Today’s assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry…an elegy, using metaphor, and the word fog…

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LOST SOUL

I could bury your lost soul in fog,

The mists of time mysterious…

Seeping through my brain’s lament,

You make me most delirious.

I will not bury you now,

To let you rot away…

You are the beating of my heart,

And there you’ll always stay.

As I release you out of my mind,

I see you in my dream…

A ghost upon my psyche…

So present, yet still unseen.

I cried when you were finished, then…

But never were you diminished…

A breath of life I gave to you,

And now you are replenished.

I write your story on my soul,

To bring you back to life…

A supernatural being, now

free of pain and strife.

Your cryptic ghostly wanderings,

Your still alive remains…

I write your story on my soul,

And sing your sad refrains.

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TIGER

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Hi, again! Today is the 5th day of writing poems for the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry course. Suggested to try, was the Concrete Poem, the enjambment, and an animal …

Well, I couldn’t figure out how to do the Concrete shape (a poem written so that it forms a shape of something), so just went with the poem form of enjambment, which means to continue a sentence or thought onto the next line, and the animal part was easy.

However, here is a picture of a Tiger, that I painted a  long time ago! 🙂

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TIGER

In misty dreams you

Came to me

When I was only two or three.

A forest dark, and deep, and

Green, I wondered what my dreams

Could mean. You were my friend, my

Spirit kin…a guardian without, within…

I was born into your year, your Tiger Spirit

Always near. Magnificent eyes, shining bright, I

Weep at what now is your plight; endangered in this

Cruel world…victim of the weapons hurled. If only we could

Be at peace…return to dreams without surcease, to that mystery

Forest, in the night, we could try to make it right. I know that you will

Always be, in my dreams…a part of me … Tiger…my Spirit Animal …<3

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