I caught sight of a photo post challenge response from Indira’s Blog earlier today and thinking I’d maybe take part, hopped over to check the Mundane Monday Challenge rules. Just my luck that this week has been declared the last week of that challenge, unless volunteer(s) step up to host it. After a whopping 150 weeks hosting the challenge, it is understandable that someone might need to draw a closing line and take some rest from it.
If rhyming couplets had their day
and free verse won the New World Order
I’d bet the Limericks sure gonna stay
the best remembered by the poetry hoarder.
A sonnet! A sonnet! I hear ye bequeath
but I have to confess I’ve not written one yet
as inherited form it somehow falls beneath
my aspiring limits, still I fear no regret!
Heck who says a haiku’s not poetry! Why?
It’s much more than maths, did you give one a try?
It’s only a literary game – write a motto –
It will soon multiply, makes – vice versa, then ditto…?
A pantoum’s not a pantun unless it’s in French
and a villanelle’s form in binary rhyming to be wrenched
is quite a far cry from the original verses –
the audacities of lit’rary High World, and so, curses!
A ballad is too sing-song? Too remind of native tongue?
Best to say it’s French derived, for all it’s said and done?
And please speak in iambic – don’t be so anapest!
When dactylls bring such terror, poetry sure needs a rest.
You said, ‘pick out a spondee’ – I went looking for a sponge
to set about pot-washing, ‘cos there’s plenty to be done!
Should I spend my days in dribs and drabs some hip-hop to try then scrawl?
Just to please MIssieurs Academia? I beg, I’d sooner crawl –
for that would be pretentious, quite obscene and frankly, lame
to jump on that cool bandwagon claiming all’s Poetry’s fine game!
© Colette Bates, August 2017 All Rights Reserved [usual Fair Use terms apply]
I wrote this poem with four line stanzas and the final stanza of six lines for practise extension freewriting during week 3 of UIowa’s IWP MOOC Power of the Pen (Poetry and Playwriting), unsubmitted and previously unpublished. We were learning about the pantoum in particular for poetry that week. I’d submitted a quite dire pantoum effort and decided to play with the villanelle form and free forms… sadly I fizzled out and didn’t complete my MOOC work for that course, although I achieved the creative writing unit in July. I’m having dreadful difficulty obtaining my poetry certificates for neuro-burn-outs and failing my third try at ModPo so going with SloPo again and hoping to achieve that NEXT year now! If it even continues that far. Fingers crossed it will!
(NB: Be aware, (an)other person(s) has been gaining access illegally and unauthorised to my home and very recently stolen my current account debit card and recent utitlities documents. For some reason the card stolen from me last year has been actively used by someone else unknown to me (including abroad and in France last Autumn according to my bank and that card should have been cancelled by my bank once I was aware it had actually been stolen from under my bed by an unauthorised trespasser and not simply misplaced and had reported it and it should have been cancelled by my bank!) and this old previously cancelled card has been replaced to my purse in place of my actual debit card and it has been used locally as my own receipts have been removed from my purse after my last essential outing and replaced with another persons’ transactions for prepayment electricity to a nearby household. Either that or I’m having cognitive processing faults and hallucinating visible words and numbers on personal effects and suffering extreme paranoia. My automatic/direct debit/bank transfer payments should still go through as my bank account so far still functions and I have not moved from my home address nor do I have any plans to. Hounds of hell and their bitches can take a running jump and have as nice a life as they like anywhere else in the world that they please, as they aren’t actually local residents and have their own homes to return to! I happen to live HERE at home! Air B&B should be made illegal and criminals should be prevented from entering our country and from travelling abroad when they stir up such vendettae against innocents. I’d bet 95% of criminal convictions are so circumstantial and SOC instigated that I don’t believe barely a word of most news reporting for a good many years now! And no, masons are not allowed their crimes scotfree nor for all the money in the world! Twots!
On the way to readying winter outerwear, I called in for coffee and elevenses and poetry/art elucidation with a wacky artisty friend.
Had she heard…?
Well. No. No, nor me. So that made me feel better then. A bit less ignorant. Good!
Although there might have been a risk of having forgotten to get out of slippers and looking alike somewhere crossed between Michelin Man and Sulley from Monsters Inc in my onesy over half a dirty dozen of underwear layers hiding middle-age spread and bloomers of all things keeping me nice and warm without even a coat on yet, on my way home with shopping I got some snaps away from the yard for a change.
“Ruth Lechlitner” I’d said. She’d launched into stilts and Glastonbury remembrances and we paid no heed of either’s lack of attention for the other’s aside reflections.
Then something dawned. Noted. And forgotten.
On a scrappy coffee-stained notepad page she’d passed me this to bring home and ‘prove IT’ … she can write a ‘N0 Chance Operation’ poem from thin air too.
“yes, of course I can post it as soon as I’m… well, if I forget while passsing, it’s not that far to a post-box, really, is it!”
Do you know it’s still wherever I left it when i arrived through my door. hopelessly…
… and now two days later and hasn’t time flown as if it were only yesterday and I didn’t even put it on SPD for the pair of them! So here’s a poem from an anonymous no-one of some of ours esteem (posted with permission, guaranteed, special delivery, first class)
Repeat after me to write, leaving the left Sleeve in the uptight no fear don\\ ‘ t fight many small prediction can\\ ‘ t right rear sight site courtesy site mercy no mercy Now
I didn’t see who the translating helper was. A Ukranian virtual assistant in another virtual part of our world I believe. I’ve no idea of the poetic presentation but it’s as agreed a single line and in one breath. There may be countless versions of various poetic essences and deliveries in the making anytime durign the next century or three. We’re all such snails and so unconcerned for any rush “even if the whole world depends on IT…” is apparently our next elevenses workshopping writing prompt to prepare and be ready with.
Now did i drop my dry cleaning receipt on my way home? No idea. did I slip through one of them odd angle portals and I’m sure I was still in Nottingham or did I step out in Portsmouth in error? And without even realising…
here I am forgetting to post one of my several ModPo reflective poems from readings last week around Gertrude Stein, Jon Peale Bishop, and Dada, including the amazing and wonderful Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and her fantastic rebuke “A dozen cocktails – please” (maybe I should’ve capitalised, can’t remember and can’t be bothered to check…
in a hurry then
So far untitled while i’m working on Lechlitner and trying not to be too LOLling around as things to make and do like afternoon tea and fooding for dinner…
a poem (all mine, of course – Modern poetry, aka #ModPo and so:
even Stevens starts again
red w’ther days P’cock tales
w-hoosy-wore the trewzees
Willy win a skirt
wonderful when wars end wi’none of’em gettin’ g’hurt
cure it as y’cuss it
calm it while y’can
can ‘e call a cuppa cold contagion conception
zuccini in a zeppelin?
Zoology in zeal
zany zee-zee-zeeing x-o-phobic de’ts-z’ept’s. Reel.
© Colette Bates, October 2017 All Rights Reserved
(of course free to share! aren’t we all zillybillyGoatsGruff about IT! doesn’t that usually mean for personal and education use only and Fair Use always being applicable?)
I forgot to post a pic! Random grab from my snaps quick then…
Not so random actually… and although I do love my WordPress-iNG…. well, you can sometimes find me #skywatching elsewhere, like my latest post here: coleebeatsabout.blogspot.co.uk
One day IT will all make better sense… (tbc/ to be contd.)
(Are you sure you know how to drive this …ding!)
[PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEAD-BELL…zzz]