Showing posts with label Task 40. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Task 40. Show all posts
Monday, 6 July 2009
Daylight and Darkness
Daylight
I sit upon the sand and think about
The sun and happiness that daylight brings.
And how it carries daydreams throught the clouds
So here, you'll find I am again, i sing.
The birds and men amongst me overhear
All of my thoughts and hopes that Earth will store
For me, the light is everything that's near
I need help to discover something more.
Like loving such another as myself
To stop becoming enemies with me,
And earning that love, respect to help my health
This is what makes me realise and see.
Transform the way i crave the magic of light,
To make my heart feel day instead of night.
Darkness
Like darkness, danger lurks at these very feet
And turns into a fear inside my heart.
I have to find a method out, to flee
But also, peril is comforting to start
A friendship and a sense of meaning of dusk
and helps to know your fears and demons too.
I like the way that shadows light up rugs
And love the way it shines a glow on you.
How, wonders i, why you force me into this,
A grip and prison i am trapped within.
How could you make me feel like this, so quick?
I can be strong and won't let you succeed.
It's me, not you, and i am here, so leave
Please take your evilness, but please return.
Faith and Atheism
Faith
I love that there is a God that never
Fails. To know the maker of everything.
Who loves and is love and will forever.
To give much in return for you to sing.
In complete surrender and with all I
Have to give. Yes it was the over flow
Of your grace that kept me in relation
With you. But the day when your glory shows
Those who knew will be in celebration.
Everlasting God forever more, will
You be a rock once more. For me: shelter
From such a stormy world. For me a still
Peace, through the worst of times. For Me: leader
When my path was hard to find. I love you.
Atheism
I hate when people try to make me one
Of their religious beliefs. Always
On my case. If I was in search of some
Kind of God a church would be in my days
Routine. Yet I do not wish to be seen
In one. When my time comes I highly
Doubt this view will change. Atheism means
I am keen to show theists the lively
way of existence. Carefree a life full
and lead only by me. However they
wish not to hear. So what can I do for
those who do not want to know. Always say
‘God loves you’ but God does not know anymore.
When I was young I was naive not now.
I love that there is a God that never
Fails. To know the maker of everything.
Who loves and is love and will forever.
To give much in return for you to sing.
In complete surrender and with all I
Have to give. Yes it was the over flow
Of your grace that kept me in relation
With you. But the day when your glory shows
Those who knew will be in celebration.
Everlasting God forever more, will
You be a rock once more. For me: shelter
From such a stormy world. For me a still
Peace, through the worst of times. For Me: leader
When my path was hard to find. I love you.
Atheism
I hate when people try to make me one
Of their religious beliefs. Always
On my case. If I was in search of some
Kind of God a church would be in my days
Routine. Yet I do not wish to be seen
In one. When my time comes I highly
Doubt this view will change. Atheism means
I am keen to show theists the lively
way of existence. Carefree a life full
and lead only by me. However they
wish not to hear. So what can I do for
those who do not want to know. Always say
‘God loves you’ but God does not know anymore.
When I was young I was naive not now.
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Slavery and Freedom
Slavery
I woke amidst a silence infantile,
The ennui suffered froze time – aeonic
Disease held my mind in its casket. Bile
And blood that brewed a spirit: platonic
Love liquor conjures beneath despising
The cherished nemesis; he poisoned, drugged
With hate the addiction I do now cling.
The emotional opium thieved, mugged
The inner being of its purity
I depend on a substance which induced
The bruising of my own security.
That infringed protection I am reduced
To. Memories I’ll take to my near grave
From my life as an African child slave. . .
I woke amidst a silence infantile,
The ennui suffered froze time – aeonic
Disease held my mind in its casket. Bile
And blood that brewed a spirit: platonic
Love liquor conjures beneath despising
The cherished nemesis; he poisoned, drugged
With hate the addiction I do now cling.
The emotional opium thieved, mugged
The inner being of its purity
I depend on a substance which induced
The bruising of my own security.
That infringed protection I am reduced
To. Memories I’ll take to my near grave
From my life as an African child slave. . .
Freedom
I listened carefully amidst reposed
Calm. Admiring her façade, weak and strong –
Both rivals battling for turf. Exposed
As lovers in affairs they should belong.
