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In the golden haze of a Paris cafe,
Where shadows and light began their play,
She sat with a gaze both sharp and deep,
While secrets of art were hers to keep.
Oh, Dora Maar, with emerald nails,
You moved through the city’s vibrant trails.
A flash of green on fingers fine,
Tracing the edge of a cubist line.
Before the canvas began to weep,
Or shadows of blue grew dark and steep,
Those ten bright tips of polished jade
Were the boldest marks that nature made.
A photographer’s eye, a surrealist mind,
Leaving the traditional world behind.
While Picasso captured the fractured face,
You held your own with a steady grace.
The emerald glow of a steady hand,
In a world that few could understand.
A muse, a creator, a spirit of fire,
Fueling the artist’s intense desire.
But beyond the paint and the storied past,
It is your own brilliance meant to last—
Dora Maar, with the forest-green hue,
A masterpiece born from the essence of you.
Shine on me, Sunshine
Pretty woman where do your secrets lie
Empty arms and stolen dreams
Your stares of cold pale blue
Lavender brazen fire moods
You walk into a room bold and without shame
With a smile on your face
Swing of your hips
A twist of the wrist
Phenomenal women you are
What secrets lie in the cobweb cavern tomb?
Your heart honeycomb of pain endured
No one can touch that beautifully cry
Your poems make me some what kind of discern and sigh
No one could mend and fill your worn out shoes
But you still
With a smile on your face
Swing of your hips
A twist of the wrist
Phenomenal women you are
By: Eve Roper 12/15/2015
A tribute to our wonderful girl Broken Wing
Free Verse
Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content free of traditional rules of versification, (freedom from fixed meter or rhyme).
In moving from line to line, the poet's main consideration is where to insert line breaks. Some ways of doing this include breaking the line where there is a natural pause or at a point of suspense for the reader.
I love the freedom Free Verse gives me. I wrote a poem on 11/1/2015 why I like Free Verse if anyone is interested in reading. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/free_verse_722977
For the contest, Poetry Writing #1, sponsor, Broken Wings
The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
"say Brian"
what is your poetry creed?"
POETRY IS AN ORAL ART AT ITS BEST WHEN RECITED
it then becomes a two-way unique one-off.experience .
ok then...to the detail-
"So is traditional line capitalisation ok with you?"
In RHYME ..YES..
but NOT otherwise as it creates a natural pause (ie it stilts) & thus disrupts the flow
"presumably thats why wrap-around lines are also a no-no for you? "
YES but mainly they are not visually conducive to read digitally or otherwise!
"Ok,I see that but what have
you got against those five forms
and the like,you know
acrostic,
kyrielle
terzanelle
villanelle
&pantoum etc? "
NOT against them per se
they can be good for a learning exercise,
a bit like scales are important when learning the piano
but are too contrived & mechanical IMHO for our art form
"Yet you like shape,visuals,emagi & ekphrasis verse! "
Indeed,they reveal my weakness for art in poetry!
"So why do you appear to dislike prose poetry!"
I don't dislike them as such, the two arts just don't mix for my taste.
"Are there particular forms that appeal?"
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,footle&hiku*(both in the singular especially)
tanka& American cinquain-will always ring my bell.
& of course
poetry in the OPEN VERSE style
which is what Brian?
**OPEN VERSE uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening
("Exploded View", 2011, original oil and acrylic)
Asymmetrical Cultural Warfare
Both people and traditional cultures value symmetry;
In humans it indicates healthy genes,
In Cultures it’s probably the same,
Indicating balanced and enduring values.
The modern world offers an exception to the rule;
A deconstruction of our nature
Into its primary components and building blocks,
But to what end?
Due to the pressure to celebrate perversity, er, I mean diversity,
Balanced faces now seem unnaturally suspect
Somehow too perfect, healthy and elite
As the average face sinks ever deeper into mutational overload.
Same for our culture, as the novel
And creatively abstract
- be it in art, political or scientific theory,
fashion, language and music -
Takes over our sensibilities
And leaves us suspect of the natural, wholesome and beautiful.
The world today is increasingly ruled by
The few deviant thought leaders
Picasso-like in their experimentation
With the art of living the everyday.
And we will know them by their mark;
Their lopsided features,
And spitefully mutant impact
On tradition.
It’s not a random thing after all,
It comes from our genes,
The ones we’ve kept from Nature’s culling
And the programs our AI now perfectly create.
