Fashion Me Your Words In April around 'Destructive Weapons'. We are not using them here, only wrapping our thoughts around them, and FOLDING them into Poems.
The poetry Form required is The Fold
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Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO POEMS ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE WEAPONS.
Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line 1 repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There MUST be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More in depth instructions HERE
[Depiction of Villon by Federico Cantu; image from Wikipedia; fair Use]
I was surfing the net just to spend one hour reading poetry, when I came across this interesting poem, which was poem of the day at Poemhunter on that day.
The Ballad Of The Proverbs - Poem by François Villon
So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
So good is your credit as the favors you got.
So much you promise that you will back out.
So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted;
so high climbs the price when you want a thing;
so much you want it that you pay the price;
so familiar it gets to you, you want it no more.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
So, you love a dog. Then feed it!
So long a song will run that people learn it.
So long you keep the fruit, it will rot.
So hot the struggle for a spot that it is won;
so cool you keep your act that your spirit freezes;
so hurriedly you act that you run into bad luck;
so tight you embrace that your catch slips away.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
So you scoff and laugh, and the fun is gone.
So you crave and spend, and lose your shirt.
So candid you are, no blow can be too low.
So good as a gift should a promise be.
So, if you love God, you obey the Church.
So, when you give much, you borrow much.
So, shifting winds turn to storm.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
Prince, so long as a fool persists, he grows wiser;
so, round the world he goes, but return he will,
so humbled and beaten back into servility.
So loud you cry Christmas, it is here.
I clicked into more poems by this poet and read them. François Villon was born in Paris in 1431 (the year that Joan of Arc was burned at the stake). One source gives the date as April 19, 1432 another as April 1, 1431. Villon's real name may have been François de Montcorbier or François des Loges: both of these names appear in official documents drawn up in Villon's lifetime.
From his poems we gather, that Villon was born in poverty and raised by a foster father, but that his mother was still living when her son was thirty years old. The surname "Villon," the poet tells us, is the name he adopted from his foster father, Guillaume de Villon. Villon became a student in arts, perhaps at about twelve years of age. He received a bachelor's degree from the University of Paris in 1449 and a master's degree in 1452. Between this year and 1455, nothing is known of his activities.
CHOOSE: one that you like and,
DISTIL: from one of them, a quote.
CONSTRUCT: based on your understanding or appreciation of the quote, a new poem, using any Poetry form you choose.
PLEASE: stay within 100 words.
SHARE: and add a link to the Villon poem you chose.
PREFACE: your newly written poem, with your quote and with credit given to François Villon
READ the poems of fellow poets in the linky.
And; while you are at it, here's Bob to serenade you.
So far, for the Year 2018, i have watched in awe [as if it were my very first viewing] SIX rainbow. I luv rainbows [and clouds][and February - my birth month]
a rainbow doesn’t even actually “exist,” … it’s not an object, it’s an optical phenomenon.
Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO AS MANY COLOURS AS YOU WISH TO ASCRIBE TO YOUR RAINBOW.
Constraints! Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More in depth instructions HERE
6. Fold origin HERE
I'll give you a bonus IF you fashion me also a paper one and share with your post
LETS HAVE FUN TOADS!!!
AND
Here's you linky: Post; and read the poems of everyone else posted.
That was: Despacito Parang by The Los Alumnos De San Juan Parang Group of Trinidad and Tobago
HERE'S AN IDEA OF WHAT THEY ARE SINGING:
Si, this is the time of the year when we luv to share
With our friends and family fans and foes
The days are short and longer the atsmosphere
Filled with love and laughter joy and care
Here's what
Look! we getting ready to wend up to Lopinot
The traffic tune up party ready for the show
We going nobody want to miss Los Alumnos
Then! we getting ready to wend up to Paramin
Where five in the morning we still paranging
If you love your parang let me see you do so
If you love your parang let me see you do so
If you love your parang let me see you do so
Despactio
This is happenning right here in Sweet Trinbago
We getting ready for the birth of Jesucristo
We doing lots of shopping everybody never so much love so
Despactio
This is how we do it here in sweet Trinbago
We moving house to house we don't have to know you
We eating and drinking everthing you bring yeah...
YOUR CHALLENGE: having heard and wrapped your pens, pencils and key-tapping fingers around the video,
Fashion me your words around the theme 'SLOWLY' in a poem of NOT MORE THAN 100 WORDS
NOTE Parang - a genre of Christmas Music from Trinidad and Tobago ...
HAVE FUN TOADS!!!
SO NOW HERE'S Luis Fonsi - Despacito ft. Daddy Yankee
FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ Lets build houses; as some parts of planet earth remain storm-ravished, some parts have weathered the storms. Yet some parts remain near-paradise. Poets: wherever we find ourselves, here is a call to build houses. Let's build them sturdy and strong or not at all. So fashion me your words folks.
Limit your poem to NOT MORE THAN one hundred words.
