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  1. Inspired by one of gl's prose prompts, here is my attempt at a haibun. Bark Beetle Lost for words, I sit at my computer attempting to coax an inspiration from memories, answers unspoken. My thoughts clammer and clash with no clear path. Fingers sit idle on the keys hesitant to type letters onto the page. One stroke at a time, a word, a line, an image slowly grows. forest trail obscured silence roars through dead pines one brittle twig snaps -- jvg
  2. Orb

    Orb It's what they call a harvest moon although the harvest is pretty much over now. Round and orange and plump just sitting way up there in the November sky, marbled silence all alone not really shining more like a shadowed globe. These days I feel like that full of things to say yet isolated in the stillness shaded by loss and brightened by small joys, no more a fireworks display but a steady glow with just enough watts to find my way. --- --- Judi Van Gorder
  3. Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibhan, old poem of mine, in honor of St Patrick's Day. It is written in an old French Verse Form, the Pantoum. Seamrog Today 's a day for wearing green, St. Paddy, himself, would smile, agree. The shamrock 's worn, a token seen to teach about the Holy Three. St. Paddy, himself, would smile, agree, a slave with hope who grasped a star, to teach about the Holy Three, with faith his mission traveled far. A slave with hope who grasped a star and chased the serpents from the land, with faith his mission traveled far, in charity he took a stand. He chased the serpents from the land and now his message still is heard, in charity he took a stand, an act of love to share the Word, And now his message still is heard, the shamrock 's worn, a token seen an act of love to share the Word. Today 's, a day for wearing green. ----Judi Van Gorder Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh Seamrog, (Gaelic) shamrock, with its 3 leaves is said to represent not only the Holy Trinity, but also (the fruits of the spirit, faith, hope and charity), (love, valor and wit), (past, present and future) and uniquely Irish, (clever verse, music on the harp, and the art of shaving faces). In the 5th century, 16 year old, Maewyn Succat, of Wales, was enslaved by marauders and brought to Ireland. During his 6 year captivity he fell in love the land of his captors. Upon his escape, he found his way through Britain to Gaul, where he entered a monastery and took the name Patricius. He trained for the priesthood and eventually was sent, at his request, as Bishop to Ireland. There he converted the Celtic natives, including important people, royalty etc, of this primarily pagan country. This angered the Celtic Druids and he was arrested several times but he always managed to escape. In his 30 year ministry, he created schools, monasteries and churches. Because of his efforts, the Irish became the most literate of Western Europe of the time. He is said to have used the shamrock in his sermons to explain the Trinity, three separate elements of one entity, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He died March 17, 461 AD and is buried in Derry Down, Ireland. Legend has him chasing the snakes from Ireland with a sermon from a mountain top. Some say this legend is a metaphor for the conversion of the masses from paganism to Christianity. Apparantly there are no snakes native to Ireland.
  4. The Poetry of Judi Van Gorder ~~ © ~~ You can contact me at Tinker1111@wildblue.netA-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z 3 A.M. 40 Days and 40 Nights 98 BMW 540i 127 Hours A moment before sleep Absence Absolute Nonsense Action Verb Adjustment Advise to Old Prufrock African Spectacle Age Old Story Aliens American Soldier An Old Hymn Still Singing Anacreon's Creed Ancient Welshman Anticipated April 15 April Showers, How Cliché of Her Arctic Love Arthur and Marylyn At the Office ATM August Away Babies Born Here Backwards Balancing Act Ball Player Ballata Bark Beetle Battle Ground Beef Steak Best Left Behind Betrayal Bird's Eye View Bitch Black of the Moon Blackberry Patch Bombastic Bondage Broken The Book Born of the Earth Boycott A Brief Cast Briolette of India Brothers Burn-out Blues Burned Cafe Mocha Cantar Cat Tail Chained to the Frame Chardonnay Summer Charmed Chess (a translation) Cheezy Addiction Cherry Blossoms Chilly Forcast Chimes A Christmas Moment Church Parking Lot Clerihew Cold Cold Forever Combat Comfort Food Complex Math Computer Connection Condemned Cora Lynn Williams 1834-1849 craft Crisis Crystal Clear Curtal Sonnet Dana Dancers Darryl is Her Name Daylight Savings Day Is Done Day Thirteen Days Like This Deaf Tones Dedication deified Deprived Devil's Game Discordant Thoughts Dragon Due Tomorrow Dust Easter Goodies Easter Rathe Easy Way Out Echo at Dawn El Viejo elements EMail Empty Excuse Empty Moment Empty Stable Episode Erasure Essence etheree