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Hip Hop Lives I got second verse. Pun Intended Vol. 1 Yoshi Verse 1 and chorus KRS-ONE Verse 2: Yoshi No one can stop me, im dynamite, ready n lit n ull get blown to smithereens by tryna hose down the wick im a bomb, countin down its last couple of tics ni light the world up when i get the lead n paper to mix chain reaction, bet ur life the spread will be massive its just a matter of time till im radio active. get it? u wont be able to weather the storm comin ur way electrifyin and thunderin, clouds more black than grey u cant turn off my light dont even try to dim it i pulled down the sky i was chasin, my limit's non existent to get from great to me, the barrier aint to thin im fuel to my fire, to my sail, i bring my own wind im atomic, supersonic, im a product of this product its ironic i dont reflect the place in which ive been brought up that i was destined for classical but ive mastered ebonics that im stayin clean in an industry intertwined with convicts but drop the act, cuz ull no from this flow i aint no comic smash u with a glass of tonic faster than ud get smashed on it i write poetically, but fuck, ill never write ua sonnet im god's son but this rap shit's got me turnin demonic
I think most people writing poetry or writing about poetry, has their own concept of what should be, what shouldn't be, what is, what is not: you know, our own little world of poetry. Not sure if any of us are right: we think we are, but whose standards are we going by? So I shall give you my propose and if it doesn't fit into your box, burn it: your' may be better anyhow.
When I use to read a poem, and I assume when many people do read a poem, and when I do read a poem myself, nowadays, besides my own, I, like most people want to know what the heck it means. As I have stated before in other poetry articles, and as I believe it should be, each poem is mini-story unto itself. With that in mind, we shift to the word, "Paraphrase," or I can live with 'substance,' of the poem: again I am saying: the purpose of the story, what is the purpose of the story in the poem? You see, we flip back to step one. As I have told my wife many times, as she questions my poetry, she says: "Why this?" And I say "For effect." And she says: "What~!" and I say, "See I got an effect from you." Like any story you read, you are looking--I would think, for its effect, its outcome, what does it produce. If you were to read, "In Cold Blood," by Mr. Truman Capote, the effect would be, or the result may be: stunning, for he book is one big upshot of wonderment. Poetry should do the same, or its aim should be the same, so I believe.
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So now we got a poem, it is a story, and we are looking for its purpose within its given effect on our body and minds, which is called 'paraphrase,' now lets take this one more step, one more level, if you don't' mind. We have read the poem three times, and now we have interpreted it to how it has affected us. Our flesh, or organs and our mind, is jumping, our bones are being melted, or we are frustrated, and say: hell with the poem, I get only irritation out of it. Perhaps you can extract some meaning from the lines that hit home, and perhaps the poem is crap to start out with, so go find a poet you like. To the poet, he should have an aim with his poem; know where he wants to take his reader. It is like most things in life, why waste your breathe the readers time, if there is no reason behind it; nothing gives anything, breeds the same: nothing.
Purpose of a Poem (and a Poem)
Now I will give you a poem (look for the effect it has on you, name it):
To Too Much
I have had way too much,
To too long, way too long,
To know that that I'm way
Too old to admit my 'twos'
Are wrong.
I asked a person what effect they got out of this: "I wondered why the writer was so tired." Is what the person said. Now for you, what did you get? What did the author want? To perhaps see if twos [to, too, twos] can make a stanza, isolated the framework of the poem into a spell, hopefully, out comes the prose meaning: the person is old and is tired, very tired. If the poems were to continue, it would result in you knowing, or the person knowing who read the poem, more of the person who is tired, and perhaps you can identify with it, and why he or she was tired could make a difference.
In one way, it is nice to read poetry, it is quick, it is condensed, and it is the top of the line as far as writing goes: and a story of 10,000-works can be put into 10-stanzas. It draws out our emotions, or can and should: and should be of the best man has in his mind and heart to offer. And again, don't take any of this personal, it is just my opinion, no more than that, and again, perhaps your reasoning is better than mine. So take it for what it is worth, and enjoy it.