She conquered mental wounds an unaided
Eye would be blind to see. A soul of man,
A mind of woman. Tears had evaded
Her long ago. A medicine began
To guard her spirit from the ocean’s cries,
Far away in a heaven not yet heard
Of. Strength: the healer. Hope and faith baptised
A woman made of velvet steel. Her words
Echoed, resounded back to my sewn heart –
Sojourner’s words I cannot be apart . . .
Calm. Admiring her façade, weak and strong –
Both rivals battling for turf. Exposed
As lovers in affairs they should belong.
She conquered mental wounds an unaided
Eye would be blind to see. A soul of man,
A mind of woman. Tears had evaded
Her long ago. A medicine began
To guard her spirit from the ocean’s cries,
Far away in a heaven not yet heard
Of. Strength: the healer. Hope and faith baptised
A woman made of velvet steel. Her words
Echoed, resounded back to my sewn heart –
Sojourner’s words I cannot be apart . . .
Leyland and Leyton
Leyland
A lot of folk feel proud of where they’re from
And find it is a very special place.
They love it for it is from where they come
And many have memories. So embrace
The fact that they belong and therefore they
Do hold a passion deep inside their heart.
However though many may feel this way
I find myself quite different and apart
From what many may feel about their home
Town. I am glad I’m no longer there and
Have found a special place that I call home
No matter the fact that it is not grand.
I love the multicultural scene which
Was missing and why we had made the switch.
Leyton
A lot of people may look down their nose
At people who are living in the east
They many not like the way they speak and those
Are the ones who I like to call The Beasts
However I don’t care what’s on their minds
For they should see exactly what it’s like
To not belong. And visits there remind
Me of the fact that there was much dislike
Of us which were based on such stupid grounds.
At least where I live now I don’t have to
Experience that feeling that surrounds
Those of a different colour trying to
Fit in. In Leyton there no room for this
For each and every colour here exists.
A lot of folk feel proud of where they’re from
And find it is a very special place.
They love it for it is from where they come
And many have memories. So embrace
The fact that they belong and therefore they
Do hold a passion deep inside their heart.
However though many may feel this way
I find myself quite different and apart
From what many may feel about their home
Town. I am glad I’m no longer there and
Have found a special place that I call home
No matter the fact that it is not grand.
I love the multicultural scene which
Was missing and why we had made the switch.
Leyton
A lot of people may look down their nose
At people who are living in the east
They many not like the way they speak and those
Are the ones who I like to call The Beasts
However I don’t care what’s on their minds
For they should see exactly what it’s like
To not belong. And visits there remind
Me of the fact that there was much dislike
Of us which were based on such stupid grounds.
At least where I live now I don’t have to
Experience that feeling that surrounds
Those of a different colour trying to
Fit in. In Leyton there no room for this
For each and every colour here exists.
Saturday, 4 July 2009
Faith and Doubt
Faith
We know with all our hearts that this is love
we celerbrate its everpresent joy
our faiths reminds us of a special dove
it's for girls and boys for all to enjoy
that would like to rest on a shoulder
who are mis-understood lonely teens
who are now quickly becoming older
and becoming aggressive and more mean
is faith the everlasting thing thats true
am I in what people say is the path
it's for old but what about the new
I believed once and all people did was laughed
I understand that it might be from God
and for that reason i now nod
Doubt
I wonder if my faith is still the truth
so listen to the words I tell you dear
the words I say aren't just for the young youth
who are immune to having any fear
for faith is only two thousand years old
so is it available for the new
also remember that we are now bold
I wonder if my faith is what is true
Evolution comes in us with a creep
into our gullible minds by night
onwards and up shall it finally leap
I wonder if my faith is what is right
no listen to the words when i say no
my mind is empty I just don't know
We know with all our hearts that this is love
we celerbrate its everpresent joy
our faiths reminds us of a special dove
it's for girls and boys for all to enjoy
that would like to rest on a shoulder
who are mis-understood lonely teens
who are now quickly becoming older
and becoming aggressive and more mean
is faith the everlasting thing thats true
am I in what people say is the path
it's for old but what about the new
I believed once and all people did was laughed
I understand that it might be from God
and for that reason i now nod
Doubt
I wonder if my faith is still the truth
so listen to the words I tell you dear
the words I say aren't just for the young youth
who are immune to having any fear
for faith is only two thousand years old
so is it available for the new
also remember that we are now bold
I wonder if my faith is what is true
Evolution comes in us with a creep
into our gullible minds by night
onwards and up shall it finally leap
I wonder if my faith is what is right
no listen to the words when i say no
my mind is empty I just don't know
Friends or Enemies?