evening azimuth Eventide Eye of the Beholder Fair Weather Sailor Fall Fall Back Family Night Father-Daughter Feast in Cana Feed My Sheep Fencing Off (prose) Fiore Fire at the Core Fire Dance First Day of Chemo First Flight First Steps For All You Poets Out There Forgotten Forum Limerick Found Freedom French Flare Friend or Foe Fresh Start From Home Furry Fix Fuzzy Game 6, treinta sei Gathering Generosity Goodnight Mac Adoo Grit Between My Toes Hand on my Back Hat and the Cat Haiku Journal The Haunting Headline Heat of Autumn Heaven Heavenly Hamburger Heavenly Timber Heaven's Hue Hiding in the light Honey Seeded Whole Wheat Heaven Horsemen of Afghanistan Hot Topics House of Stone How Did I Get Here? How Great is He? How Many Times? I Am I Don't Relate I.E.D. I'm Not Mad In love In Memory of John Paul II In My Dotage In the Trenches Incendiary incomplete Incomprehensible Indigo informed Introduction Inuendo Irishman Limerick Italian Saraband It's In the Refrigerator Journal,Today's Weather Just Me Keats Kentucky Derby Laker gold Laker's Quest Lambs Lament Land Ho! Lanterne Laughing in Fall Colors Lavender Law and Reason Lectio Divina Left Behind leg-acy Legacy Letrilla translation Lions Tigers and Bears Listening Little Willie Long Haired Dog The Longest Night A Look Forward Love, An Old Cliché Lyrelling Mac Adoo's Wings Macy's Parade Day Magic Moments Magic of the Muse Malaise Marguerite Johnson, A Caged Bird No More May Me, the Condensed Version Memo to Hot Shot Memorial Mind Melt Mission For the Queen Monday Mono y Mono Monster Month of August Moonless Reflection Moonlight More Morning Brew Morning stillness Morning Sun Morning Walk Movie Night Mud Laps Music In My Dream My Dog Angel Mr. Jones Nature's Notes News Images Night Dwellers No Smoking No Surrender Nonsense Nostalgia Now Here's a No Brainer Nursery Ode to Laker Basketball Ode to Rain on a courtyard bench On the Cross On the Way to the Ladies Room One Bite One Note Tones One Too Many One Two Three,Ring Oogling the Bing Open Blinds Oprah Orb Os-Rune's Language Ostrich Races Out West Pallette Panacea Panache Paradise Adrift Parent Parrot Limerick Pase Doble The Path Path to Stillness Patriarch Pauline Peck's Pond Pier 39 The Pen Whispers Persimmon Phone Call to an Old Friend Pi Pi ∆∆∆∆∆ pillow woman Playing Poet Poet Police Shooting Politics Poor Man's Rhodedendron Pragmatic Wastrels Press Conference Pressure Cooker Prism Psalm in Action Puddles pyramid Queen Bee Queen of Spring Rain Raindrop Read, White and Blue the reader Rebirth Red Redwood Grove Regression Reluctant Ballade Remind Me Again? Reminders Requiem for Mac Adoo The Return Return of the Doe Ring of Love Robert Frost, Sower Roly Poly Roly Poly Prince Rhyming Lines Runway Rust Sample Scab Scarlet Scrumptuous Lumptuous Sculptured Heart Sea Dreamer Seamrog Sedoka Seven Deadly Sins Shade(hokku) Shadows Shadows at Dawn Shell Beach Shere Kahn Shift Change Short Balance Shout Sideshow Silenced Silly Rabbit Silly Willy Singed Wings Skald Sleep Smog Snyder (prose) Solitaire Song of Healing Song of the Matador Song of the Midnight Troubadour A Speck Splash Sport of Kings Spring Ahead Spring Awakening Spring Blossoms Spring Cleaning St. Pat Stand Off Starving Starbucks Stepping Up to Tomorrow Stressing Left Stud The Student sublime The Sun Sunrise Service Sunset's Tango Sunshine for Breakfast Super Bowl Sunday Super Sunday Surprise Survivor Swinging Door Syllabic Silliness Synergy Tail Wagging Taking Care of Business Tale of Honor Tattoo Tea and Grace Telling the Storm Temptation Tetractys They Shall Be Comforted Third Dimension Thirty Days Through the Mist Thrown Away Thursday Afternoon Time Timeless Titan Together Forever Tome Too Many Years Training Day Trail Boss Transformation Treasured Island Trifling Trinity Trite Trochee Turbulence Twelfth Night Sonnet Twins Two Dollar Bet Unicorn, Guardian Unidentified Uniquely Irish Unnoticed Upon This Rock Unprepared Vanquished in the Night Vexing Villanelle For Scottie Vows Waiting Prognosis Wake Up Call The Wanderer's Return Warning Warrior Woman Way Too Personal Welsh Inspiration When in the Woods When Starting a New Diet When You Sing You Pray Twice Where's Leigh? The Will Wind on the Terrace Winter Rain With Apologies Woe the Time Word of the Day Work Week Write On Writing in the Dark Yesterday You You Left Your Ring Youth zi Zimbabwe Child Poem TitlesA-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z
  5. Lambs I don't remember the names although I did attempt to read them all. Those names that have merged into a date. Real people going about everyday lives, running errands, doing their jobs, sacrificed without permission for a cause I can't understand. I mourn their loss, I honor their sacrifice, I will always remember that day. --- Judi Van Gorder 9-11-06 Another old poem that I wanted to archive on this site. I was reminded of it when reading David's What the Future Dares which is a much more intricate piece.