Purpose of a Poem (and a Poem)
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Hip Hop Lives I got second verse. Pun Intended Vol. 1 Yoshi Verse 1 and chorus KRS-ONE Verse 2: Yoshi No one can stop me, im dynamite, ready n lit n ull get blown to smithereens by tryna hose down the wick im a bomb, countin down its last couple of tics ni light the world up when i get the lead n paper to mix chain reaction, bet ur life the spread will be massive its just a matter of time till im radio active. get it? u wont be able to weather the storm comin ur way electrifyin and thunderin, clouds more black than grey u cant turn off my light dont even try to dim it i pulled down the sky i was chasin, my limit's non existent to get from great to me, the barrier aint to thin im fuel to my fire, to my sail, i bring my own wind im atomic, supersonic, im a product of this product its ironic i dont reflect the place in which ive been brought up that i was destined for classical but ive mastered ebonics that im stayin clean in an industry intertwined with convicts but drop the act, cuz ull no from this flow i aint no comic smash u with a glass of tonic faster than ud get smashed on it i write poetically, but fuck, ill never write ua sonnet im god's son but this rap shit's got me turnin demonic
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."--Oscar Wilde
People write poetry for a plethora of reasons, but this article has a sharpened arrowhead aimed directly at the fingertips of amateur poets who wish to be published yet refuse to learn the attributes of a well-crafted poem. These poets are the ones who plop their pieces, shining with every beam of ambiguity, vagueness and hackney, into cyberspace for review. I have encountered a few of these poets to whom I have given a courteous critique, only to be backhanded in the face by sore comments such as, "You must be too dense to get it," or "Everyone I know tells me how great I am. You're the only one..."
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Of course I am usually left wondering why someone would care to post a poem in a critique forum if any constructive comment given to the poet gets immediately flushed down the cyber-potty. Many new poets seem to think that writing a poem is one hundred percent emotion. They overlook the notion that, as with any craft, poetry entails a good deal of practice and learning as well as desire and talent. So instead of writing about the importance of concrete imagery, figurative language, and the art of minimizing abstractions, I thought it might be fun, (and might even tick a few people off) to write a small compendium of attributes of bad poetry.
How to Write Bad Poetry
Recipe for a Really Bad Poem
- A bad poem should not have any original language. If you aim to write a bad poem, avoid coming up with stark images. The last thing you would want to do is write something fresh, innovative, and evocative. Use as many hackneyed expressions as possible, such as "crystal clear," "dark as ebony," "blue as the sky," "dark as night," "...paints a picture," "climb the highest mountain," Etc.
- An especially bad poem should be heavily weighted with abstract words such as "heart," "love" "sadness," "despair," "hate," and "destiny." The more abstract and generalized your poem, the better suited it will be to mean absolutely nothing to the reader. Aim for zero concrete images if you want a particularly bad poem. For example, "The world is a sorrowful place/ filled with sadness and hate...blah blah blah." Also, be sure to TELL the poet how to describe something by using superfluous abstract adjectives! "The water is pretty;" "The world is ugly;" "His eyes were beautiful..." A bad poem should never use figurative language or descriptive imagery to SHOW the reader a slice of life.
- No matter how odd the sentence becomes, or how unlikely the phrase would be concocted in normal language, make it RHYME. Rhyme anyway!! That's right, a bad poem is going to have very forced rhyme. If you have to rearrange the structure of a sentence just to make the rhyme fit, go for it! For example: "The apple blossoms fell in May/ on the grassy field is where they lay." (Notice how I just couldn't say, "They lay on the grassy field?" That wouldn't rhyme, so I had to make up a funky sentence.
- Don't worry about punctuation, grammar, or spelling. What you really want to do is to make the reader scratch her head and read it a zillion times trying to figure out what it means. Bad spelling and poor grammar will really detract from the meaning, so get reckless with your words. Try this poem out for size:
i watch as the sun/
sets over the horisen/
the ocean pants/
like a wild monster/
breaths with heavy/
breath and then falls/
something small/
always gets lost/
in the mouth/
of agony
-------or-------
u r reel speciol/
like honi sweet/
from a candy bee.
