A cute and wise Dandelion musing about its existence! :)
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A cute and wise Dandelion musing about its existence! :)
My Word Can poem for our Thursdays at Two group: inclement/decline/private/languid/release/limit/pursuit
The Postman: Wrung Out
privately pursuing a languid reality
after toiling through all kinds of inclement weather
yes, I’d hit my limit in my declining years
now seek a release from all my cares
so I took up fishing, though I hate it so
just don’t bait my hooks… whatever
6/1/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Made me thoughtful this poem, specially as my reality isn't so languid at present.
:( Praying you find peace.
My assignment (1 of 2) for Thursdays at Two poetry group: (for 6/15/2023): Inclement/other than weather
Inclement Whether
Inclement language can beleaguer Poetry
notwithstanding free speech, it simply is
concerning to the community at large - an
linguistic aberration barely worth the echo,
encourages no imagination for the asking
merely exposing itself offensively - a
elephant in the room casting no shadow
never, no, never is too strong a word to
trivialize its total effect upon the dance
6/6/2023
Golden shovel: "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg
Acrostic: Inclement
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
re: Warm thanks, tailor!
Problem last evening in trying to log in on tablet.
Lol- Interesting reflection on language;
"Inclement language can beleaguer Poetry
notwithstanding free speech, it simply is
concerning to the community at large"
Schools should keep that in mind. Inclement language can also beleaguer Prose terribly!
An Anonymous Man Named Jericho
There once was a man who lived in a sole
Whose humor was ever so droll
He'd just been evicted due to an increase in rent
Which had gone up more than 50%
Said he felt like the victim of whack-a-mole
6/17/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
I saw this on my other forum and thought you people would get a giggle.
Couldn't find a better place to put it.
I lately lost a preposition
It hid, I thought, beneath my chair
And angrily I cried, "Perdition!
Up from out of in under there."
Correctness is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor,
And yet I wondered, "What should he come
Up from out of in under for?"
-Morris Bishop in the New Yorker, 27th September, 1947
IMV it would scan better without the "in" but I'm trying not to be picky. :)
Lol ! Enjoyed :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor[/b][/font]
Enjoyed it too, spikepips! Would also prefer the last line without the "in", but I am not native!
I suspect this anonymous has a very large family,Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
The flower
There once was a flower
That had brothers and sisters many,
and they all lived on a big tree,
near Annabell Lee.
It was a good life
without much toil or strife
and frequent visits from a bee
that lived near Annabell Lee.
But the little flower became sad
she was bored of being a flower
all the time and every hour,
the wide world she wanted to see
or at least the town of Annabel Lee.
So she asked her friend the bee:
dear bee, take me to Annabell Lee.
But the bee asked:
how will we achieve it
if you have neither wings nor feet?
They asked a fairy for help
who transformed the little
flower in a snail and gave her
an own house to carry.
And if you are lucky
you can see a little snail and a small bee
on the way to Annabell Lee!
Enjoyed very much ! Interesting use of the name Annabell Lee: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annabel_Lee
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Caramba. I thought Annabell Lee was from a Beatles song. Thanks for the link tailor.
My Word Can poem from 6/15/2023: practicality, sequoia, navigate, fletcher
the fletcher
in all practicality using a bow and arrow
will come in handy once bullets are scarce
making it easier to navigate the necessity
to hunt in the land of sequoias when guns
become useless and traps hit or miss…
arrowhead making is in our DNA, but for
tried and true flight I’ll have a fletcher
in my tribe when all is said and done
the sure arrow’s flight
that fletchers facilitate
finds fish, fowl, and beasts
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
The future is the past/The end is the beginning as the poet said.
My Word Can poem for our Thursdays at Two group: 7/6/2023: match, wave, listening, arrogant, alteration, nerve, soil
one with the sea
listening to the matchless waves crashing upon the shore
arrogant waves unmoved by my nerve
to scrabble down a ravine of loosened soil to gain
access to the beach to clear my mind - alterations of spirit
to find… peace - one with the sea
7/6/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Enjoyed!The enjambements confer a wavy pattern to the poem.