  6. with silent dawn fog rides the summer surf golden poppies sleep -------------------- --jvg
  7. In response to Brendan's poem Afghanistan I am posting this poem I wrote 11 years ago. Horsemen of Afghanistan Flesh against tanks, I saw them streaking across the TV screen. The horses, once the pride of the north, butter-fed, pampered and prized. Bred for endurance and speed, trained to be one with the chapandaz to excel on the field of the Buzkashi. A way of life, a culture lost. Equestrian royalty used as antiquated tools of war, to be sacrificed by terrorists, imperialists and those of us who think we can offer a better way. © Judi Van Gorder 11/12/01 Buskashi National Sport of Afghanistan
  8. Absence No blue ink stains on my fingers but the yearning that still lingers. It’s been too long since I’ve wondered too many days since I’ve hungered. Today I’ll write a simple rhyme, get back my groove and then in time I’ll dig a way inside of me to find a poem, set it free. . ---Judi Van Gorder
  9. Devil's Game I nudged the sleeping cat who slid from the foot stool landing upside down but righted herself instantly I'm sorry, but the devil made me do it.judi Van Gorder
  10. Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Japanese Poetry Tanka, 短歌 "short song" is meant to be filled with personal and emotional expression. The tanka expresses feelings and thoughts regardless of the direction they take. Originally there was also an attempt to connect these thoughts and feelings to nature. The tanka, unlike the haiku, may use figurative expressions such as metaphor or simile. The form is less rigid, more casual than the haiku. It allows the imagination to help the poet express feelings. The tanka is a descendant of the waka, one of the earliest Japanese forms and dates back to the 8th century. The description of the waka and tanka are separated by a thin line, mostly time. However the tanka is defined more by content and style than syllabic prescription, still most tanka like its ancestor the waka are confined by 31 onji or syllables and broken into 5 lines of 5-7-5-7-7. Members of the royal court were expected to write tanka and it was often exchanged as communication, including being passed as love notes. It became the concluding stanza of the communal linked Renga. Classic Japanese Tanka were collected in anthologies that were sponsored by members of the royal court. One of the most prominent writers of the 9th century was a woman, Ono no Komachi, still admired for her work. When a tanka is satirical it is sometimes referred to as kyoka. The form addressed themes as natural beauty, love, the impermanence of life, the activities of the common people and separation. "To be touched by things" "mono no aware" is an important idea in tanka writing as well as the later developed Haiku. A Tanka String is a group of tankas written around the same theme and strung together in no particular order. The tanka is: syllabic, 31 or less syllables, most commonly 5-7-5-7-7, in variation the lines are best kept with odd numbered syllables. normally but not always a 5 line poem, the 5 line pattern however does seem to prevail. defined by content and style more than the syllabic prescription. But there is still a pattern of short and long lines rather than a metered equal length. written as a personal or emotional expression of themes such as natural beauty, love, the impermanence of live, the activities of the common people composed with the priority of "to be touched by things" "mono no aware" and use of concrete images. I wait for you Oh! With tender passion As in my house The bamboo blinds stir Blown by autumn wind ---Princess Nukada (7th century) See how the blossoms That are falling about me Fade after long rain While, quietly as in prayer, I have gazed my life away. --- Ono no Komachi (9th century) I shut my eyes But nothing whatsoever Surfaces in my mind In my utter loneliness I open them up again ---Takuboku (19th century) chill of soundless night without your breath near my ear pillow untended lies on cold and empty bed waits for heat of your return. . . --- Judi Van Gorder Brooklyn on Nabisco at Leaps and Bounds Pediatric Horse Therapy Ranch small girl mounts tall horse braced leg slips from the stirrup animal adjusts steps under her shifted weight teaches smiling child balance ~~~jvg~~~