Friends
You are always there when I am alone,
especially through the hard and rough times.
You are a good friend that's what you've shown,
Your love is like a world of chimes.
You are someone whom i will share,
my secrets even the most embarrassing one.
You don't find them funny because you care.
Our friendship is like the sun.
It will never fade away.
You are more like a sister to me,
and we will never betray
each other. I will guarantee
you . Nobody will be a good friend like you.
We will always be together that's true.
Enemies
Enemies. That's a word we should not say,
because we should not have any.
But sometimes even best friends can turn away
and leave you in agony.
We could be friends, that's what i want,
but you already have chosen the way.
Your evilness is like a knifes sharp blunt,
which make my heart go hard as clay.
Jealousy closed your eyes.
It brought meanness, darkness, and
spitefulness to your heart,
which tore us apart and made hatefulness expand.
I know you want some space,
so i will leave you now, and you will never see my face.
You are always there when I am alone,
especially through the hard and rough times.
You are a good friend that's what you've shown,
Your love is like a world of chimes.
You are someone whom i will share,
my secrets even the most embarrassing one.
You don't find them funny because you care.
Our friendship is like the sun.
It will never fade away.
You are more like a sister to me,
and we will never betray
each other. I will guarantee
you . Nobody will be a good friend like you.
We will always be together that's true.
Enemies
Enemies. That's a word we should not say,
because we should not have any.
But sometimes even best friends can turn away
and leave you in agony.
We could be friends, that's what i want,
but you already have chosen the way.
Your evilness is like a knifes sharp blunt,
which make my heart go hard as clay.
Jealousy closed your eyes.
It brought meanness, darkness, and
spitefulness to your heart,
which tore us apart and made hatefulness expand.
I know you want some space,
so i will leave you now, and you will never see my face.
Pain and Bliss
Pain
The sun may shine throughout this warming day,
And birds may cheap their melancholic notes,
But nothing can replace my soul. I pray
To God, asking for another thick coat
In which I can hide all insecurities.
The Man on Mars must surely understand
What it is like as The Impurity,
To be the one who may as well be banned.
Yet there! The clouds are forming an answer,
The Sun has stopped it’s gleeful shine and joy
And doused with clouds, like sorrow to dancers.
For I can feel there’s no point in rejoice.
Although our Lives seem like a sea of love,
For me it often means spilling my blood.
Bliss
Oh Dear boy, surely your not speaking true?
From what I’ve seen Life is adventurous,
Just take the time and you will see it too.
Do not remain so inconspicuous.
The flowers there are swaying left to right,
The wildlife thrives, it grows off atmosphere.
Just have a look. Quite the eye-candy sight,
Oh wouldn’t you say? Just move into gear
And notice nature’s signs of assured glee.
The Sun, The trees, The Bees, The cats, the dogs,
They’re all the clips that join to make a scene.
As dear boy, I hope you believe in God.
Oh you’re too young to understand the truth,
That beauty is out there, looking for you!
The sun may shine throughout this warming day,
And birds may cheap their melancholic notes,
But nothing can replace my soul. I pray
To God, asking for another thick coat
In which I can hide all insecurities.
The Man on Mars must surely understand
What it is like as The Impurity,
To be the one who may as well be banned.
Yet there! The clouds are forming an answer,
The Sun has stopped it’s gleeful shine and joy
And doused with clouds, like sorrow to dancers.
For I can feel there’s no point in rejoice.
Although our Lives seem like a sea of love,
For me it often means spilling my blood.
Bliss
Oh Dear boy, surely your not speaking true?
From what I’ve seen Life is adventurous,
Just take the time and you will see it too.
Do not remain so inconspicuous.
The flowers there are swaying left to right,
The wildlife thrives, it grows off atmosphere.
Just have a look. Quite the eye-candy sight,
Oh wouldn’t you say? Just move into gear
And notice nature’s signs of assured glee.
The Sun, The trees, The Bees, The cats, the dogs,
They’re all the clips that join to make a scene.
As dear boy, I hope you believe in God.
Oh you’re too young to understand the truth,
That beauty is out there, looking for you!