My Word Can poem from our Thursdays at Two poetry group 7/20/2023: cement. arrangement, sonogram, distinctive, ardent, scent, hillside
Epithet
Cast in cement
A distinctive arrangement
Of ardent intent -
A hillside tableau
If one were to imagine:
The scent of tall pines
And birdsong and buzzing bugs
About one’s face
I snag upon a root and fall
“Son-o-gram!” in loud distress
As two butterflies flit on by
7/20/2023 r, 7/22/2022 utterance > distress
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Enjoyed, specially "Son-o-gram"i Unusual solution.
My Word Can poem from our Thursdays at Two poetry group 8/3/2023: attempt, strike, planet, shaven, bluff
the magic of bowling
attempting a strike
it's everynight at the bowling alley
playing the greatest game on the planet
clean shaven, wearing my team shirt
looking like a mantis on the approach
arms and legs so with 3-fingers in
my tailor made finger-tip ball
as I bluff my proficiency of the
night's lane conditions - too oily for
my taste usually, but with
all the memory muscles I can muster
I manage to let my bowling ball
rip applying lift and torque at release
just clearing my right ankle
feet sliding - ball sliding, left foot stopping
heart pounding as I hope the ball grabs
and sets just at the right angle into
the 1-3 pocket ... praying for no solid 7,
nor 8, nor 9, nor 10 pin
STRIKE !
8/3/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Enjoyed the poem though, having bowled only once or twice in my life, I don´t understand the mysterious language of :
"and sets[the ball]just at the right angle into
the 1-3 pocket ... praying for no solid 7,
nor 8, nor 9, nor 10 pin".
I'll take that as a question :)
* The following is from my experiences circa 1960 (the first time I ever bowled :) - 1999 (when disabilities and finances quelled my spirit)
High Skill Bowling 101: Lane conditions & other minutia
There is oil applied to a lane's surface to both protect the coated wood surface (main reason) and to assist bowlers with a high skill level to get strikes. There are many oil patterns that may be applied but know that there are areas on each lane surface where it varies greatly - with the back end of each lane generally having much less oil than the first 30-40 feet. AND the oil isn't generally applied evenly from side to side AND as time and use over the course of a game the oil will migrate and/or lessen due to the bowling balls picking up the oil, hence bowling towels to clean off the oil or other matter from bowling balls between frames, so... AND in the course of semi-pro and pro tournaments bowlers move to a different pair of lanes after each game inheriting the oil conditions mucked up by the previous bowlers. OH, and for much of my hay days left handed bowlers had an advantage over right handers because their lane "conditions" didn't change as radically due to many more righties than lefties mucking up the lanes. OH, and the wooden lanes (maple & pine) are not all coated with the same coating from bowling venue to venue nor "dressed" or conditioned with oil the same way or the same oil...
(Unless the bowling ball is sliding all the way continuously down the lane) when a bowling ball finally "sets" from its course down the lane it generally has stopped sliding due to the lessening of friction from an oil pattern (friction interacting between the moving ball's surface and lane surface), and for a right hander, like me, with the lift and torque applied at the point of release over the foul line (depending on how the bowling ball is drilled relative to the weight block, or denser material inside the ball itself in a myriad of core configurations) the ball will begin to turn left, or "hook", "setting" (hopefully) at the ideal angle to strike the 1 & 3 pins or "pocket" nearly simultaneously for the optimum strike angle. "Setting" early would hit the #1 "head pin" too heavy or not at all to the left; "setting" late would hit the pins to the right side of the ideal "pocket" hit... unless "gutter" balls resulted of course.
Other factors include speed of the bowling ball, weight, angle of attack, etc.. I had the dubious luck to be able to leave any of the back 4-pins singly ("solid" 7, or 8, or 9, or 10 pin) with what I considered a perfect "shot". Hence, even when I averaged 215 per game at the top of my skill I couldn't get the prized "sanctioned 300" game/800 series (3-games) though I had 1-unsanctioned league 300 game and others in practice sessions...