  11. Laker's Quest (a Kyrielle ) This story starts with failed success, an oxymoron true. But failed they did when poised for nothing less to steal the crown though Celts were hailed. The Laker upstarts in 08 surprised the NBA. Assailed the league, sneaked up to elevate but not quite win, those Celts were hailed. No more the upstarts in 09 they've slammed and jammed, their hearts prevailed, their turf, the glossy floor of pine, they play the game where champs are hailed. With Kobe, Fish and Pao, no saints, the team is not to be curtailed. L.O. and Drew will guard the paint and grasp the win where champs are hailed. The bench mob's speed and energy opponents can't deny. Unveiled this entourage can drain the three! They're here to win, as champs be hailed. My Lakers, I believe the best in basketball today. They've nailed the number one spot in the west, soon win it all, as champs be hailed. -------------------- Judi Van Gorder Here is an old poem I add here simply to archive it at this site. It is actually one of the first poems I ever wrote. I sent it to the team and got a letter back that they posted it in the locker room. Ode to Laker Basketball Exciting anxious bursts of joy and fear, anticipation grips the waiting din. The team appears upon the floor, a cheer, the long awaited game will soon begin. The breathless surge of rapid running feet. The sneaky pass behind the back connects. Staccato rhythm pounding out the beat, a giant hand above the rim...... rejects. The speed with which they run the court so small. The strength of these amazing acrobats displays of agility and grace in ones so tall, with hustle plays that do not show in stats. A hoop that brings the fan up off his seat, the rivalry that turns a cheer to "boo".... The shots that miss and "REBOUND" we repeat, they show a little razzle-dazzle too. The power felt while watching Shaq, slam...dunk, brings kindled hopes of winning back to back. It doesn't matter how the ball is sunk, determined Foxy takes it to the rack. The rush of being in the zone equates with fearless Kobe driving to the hole. Athletic prowess of the team relates, the kick outside to Fish to play his role. We know what Horry brings, play smart, age takes it's toll on legs but not the mind. Time slows the body not the heart, we have the legs of George for speed and kind. This arena hails tradition deep and sweet, of Magic, Wilt, Kareem and many more. In champions and superstars we meet the hallowed winning L.A. Laker lore. ----- Judi Van Gorder May 22, 2001
  12. This is a poem I wrote as an example for one of the verse forms I am documenting further down in this forum. I already posted the poem over at PC but in honor of rhyme guy who is known to like to write in rhyming couplets I am bringing it here. It is an exercise in catalectic trochaic tetrameter with head and tail rhyme. Now doesn't that sound pretentious, just writing the description makes me laugh at myself. Email Quick communication sketch, pick an address, forward, fetch. Jokes in mass invade my box, folks sworn send political talks. Photos, dogs and kids and chain posts still pledging luck or pain, "Send this on! If not you’ll die". Ending ads “A deal, must buy! Debt reductions cons abuse, get in touch and read the news. Friendships lost, renewed once more mending wounds ignored before. Now and then a cherished note, Wow! It's those on which I dote. -------- ---Judi Van Gorder
  13. A poem written this morning as an example of a verse form Cornish Fourteenth Century Stanza but the content is appropriate for the day... Happy Easter! Sunrise Service Empty cross upon a hill, rising sun warms morning chill, joyful sounds fill the air. I stand within the faithful press In MaryJanes and yellow dress, age 8, I can only stare.--- Judi Van Gorder
  14. Crystal Clear Winter has frozen the smallest movement outside, cold creeps into the cabin and I wake to tend a dying fire, poking at coals, adding kindling. A small whiff of smoke puffs back at me and I can taste the acrid woody warmth. Hidden away from the clanking, honking, rush of our yesterday I breathe clean air washed with a hint of pine. The dawn catches no sound, not the trickle of water nor your absent snore and from my frosted window I see a crystal world of unsoiled prospects. --- Judi Van Gorder An old one posted a long time ago at the Connection I brought it here to archive.
