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Alone and inconvenienced

It’s ModPo season again! Here’s my own latest ‘inspired’ poem…

 

Alone and inconvenienced

by spider why incline

an open invitation there

all other thoughts aside.

 

I should have been more cautious

and not looked him in the eye

for there he took his liberty

and over-ran my mind.

 

I wish I had a little book

to browse behind this screen,

to distract among its’ pages

– oui – then adrift more narrowly.

 

Now time is of the essence

though the spider’s in no rush

– attending to this workmanship –

we need a little hush.

 

The hands of time are crossed again

the thresh-hold is traversed

there is no stamp of un approval

yet the spider’s un perturbed.

 

Non! Sense has its’ own reason

does us no good wondering why

we cannot find all answers here

– quite – oft yet spider pries.

 

I wonder what he’s thinking

he looks as though he reads my mind

I wish he’d be skadaddling

For this territory is mine!

©©2018

Should you wish to hear how dreadful I sound reading my latest poem…

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Remembrance

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In Loving Memory of our wonderful Nans, RIP – I chose this photo from the few I’ve taken so far this morning to accompany my poem posted here today.

 

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!


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Immortal (Limerick)

The prompt for this week’s Limerick Poetry Challenge at Mind and Life Matters is ‘Immortal’. This word or an appropriate synonym must appear in the poem. That gave me a slight problem in realising the need to completely rework my second line. My use of the prompt word ‘immortal’ might not quite have fit the bill as it was – not that I’m after the grand prize myself 🙂 So, I managed to include a synonym just in case my ‘immortal’ was lacking and I ended up with an improved version compared to my original draft. 🙂 Yay!

I found this fitting image (below) on pixabay.com –  my limerick is below the pic 🙂 Enjoy!

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There once wished a happy old couple
endless life but that wish burst their bubble –
He forgot his wife’s T,
left with immoral, she
yelled “to hell with ya and on the double!”

(©Colette Bates 2016)

Now that I managed to write one for the challenge prompt myself, I can get around having a read of everyone else’s entries so far… and look forward to the next challenge prompt out on 14th (tomorrow!)