3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 1 – “A people sometimes will step back from war.”

Thanks to TravelBug, minzkhaitan.wordpress.com for nominating me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge! Check out this entertaining travel blog if you haven’t already.

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Rules:-

1) Thank the person who nominated you.

2) Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day)

3) Share why this quote appeals so much to you.

4)Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My first Quote comes from a favourite poem of mine, ‘Sometimes’ by Sheenagh Pugh.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.”

It’s a reminder that there are good people in the world and sometimes good things can happen. Most importantly of all we sometimes live up to our own ideals and expectations and become the people we are meant to be.

I hereby nominate:-

thestoriesinbetween.com

Colouringthepast.com

Notesfromtheuk

 

Pantoum

Sometimes you have to plan ahead.

You plan what’s coming down the line.

You can’t just write what’s in your head.

You have to plan to make it rhyme.

 

You plan what’s coming down the line.

Choose words that rhyme as well as scan.

You have to plan to make it rhyme.

It will not work unless you can.

 

Choose words that rhyme as well as scan.

You must make sure you’ve thought it through.

It will not work unless you can

choose words that fit, have meaning too.

 

You must make sure you’ve thought it through.

So plan the end as you commence.

Choose words that fit, have meaning too;

You must make sure it all makes sense.

 

So plan the end as you commence.

You can’t just write what’s in your head

You must make sure it all makes sense.

Sometimes you have to plan ahead.

The pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating lines throughout the poem. It is composed of a series of quatrains and the second and  fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third verse of the next. The pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing.

Rush?

Rush? Rush?

Must I be quick?

Or is another meaning hid?

 

The basket mid the rushes hid

Is that where baby Moses is?

 

Or could the rushes hide a trap

That heedless prey may stumble on?

 

Or just be laid there on the floor

Soft bedding for a gentle nap?

 

The lesson is that fools rush in

First take a pause and then begin.

via Rush

The Daily Prompt

She loved him to bits – a triolet

She loved him to bits

He left her in pieces

She was out of her wits

She loved him to bits

But he was the pits

He had her in creases

She loved him to bits

He left her in pieces.

A triolet is a poem of eight lines with the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

They’re dropping gas

So now they’re dropping gas on kids.

How do we put up with this?

Turn your back just look away?

Can’t think of such a thing today?

People dead from Sarin gas

Civilians helpless; air attacks

Suffocating, can not breath,

Convulsion and paralysis

How can we put up with this?

Beyond belief it’s such a mess

Dropping bombs on women, kids.

So much for the Arab Spring

Hopes of better things back then.

Must we deal with this today?

It’s got so bad what can we say?

Who’s fighting who, what for and why?

Why must all these children die?

Russian or a Syrian bomb?

Terrorist arsenal ? We don’t know.

Who dropped the bomb, what for or why?

All we know is children die.

The powers pile in, it’s such a mess

Why must children die like this?

We scarcely know who’s on what side.

Why must all those children die?

Who builds the bombs? What do they cost?

The cost we see is human lives.

What’s it about? How will it end?

It has to end that’s all I know!

How can we put up with this?

They’re dropping gas on women, kids.

Thwarted

You thwarted me

You queered my patch

You stymied me

You did me down.

I’m stuffed, done in

You blocked my way.

You got one over

Wrecked my day

I’m downed, defeated

Second best.

Dreams demolished

Hopes all dashed.

Who’d have thought

It could end like this

The likes of you

My dreams all thwart?

via Thwart

Storm

The floods break in; the waters rise
Can fiercer climate be denied?
Storms will lash; they have before
And yet the warmer clouds hold more.

We feel the rising disconnect
The peoples’ sense of discontent.
Who knows their will? Who rides the storm?
Who parts the waters; can perform?

The rising tides will not relent
Till crumpling waters force a rent.
The dam can’t hold, it’s washed away.
Who rides the storm? Can save the day?

Poetry Reading: Curse Coffee Cups, by Andrew Green

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Performed by Katelyn Varadi

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

Curse Coffee Cups is a patchwork of memorable lines of poetry that run through my head.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

It expresses frustration at trying to come up with something original with a head stuffed with other poets’ work.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I was a (very) occasional poet until two years ago when I began to publish regularly on Wattpad. I have been blogging on my own site literally a couple of months.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

That’s difficult but I’m a huge admirer of Wendy Cope’s work and would love to meet her.

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Rhythm and the…

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Inchoate Poem

You’ve caught me out. I’m slightly shocked.
You’ve kind of caught me on the hop.
The ink’s not dry, it’s still quite wet.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet…

It kind of starts a bit like this
But what comes next you’ll have to guess.
Don’t pressure me or make me sweat.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet.

I’ll write one soon, if you can wait
but hurry me up; it won’t be great.
Peeking now is just not fair
Half an idea, it’s not quite there!

Not quite there. It’s such a pity
Still born, half formed, inchoate ditty.

via Inchoate

No bombs fell

I’m running late
I didn’t sleep
The weather’s foul
The trains on strike.
The roads are clogged
The car won’t start.
I drank too much
We had a row
I made a mess
Forgot some stuff.

But no bombs fell on us today
Our home is safe
We’ll get to eat.
No sniper aimed a gun at me
My children all came home they’re safe.
Our house still stands.
We have no war.
Our minor problems hold no sway
For us today’s our lucky day.