  15. Something I wrote 10 years ago in the moment. I wanted to Archive it here and thought it might be appropriate to revisit in light of recent events. Dust A dirty blanket of grey grit smothers the mangled, broken bodies of the unsuspecting and coats crippled humanity, stumbling from the rubble. This dust buries our innocence and exposes deceit and violence. It hampers rescue and dulls the senses of a nation. Yet we wade through to take care of our own. We will remove the filth and debris from the streets of New York and from the dark corners of the world, wherever cowardice is harbored and treachery is honored. And when the dust has settled we will shake it from our souls and move on. ---------------- --- Judi Van Gorder 9/12/01
  16. I.E.D. From a walled courtyard a ball is launched into a littered street. A curly headed boy races after on skinny legs. Left by a soldier of God at the side of the road, death in a plastic bag waits to be wakened by the unbeliever. The silence of the boom falls on deafened ears while God's fists pummel the boy's body leaving him broken and lifeless, faith forgotten. ---Judi Van Gorder I.E.D (revised from workshop) A ball is launched into the littered street from a walled courtyard. A curly headed boy races after it on skinny legs. At the side of the road, left by a soldier of God, death in a plastic bag waits to be wakened by the unbeliever. The silence of the boom falls on deafened ears while God's fist pummels the boy's body leaving him lifeless and broken, faith forgotten. ---Judi Van Gorder
  17. unidentified tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a rotting pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches, once ------------------- ---Judi Van Gorder A Nonet
  18. Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry The Tudor Lyric like so many poetic terms can have two definitions. Tudor Lyric is a stanzaic form found in Shapes of Our Singing by Canadian poet, author and educator Robin Skelton. Skelton described the form as a popular choice of 16th century English poets. He believed it was influenced by the ancient Welsh meter, Rhupunt, possibly brought to the court under the reign of King Edward I when the Welsh were placed under English law. Skelton cited Sir Thomas Wyatt as one who often used this form although I was unable to find a single example of its use in the anthologies I have available. Obviously my medieval library needs expanding. The Tudor Lyric as described by Robin Skelton is: stanzaic, written in any number of octaves. accentual verse with 2 stresses and 4 syllables per line. rhymed, aaabcccb dddefffe etc. Silenced by Judi Van Gorder With scratchy throat I can't emote or even quote the note out loud. So soon to bed the tome unread I lay my head upon a cloud. The Tudor Lyric also refers to any English poetry of the 16th century which could be set to music. The period spanned the reign of the line of Tudors. Poetry during this time was often sung, usually accompanied by a lyre. Interestingly all Tudors, except Edward, were musical. Henry VIII and Elizabeth both wrote music, played instruments and sang their compositions for the royal court. Many lyrics of Henry VIII have been documented. The classic, Greensleeves has even been attributed to Henry although the true author remains unknown. Some believe he wrote it while he was moving on from Ann Boleyn. The English royal court of that time was where the arts flourished although early on in the competitive, romantic atmosphere, literature was often clichéd and patronizing of the royal family. It also was often a means to gain social or political favor. Much of Robert Sidney's work was written while in exile and his poetry was his way of trying to get back into the King's good graces. Some prominent poets of the era, were Sir Thomas Wyatt, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, Sir Philip Sidney, Sir Edmund Spencer, Sir Walter Raleigh, Christopher Marlow, William Shakespeare and John Donne. The form of writing was varied, sonnets, cinquains, odes, blank verse and many of the French and Italian forms were experimented with in English. Sometime I fled the fire by Sir Thomas Wyatt Sometime I fled the fire, that me so burnt, By sea, by land, by water, and by wind: And now, the coals I follow, that be quaint, From Douer to Calais, with willing mind, Lo, how desire is both furth sprung, and spent: And he may see, that whilom was so blind: And all his labor, laughs he now to scorn, Meshed in the briers, that erst was only torn. In court to serve, The courtiers life. by Sir Thomas Wyatt IN court to serve decked with fresh array, Of sugared meats feeling the sweet repast: The life in bankets, and sundry kinds of play, Amid the press of lordly lokes to waste, Hath with it ioynde oft times such bitter taste. That who so ioys such kind of life to hold, In prison is fettered with chains of gold. Greensleeve Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company. Chorus: Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity. chorus I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave, I have both wagered life and land, Your love and good-will for to have. chorus If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity. chorus My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me. chorus Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, but still thou hadst it readily. Thy music still to play and sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me. chorus Well, I will pray to God on high, that thou my constancy mayst see, And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. chorus Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me. chorus Pastime with good company By King Henry VIII 1513 Pastime with good company I love and shall until I die. Grudge who likes, but none deny, So God be pleased, thus live will I. For my pastance: Hunt, sing, and dance. My heart is set! All goodly sport For my comfort. Who shall me let? Youth must have some dalliance, Of good or ill some pastance. Company I think then best -- All thoughts and fantasies to digest. For idleness Is chief mistress Of vices all. Then who can say But mirth and play Is best of all? Company with honesty Is virtue -- vices to flee. Company is good and ill, But every man has his free will. The best ensue. The worst eschew. My mind shall be. Virtue to use. Vice to refuse. Thus shall I use me! Pastime With Good Company from UTube