Life and Death
Please bear in mind that these are the first sonnets I have EVER written, so it may be a little lame.
Life
I've always known that we live in a world,
Where love is worth nothing and life's a game,
And since the dawn of mankind, hate unfurled
Its wings, robbing humankind of their shame.
For every child born, another one dies,
For every war that stops, another starts.
Each happy smile killed by a thousand cries
Our loved ones suffer from broken hearts.
Sick of it all, for restful death I cry;
I yearn for the peace of eternal sleep.
I beg for the Good Lord to let me lie
Away from the world that caused me to weep.
And when my life does end, I pray the Lord
Will grant me heaven as my own reward
Death
It took me, long before I was ready,
And flung me into a world of despair;
A land of loneliness, shade, tragedy,
Where darkness and sorrow hang in the air,
A storm grey cloud of emptiness. Where did
All the colours go? Green, blue, yellow, red?
All gone. I never did manage to bid
My farewells to the human world. Instead,
That goddess, Mother Nature snatched my life
Away, took my soul to a private hell
Where desolation is forever rife.
Life is precious. Though things may not go well,
It's all you'll get. Treasure it all. And so,
I must say this. Life is dear. Don't let go.
Life
I've always known that we live in a world,
Where love is worth nothing and life's a game,
And since the dawn of mankind, hate unfurled
Its wings, robbing humankind of their shame.
For every child born, another one dies,
For every war that stops, another starts.
Each happy smile killed by a thousand cries
Our loved ones suffer from broken hearts.
Sick of it all, for restful death I cry;
I yearn for the peace of eternal sleep.
I beg for the Good Lord to let me lie
Away from the world that caused me to weep.
And when my life does end, I pray the Lord
Will grant me heaven as my own reward
Death
It took me, long before I was ready,
And flung me into a world of despair;
A land of loneliness, shade, tragedy,
Where darkness and sorrow hang in the air,
A storm grey cloud of emptiness. Where did
All the colours go? Green, blue, yellow, red?
All gone. I never did manage to bid
My farewells to the human world. Instead,
That goddess, Mother Nature snatched my life
Away, took my soul to a private hell
Where desolation is forever rife.
Life is precious. Though things may not go well,
It's all you'll get. Treasure it all. And so,
I must say this. Life is dear. Don't let go.
Love and Hate
This is my first EVER sonnet that i have EVER written so sorry if it's quite lame. :)
Love
I never thought I'd find someone
Who loves me the way you do, and
Looks out for me. You're like the sun
That has risen so high in the sky. Hands
intertwined, we walk with our heads held high
As if we're ready to fight the world, you
And me, together, as one. In the sky
Our future is written, and i see true
Love between you and me. You are my own
Survivor, you're my living proof, that love
Is alive and not dead. Our love has grown
Into something more, as all of the doves
Scatter around in the refreshing breeze
Showing the world what we're really made of.
Hate
Hate. Not a word I use alot, but when
I think of you, it's the only word that
Comes to my mind. You'd beat me around ten
Times when i speak my mind, tell me i'm fat
And starve me so that i become "better".
When you walk into the room, arrogance
Radiates from your body, an answer
Is all you need but you don't have patience.
So i get another beating, wishing
You would fall off the face of the earth but
You don't. I sit there, my body aching
From the pain you've caused me and yet i cut
My wrists, trying to free myself through death
Because I can't take the pain anymore.
Love
I never thought I'd find someone
Who loves me the way you do, and
Looks out for me. You're like the sun
That has risen so high in the sky. Hands
intertwined, we walk with our heads held high
As if we're ready to fight the world, you
And me, together, as one. In the sky
Our future is written, and i see true
Love between you and me. You are my own
Survivor, you're my living proof, that love
Is alive and not dead. Our love has grown
Into something more, as all of the doves
Scatter around in the refreshing breeze
Showing the world what we're really made of.
Hate
Hate. Not a word I use alot, but when
I think of you, it's the only word that
Comes to my mind. You'd beat me around ten
Times when i speak my mind, tell me i'm fat
And starve me so that i become "better".
When you walk into the room, arrogance
Radiates from your body, an answer
Is all you need but you don't have patience.
