Life – A Marriane Poem

Life – A Marriane Poem

life oh, dear life

please be kind and gentle

don’t stab me like a pointed knife

been holding on

to thrive

For Sadje’s WDYS

Looking at the photo prompt by Sadje was both humbling and comforting. 

It’s not a new concept or sentiment that when life becomes so complex, we should look at the “silver lining” or “light at the end of the tunnel” or the “sunshine after the rain” concept.

Whether you’re making a difficult transition from school to work or between jobs, struggling with family issues, feeling depressed, or any other circumstance that makes life less than “enjoyable” or even “bearable” right now — remember that it’s just that: right now. 

 Keep the faith. Reflect on the myriad ways faith can have a purpose in our lives. There is religious and spiritual faith, of course, which may hold meaning for many people. But there is also faith in yourself, faith that things will turn out okay, faith that we are on a positive path, faith that we are meant to be here: in this school, in this job, in this field, faith that we met people for particular reasons, faith that we love certain people in specific ways for a reason, and faith that whatever happens you know you did the right thing. Some may call this faith “hope” or “trust” 

instead. 

For Val’s Scavenger Hunt

The Marianne is a verse form that is written with a combination rhyme and syllable count. It was created by Viola Berg . The lines should be centered on the page.The Marianne is:

  • a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
  • syllabic, 4/6/8/4/2 syllables per line.
  • rhymed, axaxa x being unrhymed.
  • titled and centered on the page.

Monster – An Ovi Poem

Monster – An Ovi Poem

you grabbed my arms when i said “no”

pushed me down hard i can’t let go

you’re a monster ready to blow

spitfire upon my soul.

rape, that’s how you call it, damn you!

don’t tell me you don’t have a clue

you tattoed my heart in deep blue

how could you have done that?

tell me, are you still that monster?

who put me through hell and in fear?

so don’t ask me as if you care

‘cos you never really.

What is rape?

If a man forces you to have penetrative sex or has sex with you without your consent or agreement, that’s rape. I don’t want to be so graphic about this, but it is basically brutal and graphic on its own terms alone. Rape could also happen not solely to a girl or a woman but to a man or, worst, a young boy.

Whatever the circumstances, nobody has the right to force you to have sex or have sex with you without your consent. If this happens to you, it’s important to remember it’s not your fault.

What is sexual assault?

If someone intentionally grabs or touches you in a sexual way that you don’t like, or you’re forced to kiss someone or do something else sexual against your will, that’s sexual assault.

What is consent?

Consent can never be assumed, even in a relationship or marriage. It doesn’t matter what you wore at the time or how you behaved — sex without your consent is rape.

You may not be able to consent if you were under the influence of alcohol or drugs, didn’t understand what was happening, or were asleep. It cannot be assumed if you can’t give your consent.

You’re allowed to change your mind — if, at first, you wanted to have sex but then decided against it, that’s ok, and no one has the right to force you to continue. If they don’t stop, they are committing sexual assault or rape.

for Val’s August Scavenger Hunt

Ovi is commonly known as 12th-century folk-songs of the Maranthi Region of India which expressed love, social irony and heroic events.

Tukaram, a 17th Century Maranthi Poet wrote:

Because I could not lie

I named my dog “God”.

Startled at first,

Soon he was smiling

Then dancing!

Now he won’t even bite.

Do you suppose this might work

On people, too?

The elements of the Ovi are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
  2. syllabic, 8-8-8-(less than 8 ) syllables
  3. rhymed, with L1, L2, L3 mono-rhymed L4 unrhymed. aaax, x being unrhymed

Murder She Planned – A Donna Limerick

Murder She Planned – A Donna Limerick

i could murder him ’till he dies

snuck his two eyeballs

by my finger

the look of fear

on him gives me chills.

i could throw him out of the ditch

slaughtered mercilessly

by gentle me

by sweet dear me

for breaking me deeply.

for Val’s Scavenger Hunt (https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/08/31/looking-at-names/)

  • The Donna is a syllabic Limerick, without requiring the anapestic rhythm. Created by Viola Berg, the verse should be witty and fun.
    • The Donna is:stanzaic, written in any number of quintains.
    • syllabic, lines of 8/6/4/4/6.
    • rhyme xabba, xcddc etc.

P.S.

i know a limerick should be whimsical, light, and sometimes funny, but what can i do? i am a rebel poet.

Saturday blues is probably taking a toll on my happy poet heart, so here i am again with another sort of dark poetry for Val’s prompts.