  19. Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry English Poetry Tyburn Poems can take one of two very different paths: Tyburn Verse is an invented form found all over the internet. This short verse centers around the 4 words that make up the first 4 lines.. The Tyburn is: a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines. Syllabic, 2-2-2-2-9-9 syllables per line. The 2 syllable lines should be one two syllable word. Rhymed, aaaabb. Repetition, L1 is repeated as the 5th and 6th syllables of L5, L2 is repeated as the 7th and 8th syllables of L5, L3 is repeated as the 5th and 6th syllables of L6 and L4 is repeated as the 7th and 8th syllables of L6. xa1 xa2 xa3 xa4 x x x x xa1 xa2 b x x x x xa3 xa4 b Condemned byJudi Van Gorder Contrite tonight midnight finite A church bell rings contrite tonight, thrice. Tyburn gallows midnight finite price. Tyburn Verse is also a thematic genre of poetry named for the infamous Tyburn gallows outside of 16th century London where a multitude of political prisoners as well as other condemned felons were hanged. The poetry exploits the many executions there. The frame of the verse is at the discretion of the poet. I have to admit, I found this genre much more fascinating to research than the invented form of the same name. Maybe that is why I chose to write the example poem for the invented verse form to also fit this thematic genre. The history of Tyburn includes such diverse names as Cromwell and Molly Brown. Poems in many forms document this segment of history and even play a role in its traditions. Recitation of the "Neck Verse" actually played a part in saving some of the condemned. Any first time offender could claim "benefit of clergy". Clergy, among the very few literates of the day, were not executed but only branded on first offence. But to prove they were clergy they had to read what became known as the Neck Verse, Psalm 51:1. Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy steadfast love; according to Thy abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. At midnight before a prisoner was to be hanged a bell would be rung at St Sepulchre's church near Newgate prison and the bellman would then recite aloud this verse: All you that in the condemned hole do lie, Prepare you, for tomorrow you shall die; Watch all and pray; The hour is drawing near, That you before the Almighty must appear. Examine well yourselves; in time repent, That you may not to eternal flames be sent. And when St Sepulchre's Bell in the morning tolls, The Lord above have mercy on your souls. ----------------------------------------- --- Anonymous Poet's of the caliber of Shakespeare and Alexander Pope were among the many who produced verse in this genre.Act II, Scene iii, Air XXVII---"Green Sleeves" by John Gay 1685-1732 Since lays were ade, for every degree, To curb vice in other as well as me I wonder we han't better company ------------ Upon Tyburn tree. But gold from law can take us out the sting; And if rich men, like us, were to swing, Twould thin the land, such numbers to string ------------ Upon Tyburn tree.
  20. Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Indian Poetry Hindi Region The Triveni is a relatively new form introduced by Gulzar, poet and Oscar award winning lyricist who won for best original song in Slum Dog Millionaire. The form is a popular 3 line verse mostly written in Urdu or Hindi. It uses the sher of the ghazal and adds a third line with a totally different perspective. It is a sort of Indian haiku without the syllable count. The Triveni is: a poem in 3 lines. written in lines of equal length. unrhymed written with a sher or complete closed couplet, a poem in itself. And concluded with single line which is an observation of the first 2 lines from a different perspective. At the Office by Judi Van Gorder The everyday routine of the office humms on and on, questions, quotes, sales and claims dawn my day. New lines for a poem flash upon my computer screen.
  21. Forgotten At ninety four or maybe ninety five, he puts on his best bow tie and a starched shirt, too big around the collar now. His clear blue eyes dance in anticipation of this outing. The round clock on the home's wall clicks past the hour, then past the next. His withered frame fidgets and droops in the chair placed by the lobby window. Still with watering eyes he watches and waits ----------for his son to come ---------------------or maybe his grandson. -------------- ---------------------- --- Judi Van Gorder Inspired by Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen
  22. Explore the Craft of Writing American Poetry Spoon River Verse is a subgenre of Mask or Persona poetry. The term is inspired by the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters, American Poet (1869-1950). The anthology is a series of poems written as if each poem was being spoken by the dead. The setting is a cemetery in an imaginary western town, Spoon River. The voices make up a 'history' of the town's past residents and their relationships. The Spoon River poem is a poem of voice. The poem speaks from and for a person, not necessarily the poet. The subject, diction and imagery should reflect the character who is speaking through the poem. Spoon River Verse is: framed at the discretion of the poet. dramatic. written in the voice of a character of a particular time and place. Usually the voice comes from the grave. The person, the era, the location should all be heard through the words of the poem. Cora Lynn Williams 1834-1849 by Judi Van Gorder Ma'am, 'scuse me Ma'am, you, standin' at that stone. Sorry to bother, but I been tryin' to find my fam'ly, and I need help. Mama told