So i get another beating, wishing
You would fall off the face of the earth but
You don't. I sit there, my body aching
From the pain you've caused me and yet i cut
My wrists, trying to free myself through death
Because I can't take the pain anymore.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Light and Dark
Light
Enlightenment is soul's flower. Light brings
The power to the best, shares buoyancy
To all the rest. With light we‘re queens and kings
Eyes that risk spotting the light, lively, free
Light offers knowledge and brilliance. Light
Is an award to the winner, and shows
Condolence to the loser. Light is bright!
Light is a virtue; not a horrible
Disadvantage. There’s light that’s shimmering
Within you that illuminates your soul.
They say it’s always been there glistening.
Darkness will no longer be in control!
There is a great light of life within you.
Live the life within. Let the light shine through.
The power to the best, shares buoyancy
To all the rest. With light we‘re queens and kings
Eyes that risk spotting the light, lively, free
Light offers knowledge and brilliance. Light
Is an award to the winner, and shows
Condolence to the loser. Light is bright!
Light is a virtue; not a horrible
Disadvantage. There’s light that’s shimmering
Within you that illuminates your soul.
They say it’s always been there glistening.
Darkness will no longer be in control!
There is a great light of life within you.
Live the life within. Let the light shine through.
Dark
The darkness is a pestilence that eats
You. The darkness taunts and teases you
It waits and waits until you are all set,
Then the dark closes in and devours you.
Mistiness is what is left of your soul
No more contentment, no more buoyancy,
It’s like a thunderstorm that makes a hole
Blocking light to your soul. Uncommonly
I feel warmth inside darkness. And I feel
Certain safety in the dark. The darkness
Can wrap around you, hiding, concealing
You from others sight. Absolute darkness.
We are all the same in the dark. Equal.
Darkness is two-faced; safety or just cruel.
You. The darkness taunts and teases you
It waits and waits until you are all set,
Then the dark closes in and devours you.
Mistiness is what is left of your soul
No more contentment, no more buoyancy,
It’s like a thunderstorm that makes a hole
Blocking light to your soul. Uncommonly
I feel warmth inside darkness. And I feel
Certain safety in the dark. The darkness
Can wrap around you, hiding, concealing
You from others sight. Absolute darkness.
We are all the same in the dark. Equal.
Darkness is two-faced; safety or just cruel.
Freedom and Guilt
Innocence.
Cocooned within a flawless form of what
should be, perfection follows soon behind.
I sometimes try to doubt its presence-but
then slowly it seeks refuge in my mind.
Emotions need to be abused some may
say, yet to those who curse and howl and many
oppose. I simply ask for them to please obey
commands they may receive. Although any
may seek demise from deep inside-observe
for I do not repeat my words, a spell
so binding few escape. Killing their verve,
the innocence once prized now forms a cell
for those to gullible to understand.
I weep abandoned-searching for a hand.
Guilt.
Perhaps I do not understand, correct
me if I'm wrong. Yet to my knowledge exists
no more a suffocating soul. Neglect
from all that was once real soon persists,
it leaves me dying from inside-this jars
my psyche out of sync, my mind is scarred.
I'm now another captive; penned by bars
that I can only cease to thwart, though hard
I try. This prison keeps me safe, so safe.
Imprisoned deep within my mind remains
what once persisted. Freedom used to chafe
until a point of no return. The chains
of guilt now bind me to a wall of pain,
which if removed-I'll always live in vain.
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Monsoon and Drought
Monsoon
Wet rain will come to bless wet lands again,
The men are occupied securing land,
Now after annual work should clouds attain,
Monsoon reveals its wet, watery hand.
Worn out, the farmers need a hand with fields,
The farmers need some help with crops and trees,
The villagers make shelters as their shields,
When unprotected, seek mercy on knees.
We celebrate because we'll have fresh crops,
We'll sing and dance and worship our great God,
Anticipated when the rain will drop,
The clouds will burst like all the peas in pods.
It's time for the monsoon the come once more,
And time to end our great long year of bore!
Drought
A hot, dry drought falls over the wet lands,
It seems as though the water will vanish,
As drought his parched and arid hand,
The villagers prepare to be famished.
The crops will drain and might become useless,
the villager will thirst for rain and clouds,
The youngsters suffer much from this dryness,
And long for drink and a very moist ground.
The sun bores down with heat on the dry place,
The people wonder when they will be quenched,
The thirst of people is shown on their faces,
And hung in the air, starved dead bodies' stench.
When drought will draw his dry and arid hand,
Chaos and dullness will sweep through the land.
