NaPoWriMo: Poem –  Dictionary Type – Rondeau – ” Prosody with Poetic Justice” 


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And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!

Please see NaPoWriMo for more information. For this challenge I’m using A Glossary of Literary Terms, 8e. by M.H. Abrams. This is probably not the latest edition but in whatever edition, it is an extremely useful book for writing. 

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Dues ex Machina, end the scene,

The god’s of Mythe choose, fate of dreams,

A simile using like or as gleams.

Resolve plot, in Ivory Towers,

Removed from everyday life using power,

Not caring that the little guy, still bleeds.

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Perhaps, Malapropism proceeds,

Change the word, to one it resembles.

Comic effect, makes us laugh, howl.

Prosody with Poetic Justice.

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Metaphysical Poets in their dreams,

Poetic style, John Donne revealed,

Figurative Language poet’s power,

Organizing poetic process, cower, 

Complicated way to think, I believe.

Prosody with Poetic Justice.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Poem: Free Verse – “Goodbye My Friend”


It’s difficult the right words,

Telling you, through eyes blurred.

Expressing how much you are loved,

Though, your end has come, beloved.

Never forgotten, you were my inspiration,

Who I aspired to be like, as life caused fascination,

As I came upon new ideas, people, and friendships.

Learned to adore life; however, life came I worship,

Thank God each and every day I’m alive and well.

Yet, I do despair, I won’t lie; they’re are days life’s hell.

But I grow and as I experience pain and frustration,

Hoping in my mind this gives me more trust, 

That my relation to people everywhere can be aided,

Because I have a new understanding from my times shaded.

Everyone knows life is more perspiration,

Hardwork and enterprise, even when we’re experiencing inspiration.

I’m not afraid of working hard,

Though my body give out and shatter in shards,

Glass-like, crystalline, fragile I’ve become,

But there is strength and pride in the broken,

Living life, it’s all I can do, without you —

Do you comprehend, I must go on my own, I do —

Realize  you’re hurting, but I cannot take your pain,

It makes you wiser and doesn’t end with me insane.

By now you see, what’s not meant, cannot be.

Go my friend and be free.

Love anew and find a purpose,

Something with money, you cannot purchase.

Imagination is spinning me, into new worlds.

New fascinations with words and dreams swirl.

Moving in life the best we can,

We can dream, and we can plan,

Life is always a surprise in the end,

Saying goodbye, my goodwill send.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Nearsighted Daredevils.


There is a game we play, a dangerous thrilling dare. You can’t have perfect vision to play. In fact, if your eyes are enormously nearsighted you’ll have greater fun.

Your heart will pound as the adrenaline rushes through you. You’ve taken out your contacts and are wearing your glasses as you approach the road. When it’s your turn remove your glasses and prepare.

We’re all standing by the freeway and there aren’t many vehicles going by, but the ones that drive past are going at incredibly high speeds. When your visions poor, the lights from the headlights and taillights change, are gigantic blobs and lines of colour.

Step up to that yellow line that marks where the side of the road ends and the actual fourlane road begins. If you squint, you can make out the yellow line on the otherside, your goal.

Now walk across the road, go fast. You only see a blur of lights and motion. You’re blind remember? Your eyes -9.75. If you cross the road and don’t get hit you win, your body riding high on endorphins. 

Such a fun game for stupid daredevils to play; at least until your bestfriend ends up dead.

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Alistair Forbes
 
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Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.