- A good practice for a cleverly bad poet is to make the objects of the poem plural! Globalize your subject for an incredibly weak impact! "Trees are..." "People cry..." "Flowers bloom..." By pluralizing all the objects of the poem, you are blurring the imagery, thus making it sappy, intangible, and simply boring.
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Frequently Asked Questions of bad poets who want to be published but don't want to work:
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Q. Who are you to judge what a good poem is? A poem is like beauty; it is in the eye of the beholder!
A. Paul Valery once said, "a poem is never finished, only abandoned." You have to work on your poem. You have to find a certain clarity that will reach the reader. Sometimes we get so fogged up with our own emotions, we don't really see the true poem. Emotional outpours make excellent first drafts, but if you don't go any further then that, you aren't working hard enough to make your poem good--even in your own eyes. Also, as far a judging a poem is concerned, as long as you hope to publish your poetry, it will get judged. Know what these "judgers" are looking for.
Q. If clichés were so bad, why have they been around for so long?
A. Exactly!! Everyone understands clichés--almost to the point where they don't even mean anything anymore. Poetry is an art of expression and exposition. If you are too lazy to come up with the images yourself, then you aren't really writing poetry.
Q. I write poetry for personal reasons. It is my way of dealing with the world. Why should I care what you think about poetry?
A. You shouldn't. Unless you are trying to perfect your craft so that you can express yourself through literature in some publication, you can write any way you want. Just know, though, that if you post your poem for critique, you might get some honest criticism based on poetic technique. If that is not what you are looking to get, please let people know what you are looking to get.
How to Write Bad Poetry
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The Shmoopies, aka Jess & Logan, perform the beautifully cute song Young Love as a duet. Everyone's a sucker for a happy ending!!! Lyrics: You are so beautiful And you're approximately (exactly) my age So young and beautiful Beautiful, I could gaze at you all day You look strange(ly) like me And it turns me on You are a mirror A mirror, and you found me at last (but Jess likes to say "you found me a glass") And I will never ever let you go, oh no No one else will ever understand me nearly so well All the rest of the world can go to hell for all I care You are my everywhere Something about you makes me light up inside I can't quite put my finger on it I've never felt like this with anyone You make me want to sing, or write a sonnet I'll love you 'til the stars fade from the sky Love you 'til the day I die Please believe this heartfelt message I am sending I promise I will love you, only you I'm a sucker for a happy ending And I will never ever let you go, oh no No one else will ever understand me nearly so well All the rest of the world can go to hell for all I care You are my everywhere Nothing will ever come between us I'll stick to you (I'll stick to you) like flypaper I'll stick to you (I'll stick to you) like velcro I used to measure out my heart in steady small beats Not this joyful wild pitter-patter I'm not afraid, I know you'll never ever let my tender young heart shatter Never take my heart and crush it in your tiny hands Hang me in the sun to dry like meat on a ...
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If you google about dad changing diaper, you are most likely to find a dad complaining about changing a diaper or saying they almost fainted, or some ridiculous video on it, etc... Give me a break. Are you a man or not? Women don't even complain! You don't hear your baby complaining when you let one rip so nasty that is practically peeling the paint off the walls in the bathroom do you? It isn't that big a deal. Now I have gotten a lot better at changing a diaper since doing this video, but this should still give you the general idea. It is fast and it is easy. Especially at home. "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." - Robert Heinlein, Time Enough forLove Love it? Hate it? Like it? Know how to do it better? Just looking for advice? Care to comment? Want to talk about dad stuff? contact me: dsw@cluelessfather.com Or if you want the female side of things talk to my wife. rosew@cluelessfather.com
I was fortunate enough to have an incredible history teacher in high school. In fact, I had a couple of really good history teachers in high school, but the one I am thinking of taught me about the world and everything contained within it.