Wet rain will come to bless wet lands again,
The men are occupied securing land,
Now after annual work should clouds attain,
Monsoon reveals its wet, watery hand.
Worn out, the farmers need a hand with fields,
The farmers need some help with crops and trees,
The villagers make shelters as their shields,
When unprotected, seek mercy on knees.
We celebrate because we'll have fresh crops,
We'll sing and dance and worship our great God,
Anticipated when the rain will drop,
The clouds will burst like all the peas in pods.
It's time for the monsoon the come once more,
And time to end our great long year of bore!
Drought
A hot, dry drought falls over the wet lands,
It seems as though the water will vanish,
As drought his parched and arid hand,
The villagers prepare to be famished.
The crops will drain and might become useless,
the villager will thirst for rain and clouds,
The youngsters suffer much from this dryness,
And long for drink and a very moist ground.
The sun bores down with heat on the dry place,
The people wonder when they will be quenched,
The thirst of people is shown on their faces,
And hung in the air, starved dead bodies' stench.
When drought will draw his dry and arid hand,
Chaos and dullness will sweep through the land.
Touching Distance
Touching
It’s time for me to wave goodbye and bid
Your tantalising touch farewell; the days
You held my hand embed themselves amidst
My soul; my heart shall always crave the way
You cupped it delicately in your palms.
I love you. Touch me twice and time will freeze
To watch as passion chases frantic calm
Away. But now your touch is cold, a tease,
A vial of distant emptiness. The fire
Is dead; the love is done; your touch is stale
And now is none. The distance drove desire
Away and found a dying fairytale.
A well meant touch can free an “I love you”,
One thing that yours now never seem to do.
Distance
To you a love must be assisted by
The hand of touch. Yet distance harvests strength
And unifies two lovers. They can fly
With wings of trust, defying laws of length
That stand to stop their flight of happiness.
I love you. Love can span a thousand miles
Across a raging ocean. Emptiness
Is in the space but you are in my smile.
And yet you are unhappy. Why? To be
With you is harder than to love you from
Afar. It does not take a lot to see
That you have given up on me. Succumbed
Are you to that of touch, a craving I
Will have to use to say my last goodbye.
It’s time for me to wave goodbye and bid
Your tantalising touch farewell; the days
You held my hand embed themselves amidst
My soul; my heart shall always crave the way
You cupped it delicately in your palms.
I love you. Touch me twice and time will freeze
To watch as passion chases frantic calm
Away. But now your touch is cold, a tease,
A vial of distant emptiness. The fire
Is dead; the love is done; your touch is stale
And now is none. The distance drove desire
Away and found a dying fairytale.
A well meant touch can free an “I love you”,
One thing that yours now never seem to do.
Distance
To you a love must be assisted by
The hand of touch. Yet distance harvests strength
And unifies two lovers. They can fly
With wings of trust, defying laws of length
That stand to stop their flight of happiness.
I love you. Love can span a thousand miles
Across a raging ocean. Emptiness
Is in the space but you are in my smile.
And yet you are unhappy. Why? To be
With you is harder than to love you from
Afar. It does not take a lot to see
That you have given up on me. Succumbed
Are you to that of touch, a craving I
Will have to use to say my last goodbye.
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Life and Death
Life
A blooming rose is blowing in the breeze.
The night is old and ending really fast.
The shadows soon appear beneath the trees
And sunshine gleams. With beauty unsurpassed
It shines its light. The morning has begun.
The sun set is as beautiful as you,
None can compare. White as snow like a swan
My love to you is so great and so true.
The rainbow is now full, all colours here
Your smile attracts me in every way
You are my life and so you are my dear
Now my life starts with you right now, today.
The world is a wonderful place, you see
I am here. You and me will always be.
Death
The river weeps of sorrow and bleeds blood,
The sun died and the world is at an end
The whispers in my ear scare me but flood
My brain with wanted information. Dead.
The leaves on the trees turn evil. Dark, black.
No body knowes how it happens. Power,
Takes control on our actions we lack.
Leaves drop dead. Even things like a flower,
Die. Nothing moves, nothing breathes, death is here
Life can no longer exist, without you
My mind is full of hectic thoughts. I fear,
I fear my life has come to an end too.
We all were young once and now we are old
We shall wait for a new light to unfold.
A blooming rose is blowing in the breeze.