My best career "sanctioned" game = 290 and "sanctioned" series = 794 (3-games); the 290 game started with a "solid" 7-pin in frame #1 followed by the "spare" and 11-strikes... the 794 series having a high game of 279 which consisted of 11-strikes and the "spare" of a single pin somewhere in the middle of the game: an average of 264+ for that 3-game series which I performed in the first week of a "handicap" bowling league (pins are given to the team of lesser team average at a percentage of the difference between the two teams usually 80% constituting the handicap) watching my bowling average shrink from week to week for a very long time before stabilizing. This was why I generally bowled non-handicap leagues ("scratch" leagues) or tournaments or "pot games" (bowlers competing with each other generally in a non-league/non-tournament group with the winner of each game receiving the money set aside per person per game or "pot") ie: gambling.
No, I'm not bitter that I never had a "sanctioned" 300 game or 800 series while nearly all my peers (and many others with much less ability but better luck) had at least one or the other or many... I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter...
... ending meaningless soliloquy.
High Skill Bowling 201: Overcoming lane conditions with the use of multiple bowling balls of different stocks/cores/porosity/and biased weights (maybe later)
Addendum: Wikipedia link for useful terms, et al: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_bowling#S
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Thanks, tailor, also for the glossary, this is quite a bowling treatise. You played in bowling tournaments.The one or two time I went bowling it was for entertainment so it was quite simple. One got there after a pizza or so. There was a bowling hall like this one in the Portuguese wiki page:https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boliche. I never had heard about the oil and I don´t remember the pins getting oily. Then one bought the number of strikes and off to the trial. Either you felled the pins or you didn´t. In my case the pins usually remained calmly where they were...and that was it.
Sounds like you enjoyed yourself :)
Thursdays at Two assignment for 8/17/2023: Place of significance not of current home from the past.
Childhood’s End/Seattle - an acrostic/telestich exercise
Carkeek Park escapism through nettleS
Aromatic streams with skunk cabbagE
Running down through the canyon florA
Keeping to the paths preternaturally cuT
E'er trod by wildlife and vagabonds thaT
Eventually reach the shallow shores alL
Known to the children in northwest SeattlE
8/17/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Enjoyed the engeniosity of your poem after googling "telestich". I wish I had explored Seattle better the one time I was there. But the time allowed on shore was short, we had no map so we kept near the place of the ferry.
The ferries are fun... Seattle has so much to offer :)
The best I had to offer for our impromptu Word Can poem came out a bit abstract:
My Word Can poem from our Thursdays at Two poetry group 8/17/2023: lighten,pearl, descent, symbolize, in mist, jabber, confess
she had symbolize
she had symbolize
a lightening of pearl descent
I confess
in mists she wandered
seeking light as
mockingbirds jabbered
8/17/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
re: I don´t think so, the images are very clear. I´m only a bit in doubt of using "lightening" here. Maybe I would use "rain" but it would change the meaning and the number of syllables. And is it not perhaps: "she had symbolized"?
It made sense when I wrote it... let me try an analysis of my own poem:
"she had symbolize"...
I laser focused on "ize" as eyes and instantly I had my protagonist (I like eyes).
The "symbol" came along for the ride since it was there and maybe could be a euphemism, used in toto, for "wide eyed" as in eyes the size of a cymbal, perhaps symbolic of innocence and purity.
"a lightening of pearl descent"...
Perhaps alluding to "The Birth of Venus" painting by the artist Sandro Botticelli .
"I confess"... straight forward - I had to put "confess" somewhere and time was moving; moving on...
This part of the poem is a bit more straightforward in my mind:
"in mists she wandered"...
Living in the natural world not contentedly
"seeking light as"...
Seeking enlightenment/peace/spirituality...
"mockingbirds jabbered"...
Those who live in the natural world mocking/deriding her decision to seek beyond the natural world.
10+ minutes isn't much time to write under pressure and I trusted Parker on this one as the ink flowed.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
I see! 10 minutes is indeed little time to write a poem.
I liked the poem, I only thought there might be a "d" missing at the end of "symbolize" as it seemed that the action had been completed in the past.
The second strophe is indeed very clear! It is the one I prefer.