me I'd be honored to marry up with Mr. Williams, he's a fine upstandin' man, an Elder, and Papa says, 'cause of him we only lost one wagon crossin' the Platte... When we got to the Salt Lake he begun right away buildin' a cabin for me and my new sister-wife, Marilda, she's older'n me and is mama to his little girl and two rowdy boys. Some day we will have two rooms. I dreamt of havin' a sweet baby of my own, it's a wife's duty to bear children, but I never thought it'd hurt so much. I heard Mrs. Griffin, she helps with the birthin', she said somthin' 'bout my baby bein' turned and me so small. I 'member red sticky blood, the sweat, the awful, stabbin' pain and bein' tired, so tired I just had to stop and sleep…… then the cold, so cold it froze my bones. Was that my Mama I heard cryin'? I gotta find my Mama, my baby.... Maybe you could find Mr. Williams for me, he'll know what to do. Here are a few of the ladies from the Spoon River Anthologyby Edgar Lee Masters1915. Ollie Mc Gee Have you seen walking through the village A Man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husban who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, And with broken pride and shameful humility, I sank into the grave. But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie. In death, therefore, i am avenged. Flossie Cabanis FROM Bindle's opera house in the village To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ambition fired When sixteen years of age, Seeing "East Lynne," played here in the village By Ralph Barrett, the coming Romantic actor, who enthralled my soul. True, I trailed back home, a broken failure, When Ralph disappeared in New York, Leaving me alone in the city-- But life broke him also. In all this place of silence There are no kindred spirits. How I wish Duse could stand amid the pathos Of these quiet fields And read these words. Amelia Garrick YES, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets from Siever's woods Have crept over, growing sparsely. And you, you are a leader in New York, The wife of a noted millionaire, A name in the society columns, Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps By the mirage of distance. You have succeeded, I have failed In the eyes of the world. You are alive, I am dead. Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit; And I know that lying here far from you, Unheard of among your great friends In the brilliant world where you move, I am really the unconquerable power over your life That robs it of complete triumph. Minerva Jones I AM Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, And all the more when "Butch" Weldy Captured me after a brutal hunt. He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers; And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice. Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the verses I wrote?-- I thirsted so for love I hungered so for life!
  23. Explore the Craft of Writing PoetryThe Sonnet / Italian Poetry The Sicilian Sonnet The origin of the sonnet has some uncertainty, though it is believed to be born in Italy from the troubadours who sang for the courts and the earliest "true" sonnet is credited to Giacomo da Lentini of the Sicilian court of Frederick II (1197-1250) in the 13th century. Initially the Sicilian Sonnet was written with alternate repeating end words, (word sequence 12121212, 343434). With time, the alternating end word pattern of the Sicilian Sonnet evolved into an alternating rhyme pattern. (Repetition of end words would later appear in the Sestina in a more intricate mathematical sequence.) The defining features of the Sicilian Sonnet are: a quatorzain, made up of an octave followed by a sestet. metric, in English, written in iambic pentameter. composed with the octave presenting an idea, problem or question, followed by a sestet finding the solution or resolution. The word "sestet" originally was reserved for the sonnet or other forms in which the group of 6 lines attempts to distinguish itself from other line groups such as the octave of the sonnet. This is in contrast to the words sixain or sexain which are 6 line stanzas usually written in conjunction with other sixains or sexains as in the Sestina. rhymed using only 4 rhymes. The difference between Sicilian and Italian is in the rhyme scheme. The octave made up of 2 quatrains alternates rhyme abababab. The sestet made up of 2 tercets with alternate rhyme cdcdcd. The Song of Healing by Judi Van Gorder The urgent shouts, though muted, dig and dart inside the hidden catacombs of mind, because lost hope and fear can cloud the heart a gift is waiting, patient, pure and kind; when prodding pain is pulling me apart, my need grows deep and still is undefined, the pleading soul surrenders with a start, the gift remains steadfast, with Him aligned. The alleluias' simple healing ways can lift the ailing spirit from despair as music touches all who choose to raise their voice in gratitude and honest care. He craves no gilded song from us in praise, for love of us, He grants the gift of prayer. Here is Jacopo da Untini's (1188- 1240) "Io rn'aggio posto in core a Dio servire" (translated by John Drury): a Sicilian Sonnet "Io rn'aggio posto in core a Dio servire" I find room in my heart for serving God so that at last, I might reach Paradise, the holy place where, I have heard it said, solace and ease and gaiety suffice. Without my lady, though, I wouldn't tread heavenward for her blonde hair, her bright face, because my pleasure would be stale indeed if she were not a part of all that bliss. But no, believe me, I have no intent of trafficking in sin while going there. I only want to gaze at her, content with her sweet look, the deepness of her stare so all my consolation would be spent watching my lady's joy reach everywhere. Next the Petrarchan or Italian Sonnet