Be further inspired by:
Here are some images from MSN homes that are anything but ordinary
AND Poems
The House that Jack Built By Jacob Polley
the first trees were felled
and sailed in, wrecked, then slept
an age in the northern sun, blackening
to iron were found by horsemen
leading their horses and raised as
cloud’s axles, rafters of night, a god’s gates
were passed through, seen
from miles off, rolled the sun
and moon along their lintels, rooted, read the whole poem HERE
to a farmhouse, hanging
a hall from their outstretch, bracing floor
after floor on their inosculating
joists, which sang
to a barefoot tread and were called
home of shadows heart of the wind
Lamanby
... ... ...
White Houses by Claude McKay
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.
... ... ...
Dreamhouse by Mary Oliver from Pinterest
... ... ...
For an extra bonus, Please highlight your door for soon it be Halloween and surely someone will come-a knocking or not!!!
Hi toads, today i want you to stretch your imagination; ponder a natural disaster, past or recent, and tell me, what role you think, the gods might be playing, resulting in that particular natural disaster.
For a little oomph, along the creative process, read the following poem - 'Tremor' by Melissa Allen (appearing on page 46 of 'We Are All Japan Anthology', edited by Robert D. Wilson and Sasa Vazic 2012)
TREMOR
All it is
is the sliding of plates.
I always image freshly washed ones,
sliding warm and damp,
squeaking slightly
in protest
as you return them
to the cupboard
I forget how plates slip
from between your fingers.
What god concieved of this way
of building a planet?
This haphazard layer
of broken pottery
we have to step over.
The bare feet we're born with.
The liveliness of children
as they dance
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Your poem can take any form you wish in your delivery, my only constrain is that you use ONE HUNDRED OR LESS WORDS.
Have fun dear Toads, looking forward to reading some very very interesting writes
I always claim February as my month, and become very self-centered. February 11th is my birthday, but i carry on and on in mode 'pest-y' until the month passes.
Writing in a 'hobby mode', is what i do. I stake no claim to the tag of professional, and as i channel my way through retirement tunnel, I love the friendships, this path has thrown across the ways. The flames of light bouncing shadows playfully to dance on the walls of unknown territory. The challenge of words, bending and stretching my mind keeping me young and vibrant in my sixties.
One such challenge stretched my bow to tension of form-creating. When i let my arrow fly. There it was THE FOLD: right on target. Yes toads; The Fold was created in response to an online challenge to create a form. Now years later down the road, it is documented as a writable, usable form.
Notes on poetry form
Poetic form can be defined in different ways, but it is essentially a type of poem defined by the poem's physical structure.
Additionally, it defines a specific style or set of rules that must be used for writing that form.
Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words dance with me in celebration. Forgetting all others, focus your gaze on The Fold and write using the form. You can write fiction fact or fantasy, staying true to the following guidelines:
1. 11 lines
2.The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3.The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More indepth instructions HERE
6. Fold origin HERE
I encountered this word [megafauna] only recently while blog hopping, instantly i took a liking to it [megafauna] and said to myself,
i must use this word [megafauna].
So here am i, in the imaginary garden this weekend prompting my new fond real word megafauna - In terrestrial zoology, megafauna (Ancient Greek mégalo "large" + New Latin fauna "animal") are large or giant animals. The most common thresholds used are weight over 40 kilograms (90 lb) over 44 kilograms (100 lb) or over a metric ton 1,000 kilograms (2,205 lb)
So here's what you'll do. Write a poem in no more than 100 words about any megafauna you choose (living or extinct). Form and content is up to you. Word count however is stipulated (100 words)
You may (but don't have to) use the images at the begining of this post as a source of inspiration in fashioning your words to poetry.
One more thing - You must, must have fun, while FASHIONING YOUR WORDS
“I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail.”
-- Ricky Skaggs
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!
Growing by the rushing river,
Tall and stately in the valley!
I a light canoe will build me,
Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing,
That shall float on the river,
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn,
Like a yellow water-lily!
"Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-tree!
Lay aside your white-skin wrapper,
For the Summer-time is coming,
And the sun is warm in heaven,
And you need no white-skin wrapper!"
Thus aloud cried Hiawatha Read the rest here
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the waters Toads! A sailing we go It’s time to pull up anchor and write me, no more than 100 words of your best sailing stuff. And should you choose to shy away from the water; let it be still, a sailing experience, in dream or fantasy. Should you choose to tap into your inner child, that’s Okay too. Remember the days of folded paper planes flown around the classroom?
Earth Day started as an environmental awareness event in the United States in 1970. Now celebrated worldwide, events are held to demonstrate support for environmental protection; coordinated globally by the Earth Day Network, and celebrated in more than 192 countries each year. The theme for 2016 is "Trees for the earth"
Today April 22nd is Earth day. So, lets us celebrate the stewardship our planet : FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ so i can dance
Additionally while its easy and its okay to get caught up in the rhythms, Please limit your words to 100 inclusive of the title
SO I CAN DANCE
fashion me a coat of song
let’s dance to the beat of weekend’s light
let’s dance
let’s dance
beat
beat
of weekend’s light
[this poem continues at my blog - 'verses']
gillena cox 2016
That's it Toads. Lets celebrate. FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ so i can dance. Happy Earth Day