Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B is for Blitz Poem



I couldn't find a good picture to represent the word "Blitz" without trivializing the WWII attack on London. So, I give you Ballroom Blitz before presenting my poem. I follow with an explanation and an example.

Ace of Lies

Ace up sleeve
Had me aced
Aced this test
Aced this ruse
Ruse of the heart
Ruse of goodwill
Goodwill to many
Goodwill on paper
Paper of pins
Paper of lies
Lies like a drug
Lies left me lonely
Lonely for love
Lonely for the impossible
Impossible dreams
Impossible schemes
Schemes to win you
Schemes to destroy you
You had my heart
You used me completely
Completely broken
Completely alone
Alone in my bed
Alone in my grave
Grave of my sorrow
Grave of betrayal
Betrayal of the heart
Betrayal of the soul
Soul yearns for love
Soul yearns for belonging
Belonging to another
Belonging in the world 
World of emptiness
World without end
End of all hope
End of my dreams
Dreams of you and me
Dreams of ecstasy
Ecstasy of body
Ecstasy of mind 
Mind lost in pain
Mind filled with hollow hope
Hope for tomorrow
Hope flown away
Away to yesterday
Away to a place that doesn't exist
Exist in my dreams
Exist in another time
Time
Dreams

~Blooming Psycho~


The Blitz Poem

The Blitz Poem is a poetry form created by Robert Keim.

This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.

Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.

The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

Example #1:
Bucket of Poetry

Kick the can
Kick the bucket
Bucket of chum
Bucket of worms
Worms in dirt
Worms in my brain
Brains in my head
Brains in my book
Book of lies
Book of secrets
Secrets in the chambers of the human heart
Secrets in the diary of my teenage sister
Sister of mercy
Sister in a habit
Habit of swearing
Habit of smoking
Smoking gun
Smoking outside
Outside of the box
Outside of what is normal
Normal people
Normal days
Days and nights
Days upon days
Days of storms
Days of no power
Power to the people
Power over people
People who need people
People on the streets
Streets of Philadelphia
Street sweeping
Sweeping under the rug
Sweeping her off her feet
Feet grinding your face
Feet sweating in old shoes
Shoes for the homeless
Shoes for rich women
Women who want
Women who need
Need a change of scenery
Need to stop
Stop needing
Stop reading
Reading poetry
Reading poetry
Poetry takes
Poetry gives
Gives…
Takes…

Copyright © 2008 Robert Keim




Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A L'Arora: An Infamous Life

Fickle Fame by Time Released Sound is the perfect musical accompaniment to the poem.

In my youth
I wanted to live
An admirable life
Where others envied
And wanted to be me
I would be one of the great ones

To my dismay
I've been one of the hated ones

People don't understand those like me
We live on the fringes
Scraping by
Many say its our own fault
If we could just behave correctly
We would be accepted

I guess I didn't know how to
So I've always been rejected

I guess I lack
The looks
The confidence
And the courage
To be one of the beautiful people
I suppose I wasn't thin enough

I've always had something, that's certain
But I guess it isn't the right stuff

As I enter the late afternoon of my life
I no longer crave adulation
I just wish I had enough to get by
I think the truth is I was lonely 
I wanted someone to love me
But it would have been hollow

The truth about fame, or lack thereof
Is a bitter pill to swallow

~Blooming Psycho~







A L'Arora

The A L'Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 8-lined stanzas. The rhyme scheme for this form is a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f with no syllable count per line. The minimum length for the poem is 4 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation. The A L'Arora is named after Laura Lamarca as "La" is her signature. "Aurora" is Italian and means "dawn" - "Arora" is derived from this. This form is dedicated to Chad Edwards.

Example:
To Eternity

She had harboured her conscience
as saddened seas set sail
and a hail of happiness
harpooned her harmed heart;
yet the start of her story
cast its line long ago...

when blame built a boat
to float to and fro.

She had waded through waters
towards distant dreams,
as sky's streams shone strong
for promise to grow,
and tide told of legends,
of pirates and gold...

of adventures and romance
and treasures to behold.

Soft breeze blew her homewards
towards challenge and smile,
over miles of surrender--
befriending love's sighs.
Undercurrents urged notions
to traverse oceans...and land

as anchors raised rainbows
and sorrows turned to sand.

She harnessed the beauty
that greeted her ashore,
as core swelled with longing
to sing songs...and survive.
And she lived with pride's palms
for forever and a day...

past's anchor has long rusted--
eroded echoes...stripped away.

Copyright © 2009 Laura Lamarca

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Satisfy

The post that this image was found in is worth the read.

Satisfy

I want to satisfy
The need in you
To need me

I want to satisfy
Your every need
So you always need
To come back for more

I want to satisfy
My love

~Blooming Psycho~

SATISFY  (transitive verb)
1a : to carry out the terms of (as a contract) : discharge
  b : to meet a financial obligation to
2: to make reparation to (an injured party) : indemnify
3a : to make happy : please  
 b : to gratify to the full : appease
4a : convince
  b : to put an end to (doubt or uncertainty) : dispel

5a : to conform to (as specifications) : be adequate to (an end in view)


Notes:
Trifecta is going away. This is a bummer. Even though Team Netherworld's writing never passed their muster, we still kind of like them and enjoyed the challenges.
The Psycho has no-one in her life to inspire the writing of such a poem as the one shared above. This poem is written by one of our favorite characters to his wife. He has a tendency to write sappy poetry to her. 
This is far less awkward than the awful poem that one of our other borrowed characters wrote with someone else's wife in mind. In fairness, it was actually an old poem that he wrote after he and this woman spent 666 years together in a hell consisting of nothing but kitchens with spray cheese and saltine crackers. Also, at the point when he wrote the poem, he hadn't yet met the lovely succubus who would become his wife. He used the poem to impress the Vogons, who had asked him to participate in a poetry reading aboard their flagship. He was suffering from writer's block and couldn't come up with any new material.
This blog will officially be participating in the April A-Z challenge. Stay tuned. We hope to avoid writing any awkward Vogon-appeasing poetry.
~Bloomy~

Friday, December 13, 2013

Popcorn is Poppin' Out the Poetry



It takes a lot to get Brittney to say that poetry is cool...
but this kid earns the Brittney Seal of Approval!

Friday, December 6, 2013

Alfred Noyes: The Highwayman



Alfred Noyes stopped by Nervous Norvis' café last night to have a cup of tea and recite his famous poem, The Highwayman for the crowd.
Beavis and Butthead showed their support for Noyes' work. Butthead stated "and then, my friend, you die," followed by Beavis' enthusiastic assertion of "you die!"



Noyes invited the fellows to join him for tea, but Beavis said they'd prefer a Crappuccino. They enjoyed reciting poetry until the next morning when the caffeine finally wore off.

Tom Thumb
for
FOGNL/UNDEAD Arts and Culture Beat

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