  24. Explore the Craft of Writing PoetryThe Sonnet / English Poetry The Shakespearean, English or Elizabethan Sonnet By Shakespeare's time, (his works are believed to date from 1590 through 1613), the sonnet had already been established in English poetry, thanks primarily to Wyatt, Surrey and Spenser William Shakespeare utilized and popularized the sonnet with the declamatory couplet. His popularity springboarded the sonnet to a prominent place in English literature and become the 2nd dominant sonnet form along side the Petrarchan or Italian Sonnet. The Shakespearean Sonnet, sometimes called the English Sonnet or Elizabethan Sonnet, does not use the octave/sestet structure of the Italian Sonnet. It is usually found in three quatrains ending with a rhyming couplet. Although the Italian form often pivots between the octave and the sestet, the Shakespearean Sonnet pivots deeper into the poem, sometime after line 9 or 10. Shakespeare even delayed the pivot until the 13th line in his Sonnet 30. Wherein the Italian sonnet discloses the epiphany of the subject slowly, the Shakespearean Sonnet makes a swift leap to the epiphany at the ending couplet. Cartoon by Steve Shann found at wordpress.com Shakespeare knew well the sonnet sequence is not a way of telling a story, but exists for the sake of prolonged lyrical meditation. His thoughts, his dreams, his loves all playout in this musical form. The defining features of the English or Shakespearean Sonnet are: it is a quatorzain made up of 3 quatrains and ending in a rhymed couplet. metric, written in iambic pentameter. Sometimes the opening line of the sonnet begins with the first foot, a trochee before the poem falls into a regular iambic pattern. composed with the volta (a non physical gap) or pivot (a shifting or tilting of the main line of thought) deep into the poem, varied but always well after the 2nd quatrain. developed so that each quatrain progresses toward a surprising turn of events in the ending couplet. The epiphany of the poem arrives in a swift leap at the end. rhymed with up to 7 rhymes with a rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg. composed with an ending rhymed couplet which should be declamatory and the defining feature of the sonnet. This couplet is often the loudest, most powerful part of the sonnet. Twelfth Night Sonnet by Judi Van Gorderfrom Act I Scene IV by William Shakespeare Viola, shipwrecked, pretends to be a boy in the service of Duke Orosini. She falls in love with him. He, thinking her his male servant sends her on an errand to woo the fair Olivia for him. Her response as Shakespeare wrote it is: Viola: "I'll do my best To woo your lady:" Aside Viola says: "yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife." Instead of Shakey's response, here is what I think she really said in sonnet form….. In your command I pledge I'll do my best To sing of you as hero, strong and fair and press the thought of you inside her breast that for your love, tis nothing she won't dare On your behalf with ruptured heart I meet To woo Olivia, the lovely lass and lay sweet blossoms at her dainty feet allowing all my hopes and dreams to pass Oh would that you could see beyond my dress No lad am I to tell your ribald jokes, A maid am I who pines for your caress and on your love for her, forever chokes. Alas I find this scene "a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife." For Pauline by Judi Van Gorder Again, brand new the acts of life unfold in chaos as her mind is purged and hurled. At every turn she must be watched and told, in vain she tries to comprehend her world. Before, she was a mother, now a child. Routine and care create dramatic masks when eyes look lost where once they probed and smiled. In fright she looks for him, Where's Leigh? She asks. Bewilderment and dread can lead to rage, Where's Leigh? her voice demands, the same refrain. Serenity and ease should come with age still, loyal friends and those she loved remain. The mystery delays instinctive tears while she resides unconscious of our fears. Now for the real deal ..... XVIII. To His Love by William Shakespeare(1564-1616) SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:— So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. CXCVIII. "Bright Star! by John Keats(1795-1821) BRIGHT Star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priest-like task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors:— No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever,—or else swoon to death. Reversed English Sonnet is simply a Shakespearean or English Sonnet with a reversed order of stanzas and rhyme scheme. aa bcbc dede fgfg "Sonnet Reversed" by Rupert Brooke Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon! Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures, Settled at Balham by the end of June. Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures, And in Antofagastas. Still he went Cityward daily; still she did abide At home. And both were really quite content With work and social pleasures. Then they died. They left three children (besides George, who drank): The eldest Jane, who married Mr Bell, William, the head-clerk in the County Bank, And Henry, a stock-broker, doing well. Returning to ItalyCaudate Sonnet
  25. Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Invented Forms The Pleiades is an invented form that can be found all over the internet including Shadow Poetry. It is named for the star cluster, Pleiades of which 6 of the stars are visible to the naked eye and others visible under the right conditions. The constellation was identified by Homer, 750 B.C. and named by the ancients as the seven sisters. The poetic form uses the numbers of the cluster and legend. It was introduced by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine lead editor and enhanced by haiku and tanka poet Hortensia Anderson. The Pleiades is: a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines. syllabic, each line is 6 syllables. titled with a single word. composed with each line beginning with the same letter as the beginning letter of the title. Unprepared by Judi Van Gorder Unlearned I am but utter ignorance is unacceptable, don't underestimate an ulcer corroding the upper tier of office, utmost caution applies.