The night is old and ending really fast.
The shadows soon appear beneath the trees
And sunshine gleams. With beauty unsurpassed
It shines its light. The morning has begun.
The sun set is as beautiful as you,
None can compare. White as snow like a swan
My love to you is so great and so true.
The rainbow is now full, all colours here
Your smile attracts me in every way
You are my life and so you are my dear
Now my life starts with you right now, today.
The world is a wonderful place, you see
I am here. You and me will always be.
Death
The river weeps of sorrow and bleeds blood,
The sun died and the world is at an end
The whispers in my ear scare me but flood
My brain with wanted information. Dead.
The leaves on the trees turn evil. Dark, black.
No body knowes how it happens. Power,
Takes control on our actions we lack.
Leaves drop dead. Even things like a flower,
Die. Nothing moves, nothing breathes, death is here
Life can no longer exist, without you
My mind is full of hectic thoughts. I fear,
I fear my life has come to an end too.
We all were young once and now we are old
We shall wait for a new light to unfold.
Monday, 22 June 2009
Hope and Despair (Exemplar)
Hope
The clouds may hang lead-heavy in the sky
And sun may seem a stranger to this land,
But there amid the nimbus I can spy
A fleck of blue. It reaches out its hand
And, bright with backlight, spreads its fingers wide.
The dirt-grey sky is temporary. Mark
How quickly all the clouds now stand aside
To frame a sun which banishes the dark.
The sky is just a metaphor. Beware
The clouds which seek to infiltrate your mind.
If you are not alert, that fiend, despair,
Will shroud you in its shadow from behind.
The sky will soon explode with brightest blue
And we can bask beneath it, me and you.
Despair
Prepare yourself for too much painful truth.
The clouds are here to stay. The sun is cold
And weary. Grey remains the colour. Youth
Is just a breath. Too soon you will be old.
For every war that ends, another starts.
For every healthy child, another dies.
In time all lovers suffer broken hearts.
Each laugh is drowned by half a million cries.
What use is hope? A mirage in our midst.
Beware before you drink its heady brew
And drift without the power to resist
Intoxicating promises untrue.
The glass is empty; and there is no light
Beyond this tunnel’s everlasting night.
The clouds may hang lead-heavy in the sky
And sun may seem a stranger to this land,
But there amid the nimbus I can spy
A fleck of blue. It reaches out its hand
And, bright with backlight, spreads its fingers wide.
The dirt-grey sky is temporary. Mark
How quickly all the clouds now stand aside
To frame a sun which banishes the dark.
The sky is just a metaphor. Beware
The clouds which seek to infiltrate your mind.
If you are not alert, that fiend, despair,
Will shroud you in its shadow from behind.
The sky will soon explode with brightest blue
And we can bask beneath it, me and you.
Despair
Prepare yourself for too much painful truth.
The clouds are here to stay. The sun is cold
And weary. Grey remains the colour. Youth
Is just a breath. Too soon you will be old.
For every war that ends, another starts.
For every healthy child, another dies.
In time all lovers suffer broken hearts.
Each laugh is drowned by half a million cries.
What use is hope? A mirage in our midst.
Beware before you drink its heady brew
And drift without the power to resist
Intoxicating promises untrue.
The glass is empty; and there is no light
Beyond this tunnel’s everlasting night.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Task 40: A Tale of Two Sonnets
Welcome to the NEW wordvoodoo!
Please don't be confused by the fact that this task is called Task 40. There were 39 tasks on wordvoodoo in the past two years - and it will just confuse the blog TOO much if I go back to calling this Task 1. :)
If you have read this weekend's newsletter you will be well aware that tasks will become even more challenging now - and my expectations of your work will increase commensurately too. The stakes are high: the George Mitchell students will not want to be outdone by students from Connaught, Leytonstone or Norlington; and the Connaught, Leytonstone and Norlington students will want to outdo each other AND the George Mitchell students. I am hoping that a bit of healthy competition will inject a certain chemistry into the tasks - to everyone's benefit!
With Task 40, we return to that most perfect and yet elusive of poetic forms: the SONNET.
So, before I go any further, let me remind you all of the rules of sonnet writing...
Make no mistake - I shall be looking for pretty perfect iambic pentameter from ALL of you this week; and some very inventive caesura and enjambement from those of you with a real flair for this sort of stuff.