You

You

You are my best metaphor and my beautiful irony.

Are you ready to help me write my next best poetry?

The creativity you have is what fills in the void in my mind.

Love me or hate me, but i sure you know we’re perfectly imperfect together.

Of all the poems i wrote, i love the ones i wrote with you that’s sure.

My rhythm and my rhyme, my meters, and my syllable counts make sense with you.

Life is indeed filled with perfect harmony and joyous melody when spent with you.

I will love you forever, i promise i…

Swear

NaPoWriMo day 6 prompt

write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry. you could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. .

Weekends (A Blues Stanza)

Weekends (A Blues Stanza)

damn! don’t know what’s wrong with Saturdays and Sundays
there’s really something so wrong ’bout weekends
of course i need to move past Fridays.

if i change the days of the week would i have more of you?
just changing how it’s called would be easier boo?
but i need to rewrite the history too.

damn! i really don’t know how one struggles to accept
no matter what you do acceptance is hard fact
i need to figure out just a bit.

oh, i really don’t know what’s wrong with weekends
maybe there is nothing wrong i guess
just me in chaos in total mess.

NaPoWriMo Scavenger Hunt #6
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/

The Blues confronts life head on, often expressed in sarcasm, wit and humor. Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967) is credited with making the Blues as much a part of American literature as it is a part of American music.

The elements of the Blues Stanza are:

• stanzaic, written in any number of triplets.

• accentual verse with 4 to 6 stresses a line, or whatever. The syllable count is 12 or close enough. You can see, there is lots of room to wiggle here. The meter changes to iambic pentameter when the stanza is used in the Blues Sonnet.

• structured. L1 makes a statement, L2 repeats L1 with minor variation, often a beat or two short, and L3 responds, with a “climatic parallel” to the first 2 lines. (a culminating contrast or extension of the statement) In effect you are writing a rhyming coupletposing as a triplet.

• rhymed, rhyme scheme aaa, bbb, ccc, ddd.

• adapted by some poets like Hughes to break the lines roughly in half, making a six line stanza.

• infused with a theme that comes from complaint or a lament, suffering, struggle, real life experiences. It meets life head on, no nonsense, often with sarcasm and with humor, a wisdom born from pain.

My Baby (An Alouette)

My Baby (An Alouette)

songs of hope i sing
in my arms i swing
my baby you’re remembered
daddy’s lullaby
every passing day
we’ll sing forever rendered

heaven is around
thoughts of you surround
our hearts grateful and blessed
watch over us dear
we heal we endure
losing you is beyond sad

NaPoWriMo For Val’s Scavenger Hunt #4
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/

The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word ‘alouette’ can also mean a children’s song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children’s poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line 

I Am Me

NO rack can torture me,
My soul ’s at liberty.
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one  
-Emily Dickinson, Time And Eternity

I Am Me

i am my own soul’s definite driver
i am my own mind’s sure thinker
i am my heart’s clear confidant
i am my body’s temple
i value my spirituality
i treasure what my thoughts see
i appreciate what my heart says
i protect  my body’s sanctuary
“no rack can torture me.”

i’ve witnessed how freedom of choice worked
I’ve seen people worship different gods and diety
i’ve heard men chant names of thy gods
i’ve known people preached every day around
i’ve come across men called evangelizers
i’ve had glimpses of their dedication with certainty
it’s so convincing they could change you
the knowledge is absolutely stunning
but they can’t change my spirituality
“my soul ’s at liberty.”

my body and mind are one
nothing that my mind wants that my body disagrees
nor does there is any contradictions around
they are separate entities
they have different functions
yet they act in perfect harmony as one
and when something is wrong
it’s worth taking note
there is more to me after
everything has been said than done
“behind this mortal bone.”

i am stronger than you ever think
i am empowered even if you think otherwise
you can topple down my spirit
you can hurt my feelings
you can humiliate my thoughts
you can question what i’ve done
you can hate me
you can despise me
but there is nothing you can do to bring me down
“there knits a bolder one”

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Today’s prompt is a  bit complex. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza.

THE GLOSA OR GLOSE is a form requiring:

a) A cabeza (or motto) – the quatrain borrowed from another poet, whose authorship must be acknowledged

b) Four 10-line stanzas, each ending with one of the lines in sequence from the cabeza.

c) A rhyme-scheme requirement that lines 6 and 9 rhyme with the final word of line 10.