My Word Can poem from our Thursdays at Two poetry group 9/7/2023: tile, habitat, crouch, technique, announce
the cheetah
master of its habitat
the cheetah is
short on technique
but long on speed -
first crouching it
ambushes its prey with
a blazing sprint
but sometimes birds
will mob or savanna
creatures may bark
to otherwise announce
its intention at the start
leading to a futile hunt
9/7/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Enjoyed the poem. Lol moment: tile-futile
An anaphora exercise using famous first lines (superscript) and my fill not bolded.
He Who is a Poet
"Here lies a man cut off by fate"1
"He wakes, who never thought to wake again,"2
"He wasn’t dumb. His intellect was sound"3 -
he having recovered from a mild stroke
He glanced over at his dear departed wife
"He coveted her portrait."4 and paused to reflect -
"Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,"5
He then made his way from his bedchamber
"He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush"6 of
heretofore hidden servants appear to assist him…
"He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark"7 and mused:
"Here I sit,"8 (gathering parchment, ink, and pen)
"Here's to the mice that scare the lions,"9
"He who writes a poem opens a window."10 and is set free!
1 - Friedrich Schiller; Epitaph
2 - Rupert Brooke; The Life Beyond
3 - Wilhelm Busch; Crazy a translation of “Der Narr”
4 - Vachel Lindsay; The Moon Is A Painter
5 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; By The North Sea
6 - Paul Muldoon; Tell
7 - Wilfred Owen; Disabled
8 - Brittany Ann; Here I Sit
9 - Vachel Lindsay; Here's To The Mice!.
10 - Mário Quintana; Emergency
and my Word Can poem ( eleven participants !!! )...
Word Can poem: collapse, mix, tradition, compassion, junior, Wednesday, suddenly, colony, weak, druid, admit
Wednesday’s Child Has Far to Go
T’was Wednesday
Knock on wood - a weakness I admit
Born of druidic tradition with perhaps
A færie mix
The necessity came suddenly
From my gobsmacked collapse
I, the junior in our party
When we came upon a colony
Deep in an ancient forest
A moot of Ents who ministered
To my needs in offering compassion
For my relapse
9/21/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Forgive me the formatting of the above... the Edit Post function is being unkind.
update: format and errors corrected :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Never mind the formatting, The function doesn´t work very well on Litnet. I suppose the whole poem is a line below the other.
"He who is a poet" loved this anaphoric exercise and the inclusion of Schiller, Busch and Quintana, the later somehow releasing the poem to the world. Will try a similar exercise but I need time.
"Wednesday’s Child Has Far to Go"- Good synthetic form in spite of eleven words. Enjoyed!
Confirming: The relapse is the knock on wood?
Thanx!
re: "Confirming: The relapse is the knock on wood?" - in my under the clock haste I envisioned knocking on wood with respect to knocking on an Ent in error. Also my word list contain(ed) a transcription error "comparison" in the list should be "compassion" as I used it in the poem correctly :)
update: corrected :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
:) :) :)
Word Can poem: tribute, minute, constant, modest, brim, under, notion
a salt spray ocean tang
a salt spray ocean tang
greets me on the shore
under calm gray skies -
a tribute to the constant
modest notions that fill
my brainpan to the brim
- a positive meniscus of
waves of thought when
viewed - anything but
minute from within -
inspired by the simple act
of walking on the shore
10/5/2023 r.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Charming, serene poem!
My Thursdays at Two assignment for 10/19/2023: Sea creature
Acrostic by tailor
“Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.” - Jack Kerouac
Staring upwards I await to ambush; I’m
“the meanest things in creation"1 -
a byname I've earned by those hazarding my
rough mouth revealing razor teeth - with a
gaze that would curdle milk I'm told
and a surprise near my dead eyes to
zap the unwary with a jolting shock of
electricity if disturbed whilst pondering,
resting in the seabed feigning indifference
10/19/2023 1 - Ichthyologist William Leo Smith
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Lol. A crocodile, maybe? Enjoyed.A bit perplexed by the small number 1 that appears near the date,