But Task 40 isn't just to write a sonnet. ANY wordvoodoo blogger worth anything can do that!
Task 40 requires you to write TWO sonnets; and the SECOND sonnet should be a direct response to the FIRST sonnet...
The world is full of binary opposition - conflicting ideas which are diametrically opposed to each other: love and hate; truth and deceit; peace and war; childhood and adulthood; hope and despair; the city and the countryside; Arsenal and Spurs; comedy and tragedy; vegetarianism and carnivorousness; faith and atheism... The list could go on forever.
You need to choose a pair of opposites - either from the list above (if you want) or completely of your own choice.
Then your FIRST sonnet needs to be written in the 1st person, from the point of view of one of your conflicting ideas. Subsequently, your SECOND sonnet should respond, also in the 1st person, to the first sonnet.
Kind of like 'answer poems', I guess: Ralegh's "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" to Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love". Or even 'answer songs': The Pirates' "You should really know" to Mario Winans' "I don't wanna know" or Sporty Thievz's "No Pigeons" to TLC's "No Scrubs".
You have two weeks to complete this task - and the deadline is midnight on Saturday 4th July. (So those of you with me on the residential need to make sure they do not leave it until the last minute!)
As always, I shall post an exemplar shortly, which will give you an idea of what I am looking for, and how to lay it out too.
And remember, this is wordvoodoo; so I am looking for:
Good luck!
Please don't be confused by the fact that this task is called Task 40. There were 39 tasks on wordvoodoo in the past two years - and it will just confuse the blog TOO much if I go back to calling this Task 1. :)
If you have read this weekend's newsletter you will be well aware that tasks will become even more challenging now - and my expectations of your work will increase commensurately too. The stakes are high: the George Mitchell students will not want to be outdone by students from Connaught, Leytonstone or Norlington; and the Connaught, Leytonstone and Norlington students will want to outdo each other AND the George Mitchell students. I am hoping that a bit of healthy competition will inject a certain chemistry into the tasks - to everyone's benefit!
With Task 40, we return to that most perfect and yet elusive of poetic forms: the SONNET.
So, before I go any further, let me remind you all of the rules of sonnet writing...
- A sonnet should have 14 lines
- Each line should be written in iambic pentameter (i.e. 5 iambic feet) - dee-DUM
- I am looking for the following rhyme scheme: ababcdcd efefgg
- Ideally, there will be a subtle change of mood/theme between the octave (lines 1-8) and the sestet (lines 9-14)
- Not all lines should be end-stopped - and enjambement is recommended, as is the use of caesura within some lines
Make no mistake - I shall be looking for pretty perfect iambic pentameter from ALL of you this week; and some very inventive caesura and enjambement from those of you with a real flair for this sort of stuff.
But Task 40 isn't just to write a sonnet. ANY wordvoodoo blogger worth anything can do that!
Task 40 requires you to write TWO sonnets; and the SECOND sonnet should be a direct response to the FIRST sonnet...
The world is full of binary opposition - conflicting ideas which are diametrically opposed to each other: love and hate; truth and deceit; peace and war; childhood and adulthood; hope and despair; the city and the countryside; Arsenal and Spurs; comedy and tragedy; vegetarianism and carnivorousness; faith and atheism... The list could go on forever. You need to choose a pair of opposites - either from the list above (if you want) or completely of your own choice.
Then your FIRST sonnet needs to be written in the 1st person, from the point of view of one of your conflicting ideas. Subsequently, your SECOND sonnet should respond, also in the 1st person, to the first sonnet.
Kind of like 'answer poems', I guess: Ralegh's "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" to Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love". Or even 'answer songs': The Pirates' "You should really know" to Mario Winans' "I don't wanna know" or Sporty Thievz's "No Pigeons" to TLC's "No Scrubs".
You have two weeks to complete this task - and the deadline is midnight on Saturday 4th July. (So those of you with me on the residential need to make sure they do not leave it until the last minute!)
As always, I shall post an exemplar shortly, which will give you an idea of what I am looking for, and how to lay it out too.
And remember, this is wordvoodoo; so I am looking for:
- flawless adherence to the rules above
- freshness and originality (with a healthy dose of risktaking and experimentation thrown in for good measure!)
- accessibility coupled with complexity - so that it works on more than one level
- control over rhyme and form (rather than letting rhyme and form control you!)
Good luck!
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