Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Monday, 28 December 2009

The Dinner Party


I went to a dinner party the other night. It caused me so much angst that I wrote a poem.

Please remember, I am NOT a poet. I have wrote maybe six poems in my life, this one included.







The Dinner Party


It's a dinner party.
You've all been there.
This looks scrumptious, you say
as you sit in your chair.


You bite a morsel,
Filled with flavour and zest,
Another few bites 
and you've gulped down the rest.


You sit back in your chair 
your stomach a happy beast.
You give kudos to the chef
for the wonderful feast.


Now this is where 
it starts to go awry.
The host looks at the food
and out escapes a loud sigh.


Rather than accept with a nod
or a gracious thank you.
The cook starts a long spiel
Oh, what a to-do.


The meat was no good,
To hell with the lot.
It's the worst meal they've made.
It was like eating wood-rot.


The next bash comes at time,
there wasn't enough.
Had they had longer,
it would not be so rough.


Oh no, you start
but get interrupted.
Then they go on,
the herbs calumniated.


It goes on for minutes,
but you sit there and wait.
The time will come
to say what you hate.


From those in need of approval
it's a cry out for praise.
Their self-esteem
in need of a raise. 


So you support their habit
like drink for a drunk.
I shake my head,
oh, to what lows I have sunk.


I always say
as I'm leaving the house,
the next time they seek
they will find a louse.


I'll agree their cooking
was rotten as hell.
Almost went for the toilet
because of the smell.


But would that solve the problem?
I think that's how it started.
Not enough praise 
from parents long departed.


But, what do I do?
I keep my words to myself.
Cause I hate to cook
and want free meals at their house. 


ann elle altman

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Poem: Goodness Graciousness

It's a dinner party.

You've all been there.

This looks scrumptious, you say

as you sit in your chair.


You bite a morsel,

Filled with flavour and zest,

Another few bites

and you've gulped down the rest.


You sit back in your chair

your stomach a happy beast.

You give kudos to the chef

for the wonderful feast.


Now this is where

it starts to go awry.

The host looks at the food

and out escapes a loud sigh.


Rather than accept with a nod

or a gracious thank you.

The cook starts a long spiel

Oh, what a to-do.


The meat was no good,

To hell with the lot.

It's the worst meal they've made.

It was like eating wood-rot.


The next bash comes at time,

there wasn't enough.

Had they had longer,

it would not be so rough.


Oh no, you start

but get interrupted.

Then they go on,

the herbs calumniated.


It goes on for minutes,

but you sit there and wait.

The time will come

to say what you hate.


From those in need of approval

it's a cry out for praise.

Their self-esteem

in need of a raise.


So you support their habit

like drink for a drunk.

I shake my head,

oh, to what lows I have sunk.


I always say

as I'm leaving the house,

the next time they seek

they will find a louse.


I'll agree their cooking

was rotten as hell.

Almost went for the toilet

because of the smell.


But would that solve the problem?

I think that's how it started.

Not enough praise

from parents long departed.


But, what do I do?

I keep my words to myself.

Cause I hate to cook

and want free meals at their house.

Friday, 24 July 2009

How to write a Haiku...

Haiku poetry originated in Japan many centuries ago. Its popularity and form have spread throughout the world. Haiku is fun and easy to learn in its simplest form, and in its most sophisticated form it is an elegant expression of the spirit of a moment in time.

Basic

The haiku appears to be a very simple form of poetry. A person who might otherwise never attempt to write poetry can easily learn the simple haiku form in a few minutes and proudly produce several haiku expressions a few minutes later.

The haiku generally contains of 17 syllables written in three lines with minimal punctuation. The first line contains 5 syllables, the second 7 syllables, and the third 5 more syllables. The traditional subject of a haiku is a revealing moment in nature that is conveyed directly to the reader without judgment. One or two words indicate the season of the year to which the haiku relates. The traditional haiku is considered complete in itself and is not titled.

Less traditional haiku can be written about any subject that the author wishes. Free form haiku may have more or less than three lines and contain less than 17 syllables. It may use traditional poetic devices such as rhyme, metaphor, alliteration, simile, and others. The free form haiku may be humorous and cute, teasing and erotic, or it may have a didactic message.

Advanced

The traditional Japanese haiku is generally shorter than an English haiku because Japanese syllables are shorter and more numerous than English syllables. Some authors consider a three line format of 2-3-2 to be more consistent with the brief style of the Japanese masters.

The haiku of the masters embodies a certain spirit. The author uses the senses to create a meaningful moment, a revealing observation of everyday life that is not moralistic or judgmental. The poet tries to give the reader the means to experience the same feeling or perception that the poet had without actually explaining the feeling.

Present tense is normally used to reveal the haiku moment. The poet tries to make the moment fresh and immediate, as if the moment were occurring right now. The haiku has a strong presence.

Haiku masters generally create two or three concrete images which are juxtaposed and compared in the short lines. These images create an atmosphere that reveals the meaning in the haiku.

A spirit of lightness is created in haiku by using ordinary, straightforward words that are specific yet brief. Poetic devices such as rhyme, meter, metaphor, and others are not used by the haiku masters.