I had just come into public high school from years of home schooling. As I would say constantly throughout my first year of high school, "it's all Greek to me." Quiet and withdrawn, Mr. Berg was exactly what I needed to give me a kick start.
How To Write A Sonnet
First you must understand where I am coming from. The minute I got to high school I was terribly confused. Slang terms such as "gay" and "dog" were used. To me gay was still a sexual affiliation and dog was a pet. I felt like I was on a completely different planet, except for one place: Mr. Berg's classroom. His class made me feel enriched and empowered by the materials put before me. True, half of the class was there just so they could tell colleges that they had taken a honor's class, but the other half was there because we were truly interested in what was to be talked about. Everything from ballroom dancing, music, poetry, battles, and (my favorite) art, was discussed.
How To Make "It's All Greek To Me Salad"
He expected us to talk up in class and express our opinions. He wanted us to discover the strength within ourselves. Unlike any other teacher I had known up to that point, he pushed me beyond my safe box and, though he probably never knew it, pushed me to see the inner confidence within myself.
In fact, one day I remember that it was extra credit day. The assignment was to memorize a Shakespearian sonnet and recite it in front of the class. I had been feeling incredibly lazy the night before and I just had quickly glanced at a sonnet before I decided to go to bed. Mr. Berg came up to me on extra credit day and said "What about you?" I told him that I didn't memorize it; I had been very tired the night before. He knew better. "I know you know it. Come on, push yourself. You do consider yourself an actress don't you? This should be easy for you." You want to know something? He was right. Deep down inside me I really did know it. It took a little while for me to recite it, but he was patient. Mr. Berg made things feel a little less Greek.
In fact, part of his curriculum was us being given a lecture on battles between the Romans and the Greeks. We were taught that Romans were trained for war and the Greeks were trained for the intellect. They were the delvers into knowledge. They cared about what was inside the human mind. Suddenly, I found myself not using the term "it's all Greek to me" anymore. I found out its literal meaning. With that in mind I would say that Mr. Berg's class was all Greek to me. It was a place in which we were trained to use our intellect.
Mr. Berg retired after that year. Although I never told him what he did for me that year, deep down I think he knew what he did for all of us. He gave us the tools we need to be explorers within ourselves and also out in the world. For that I am eternally grateful.
This Greek salad is dedicated to Mr. Berg. It's got all the ingredients a good teacher should: confidence, adventure, boldness, and packed full with a lot of flavors:
Ingredients: 1 sliced cucumber, 1/8 tsp pepper, 5 cups washed spinach leaves torn into bite-sized pieces, ¼ cup oil, 3 tomatoes cut into wedges, ¼ tsp salt, 4 cups Boston style lettuce torn into bite-sized pieces, 2 tbs lemon juice, 2 dozen pitted ripe olives, 1 cup feta cheese, 1 and ½ tsp Dijon mustard, ¼ tsp sugar, ¼ tsp Splenda, and ¼ cup sliced green onions.
Likely Page Break1) In tightly covered container, shake the oil, lemon juice, sugar, Splenda, mustard, salt, and pepper.
2) In a large mixing bowl, toss the lettuces, cheese onion, olives, tomatoes, and cucumber.
3) Put dressing mixture in salad mixture and toss again.
4) Enjoy with intellectual humility.
*Base of recipe from Betty Crocker and I molded it from there.
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Wherein Lizz films in the car on her way to -- somewhere... finishes and reads her sonnet "by captain glover" ... has no real semblance of order except for mostly chronological... and is in a car teehee my sonnet (heart lines are in CAPS) if i could tell you i'd be HOME SOON TO write the words i long to say HOW NICE to say i'd be home soon 'til then i LOVE YOU every day DEAR ONE to be with you would be bliss TO hold you near as the sun grows dim even if only for the space of ONE KISS a small comfort, I HOPE, when life turns grim ONLY YOU can soothe my aching soul IT'S LOVE that pulls me through these endless weeks to GO HOME remains my fondest goal 'twould BE GOOD to hold at last what my heart seeks look at us now, a lady YOU & ME a lover memory of your SMILE shall keep me your steadfast Captain Glover
Poems have been written about nearly every topic under the sun, and next to love and death, friendship poems are among the most commonly read, written, and shared in the world. Unfortunately, a beautiful poem written in friendship can often result in a misunderstanding when it sounds very much like a love poem.