(4/9/24)
Eid ul Azha
Eid ul Azha takes place on the 10th of Zil Hajj.
Eid-ul-Adha marks the end of Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca.
The Hajj to Mecca is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation upon male and female adults whose health and means permit it.
Abraham was instructed by Allah, in a dream, to raise the foundations of Holy Kaaba,the most sacred shrine in Mecca.
God revealed in a dream to Abraham to sacrifice his son Isma’il.
Abrahim and Isma’il set off to Mina for the sacrifice.
As they went, the devil attempted to lead Abraham astray by disobeying God and not to sacrifice his beloved son.
But Abraham remained unfaltered in his decision and true to God, and drove the devil away.
As Abraham prepared to kill his son, God stopped him and gave him a sheep to sacrifice instead.
So it is Popularly known as the Festival of Sacrifice
This Muslim holiday Eid-ul-Azha commemorates Prophet Abraham’s unselfish act of sacrificing(Qurbani) his own son to the One God, Allah.
The festival reminds everyone of the mercy and benefits bestowed upon mankind by Allah.
On Eid ul Azha many muslims come together with love and without a grudge.
Families sacrifice an animal and feed the poor and needy people .
And exchange greetings with the neighbours next door,family and friends also.
People who are away from the Holy pilgrimage, Hajj, also carry out this traditional sacrifice.
We go to the Mosques in our best clothes.
But first we sure we are clean from our head to our toes.
On People visit each other's homes and partake in festive meals with special dishes, beverages, and desserts.
Children receive gifts and sweets on this happy occasion.
This day I am ever so grateful being blessed Creature of God Almighty.
So we can truly conclude
Eid is always a blessed day
Filled with joy and blessing I must say.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess
guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured
letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and driven to Syria
Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures
dancing in the rain
two Pakistani sisters
shame their family
honor killings rained bullets
on pearls that smile on YouTube
where education
is horribly unbalanced
Jihad goes crazy
a gem shot by fanatics
receives the Nobel Peace Prize
For Richard Lamoureux's Let's Talk About It Poetry Contest
*Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims
a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!)
Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin
To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.
[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintains, line 5 & 6 repeat, which is the toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. in the final analysis, (in retrospect) everything in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance ! ]
knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist
south africa turmoiled
south africa turmoiled
security police
came with casspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink
~~~~~~~~~
The path to the wisdom
I was in love with a flower; now I am in love with light.
I escaped from pain and sorrow, even though was such delight.
I told my story in secret to all the birds and bees;
The light that I fell in love with it always brightens our night.
Your love is the source of brightness; your warmth engulfs the soul.
Your shine clears the darkness, and lovers will win the fight.
I and all Swallows together are looking for the spring.
We got lost in the autumn, but the winter is cold and fright.
We didn’t see the twilight; we lived in the longest night.
The dawn of tomorrow will make our day so bright.
The breeze told the flowers, Ask, Listen and Trust;
Follow your path to wisdom until we will all unite.
My part in this story is the tiniest part, indeed.
The nature wrote the story because nobody else can write.
12/2015
Pashang Salehi “ Haloo”
For the contest, Poetry Writing #1, sponsor Broken Wings
The form that I chose is called “GHAZAL.”
It is an old traditional Persian style of poetry with a fixed number of lines (between five and fifteen lines). Each line consists of two half verses or (Mesra). Each line must have the same length and syllables (weight). In the first line, both half verses must rhyme (sometimes followed by a refrain). In the subsequent lines, the second half verse rhymes with the same style with every line. Ghazal expresses the pain of loss and the beauty of love. It is usually ambiguous, and the reader can connect to the poem with their version of understanding and interpretation. I Love Ghazal because I love Hafez, the greatest Persian Poet who ever lived and the true master of Ghazal.
beneath
a green veil
willow branches
hide a stone-
nature reclaimed
or
beneath
a green veil
branches hide
a stone-
reclaimed by nature
or
beneath a green veil branches hide
a stone-
nature reclaimed
or
beneath branches
a stone-
nature
reclaimed
the options in non traditional are endless... get creative
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March 19, 2021
Poetry/Non Traditional Haiku
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All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Example non traditional haiku
for my contest Lets Get Creative with Haiku
Remember- lower case including title and no unneeded punctuation