Minimal punctuation is common in good haiku. A comma used to effect as a pause may occur during or after the first or second line. Good haiku is not just a poetic thought cut up into three lines of a 5-7-5 syllable pattern but the haiku’s images naturally and organically flow into the desired form.

Conclusion

Writing haiku poetry is a fun and enlightening activity. Writing haiku is simple enough to encourage one to get started and the results are satisfying enough to encourage one to keep going. The further one goes in learning the simple subtleties of the form the closer one gets to becoming a master of the haiku.


A Quick Guide to Poetic Form

The haiku is much more complex than it seems; just because you have written something that follows a syllable pattern of 5,7,5 doesn't necessarily mean you've just written the next earth-shattering haiku. There are a few little know tidbits about the haiku that will help you differentiate is from it's often mislabeled cousin, senryu.

The rules are the same for both haiku and senryu. There are seventeen kana (or the equivalent of syllables in the English language) separated into three lines that are classically seen as 5 kana, 7 kana, 5 kana; however, here is a bit you might not have known: haiku and senryu are written in seventeen kana or less.

With this in mind, both the haiku and senryu should follow a short, long, short pattern in its line structure. As stated in Shadow Poetry's guide to haiku, once you become familiar with the rules of haiku and senryu, you will know when it is appropriate to bend the rules a little and when it isn't. First, you must get used to the rule as we have laid out previously.

Haiku and senryu are typically (keep in mind that I say typically) written as two separate parts. A haiku or senryu is not a run on sentence that starts with the first kana and ends with the last.

Example:

summer glow—
mirages mingle
in the breeze
©Katherine Arcand

Notice that the first five kana sent a scene and the remaining kana present a subject and an action for the subject that is preformed in the setting. This doesn't always have to be, but as a beginning haiku/senryu writer, this is an easy exercise. You may also reverse the order that the poem is presented in, if you feel it makes your point stronger.

Example:

mirages mingle
in the breeze—
summer glow
©Katherine Arcand


Source: Here and here

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

HAIKU #1

You can be clever

And not flaunt and exhibit

Results speaks volumes

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Poem: Three Hours

If I had three hours to live
I would make sure I was good
with two:
my son and God.

If I had three weeks to live
I'd record a video message for my family and friends,
I'd forget house-cleaning, laundry and debt,
I'd hug my son a lot and stop to smell the roses,
And I would make sure I was good
with two:
my son and God.

If I had three months to live
I'd quit my day job and finish that book,
I'd travel to England and cry a lot,
I'd eat what I wanted and die obese,
And I would make sure I was good
with two:
my son and God.

If I had three years to live
I'd work part-time
and do something meaningful with my remaining years,
I'd let the dirt build up in the corners,
I'd take out credit to travel the world,
But before I die I would make sure I was good
with two:
my son and God.

If I had forever
I'd sleep the first year.
What else?
Let me get back to you later,
how does a thousand years sound?

If I just didn't know how long I had,
I'd probably continue to work at my job
even though I hate it.
I'd tirelessly clean my house
and fret over what people thought
even though they drove me nuts.
Why write today what you can write tomorrow?
I wouldn't stop and smell the roses or water them.
They'd die and I'd buy another pot.
I'd never get to England.
And I'd probably forget to tell my son that I loved him
and felt so proud of him.
I'd forget to make sure I was good
with two:
my son and God.
Again.

Poem by Ann Elle Altman

Poem: The Theory of Monet

I love art

That comes in all forms.

I could draw a decent stick man

Since the time I was born... five... twenty. (Hell, I still can't draw one.)

Anyway...

Because of my expertise

I really must say...

What the hell were people thinking...

Praising Monet?

I have seen his self portrait,

His cap and large ties,

But, I think something was missing

In front of his eyes...

I can see how it went

A day long, long ago...

Claude decided to paint

At the river that flowed...

He sat down on the bank

laid out things he had brought,

I forgot them again,

is what ran through his thoughts.

Back at home his father

Watches as time passes,

Why would Claude go paint

without taking his glasses?

He leaves the house

in such a hurry.

No wonder he comes home

with his paintings so blurry.

Claude, no one will buy it,

What will you do now?

I have been thinking father,

And I think I know how.

Marketing dad,

it will be a great hit!

An impressionist work

is what I'll call it!

Poem: I Can See Clearly Now, The Grain is Gone

Analog...

to High Definition?

Are you kidding me?

Get the latest edition?

What does it matter

that I can see clearly?

When they cancel Stargate

and My Own Worst Enemy?

In grainy black & white motion

we watched men walk on the moon,

Sullivan had on the Beatles

and we sang their tunes.

Did we need clear

to watch these defining scenes?

First man-on-man kiss

or Degrassi's first pregnant teen?

What about the Murphy Brown Riot,

a single woman's adoption?

And we all followed the Jeep

in the OJ Simpson escape run.

Variety Shows like "Idol"

made a comeback in grain,

Now we watch reality show seasons

again and again.

World changing events

like 9/11 and Obama,

We watched in Low-Def

and still called our mamas.

So what is this ploy

they are trying to get out?

It's really nothing special

to write home about.

The TV execs

throw their hands up and reason,

it must be picture quality

why viewers are leaving this season.

Really execs? You must be right,

it couldn't be the crappy shows that I see...

I guess I'll stick to watching

on the internet - commercial free!