Regardless of the confusion, some of the world's greatest poets have penned friendship poems for any number of their closest acquaintances, professional colleagues or distant relatives. When a poet feels close to someone, a natural response is to write a poem.
What Makes A Friendship Poem Special?
This is where confusion can often arise when describing the difference between a friendship poem and a love poem. Love poetry is most often the result of an extreme, powerful emotion, a written expression of the almost intangible sensation of love. On the other hand, friendship poems are more subdued, relying on personal references and expressions of caring. The difference is similar to what kind of gift you would buy for a girlfriend or boyfriend as opposed to a roommate or childhood buddy. One would hope they are not the same gift.
Great Friendship Poems
Great poets in history have made a habit of penning verses for each other in response to any number of personal relationships. It was their way of paying respect to their closest friends. If someone might buy a gift for a friend today, Shakespeare would have written that person a sonnet. Which is something Shakespeare did do on occasion. Sonnet 104, for example, speaks to a close friend with whom he treasures the three summers they spent together. The poem reads similar to many of his love sonnets, and in fact has been debated for some time as many believe it is in fact a love poem.
Friendship Poems as Metaphor
Other poets used friendship as a metaphor, comparing the closeness of a friend to any number of other experiences. For example, in Emily Dickinson's "The Soul Unto Itself" she wrote:
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend -
Or the most agonizing Spy -
An Enemy - could send -
Secure against its own -
No treason it can fear -
Itself - its Sovereign - of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe -
She is not writing about a close friend, but her own soul and the numerous masks it takes on. However, the same could be said about a close friend who is never quite as disarmed as we would like to believe.
Defining Friendship With a Poem
But then there are those poets who wrote friendship poems solely ruminating on the nature of friendship. Ralph Waldo Emerson can be attributed for dozens of memorable quotes about what it means to be a friend and wrote numerous friendship poems in turn. One of his most famous was the short but poignant "Glory of Friendship" which states:
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him.
He went on to write many other poems, such as the simply titled "Friendship" and the numerous letters he wrote to Thomas Carlyle, detailing his deep thoughts on the subject and the source for many of his works.
Friendship Poems Today
Poetry today does not ruminate nearly as much on friendship as it does on love, and the closeness of any two friends is admittedly not as defined as it once was. However, if you have ever felt the urge or desire to tell your friend what their friendship means to you, you have an inkling of what the great poets such as Emerson experienced when they sat down to pen their poems, and what better way to understand friendship poems than that.
How far can you see across the roof tops, Over trees and beyond distant towers, Toward blue tinged hills of distant slopes, Against a cold grey skys darkening hours. Can you not feel the pains of small hopes, Soiled, spoiled, foiled by their powers To delude self greatness as well poor sopes, Whos fates follows all scented flowers. How far can you dare without pale daylight, To hear the songs that would cry in souls void, And echo in a gardens silent night. Can you not taste the sap enough to write, The storms illusions, much would it provide, Of right or might, to know a true dawn bright.
This is the first Shakespearean poem I wrote. It's basically about loving someone that you know isn't good for you so you feel at war with yourself. 9 times out of 10 this happens to be lol So I just decided to write about it. I also shared some of my Shakespear collection and my love for his writing. Please rate & subscribe
Edmund Spenser - Sonnet 75 - Read by David Shaw Parker Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. "Vain man," said she, "thou dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wipèd out likewise." "Not so," quoth I, "let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame; My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name: Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew."
A tribute to Obi-Wan, the hero of the Star Wars series. Translation: The night witnesses the ancient exchange between good and evil I finally know how to cry The prehistoric world was seventy percent water, the dark blue wilderness Craving for the full moon at the horizon, I've finally learnt how to confess The messiah was misunderstood by mankind and was outcasted, love and hate became enemies Faraway from storm and calamity, at the chapter three, section four, I'm changing this world Invading with our opinions, take control of the whole street and giving the ocean blue a coat of paint One supersonic train trains my hearing along the way Destroying all those that are too insignificant or too outrageous, to make the real problems more distinct. One pair of boots are racing, strengthened by my lungs along the way Faced with everything that is too threatening and too overwhelming for others, but I've never said I was tired Nine stars joined together, forming a line. Moved by the sight, we repent. Life is precious, I write a sonnet to praise everything about you At the horizon, we give thanks to that love which has finally stopped shifting its bias This part of the music is too sad and beautiful, but I finally understand Far away from the storm and calamity, acting tough is not just about talking about it, it's action I'm the one they spoke of in legends You fit in very well with us, it looks like we have the same frequency One supersonic train trains my hearing along the ...
Letters are one of the most effective means of communication. Through a letter things that a person wants to say to other people are expressed more eloquently and there are definitely major advantages for using getting back together letters.
People in a relationship, no matter how poor they are in expressing their feelings in writing must have written at least one letter. Love letters don't have to be on par with the sonnets of Shakespeare; they can be very simple yet direct and to the point.
All about getting back together letters.
Even if you broke up with your ex, you can still write a letter. These letters can play a very crucial role in trying to fix your relationship with your ex. Getting back together letters can deliver your desire of patching things up or your feelings about the break-up in a way nothing else can.
T Dub Jackson, who is an expert in giving advice on getting back with your ex says that upon break-up, a person must write getting back together letters. These letters must be an alternative to what he refers to as "text message terrorism", where you bombard your ex with messages. Instead, he believes that to win the heart of your ex back, you must write a short letter and it must be handwritten.
The letters must be short to go directly to the point without running around the bush. And they must be handwritten to prove your sincerity. What should you say in your first letter? T Dub Jackson advises that your letter must not be about pleading with your ex but rather an acknowledgment of the break-up. The letter must agree with and respect your ex's decision of breaking up with you. Getting back together letters can work wonders in a relationship
This sonnet is linked to sonnet 77 in many ways. Recall that in sonnet 77 the poet gave a notebook to the young man in question as a gift. The poet wanted the young man to record his younger day so that when he is old he could look back and remember the days of his youthful beauties. The notebook was to forge a bond between the individuals; it was to serve as a social function of one person's writing to the other, and probably as a medium of communication. However, it did not turned out as contemplated by the young man.
When the young man returned the favor with his gift of a book, the poet responded in the following manner, as stated in lines one and two of the sonnet: "Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain / Full character'd with lasting memory." Additionally, the poet further stated in line number four the following words: "Beyond all dates, even to eternity." In essence the poet discarded the gift from the young man. The rejection of the notebook certainly would leave one to wonder about the bond between the two individuals, whether it is unilateral or bilateral, or was it one of a superior and inferior relationship with a class distinction.
Obviously, this is not a clear sign of any positive gesture or medium of appreciation. Returning the gift offered by a person certainly show a lack of value or one of non-appreciation. Some will argue that the real value is that which was passed on in the minds of the individuals instead of something tangible in the form of property such as a book. In essence, the poet has classified the book and the writing as replicas in his medium of communication. As such, the class dynamic in this situation is one to be considered greatly regarding its sincerity.
The theme of the poem showed the point the poet was trying to make regarding his mind. The last two lines state: "To keep an adjunct to remember thee / Were to import forgetfulness in me." Here the poet has apparently stated that his mind will be clear and fresh of the young man; one would imagine. In essence, however, the poet has also stated, "I do not need to refresh my memory of you; I want you to remember me." Apparently, the poet may not need their embedded memory to be passed on to other generations from his side. He would rather it be done from the young man's point of view.
