Writing : Intro to Poetry, Day Seven : Flavor

Poetry, Day Seven : Flavor

Poetic Device : Found Poetry

#Introtopoetry

Found words from Tagore’s Gitanjali( A book of poetry)

Found Words: endless, to, I, moment’s, and, off, decked, singing, meditations, journey.

My pursuit for happiness was endless,

Suddenly my journey seemed fruitless.

One moment’s concentration,

Stirred up a realization.

I must try singing,

And then I started writing.

This exposed me to meditations,

My listeners’ said, ‘Congratulations.’

They decked me with garlands,

People from far off islands.

Saying, “Dear poet how sweet is thy journey!”

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Writing : Intro to Poetry, DaySix : Screen

Poetry, Day Six : Screen

Poetic toolkit : Enjambment

My life resembles a 

Screen of laughter and

sadness.

I laughed,

when someone tried,

to show off,

and cried when things,

went oh,

wrong.

I asked my mother why,

don’t our lives,

stay still and stop changing,

She said, 

God wants us to have a taste,

of sorrow,

and happiness,

Because it’s the only,

way humans will know the,

difference,

Life is an ever-changing,

screen!

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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Five : Imperfect

Poetry, Day Five : Imperfect

Poetic Form : Limerick

I hired a contractor to fix my basement,

He employed his kid who is so efficient,

He’ll wow you with his skill

Don’t you worry he surely will

Make you say oh he is so efficient!

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Sadly I saw  he disfigured the place

It looks like robbers burgled its face 

By throwing all my stuff

Not caring enough ,

Showing this is how he fixes a place!

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I called the contractor to come and see

How much damage his kid  did to me

He said he didn’t know

Where all these will go

So the  contractor’s kid threw them around for me to see!

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Thanks to this contractor, whom I will never hire

I’ve learned  not to trust these people who don’t tire

Who can only boast,

So they can toast,

People like me who trust them and hire!

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Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Four : Journey

Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetic Device : Simile 

‘Hurry,’  said hubby, ‘it’s a long way to go,’

The highway was as straight as an arrow.

Suddenly the road looked like a slithering snake,

Impending danger frightened us as we neared a lake.

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Y’all be not afraid announced our experienced driver,

Soon after the car hit something hard and heavier.

‘I’m not sure what it was don’t worry, said our hero, 

But I noticed the fuel tank indicator turned  to zero.

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Hubby the driver hit the panic button,

We went to the nearest gas station.

The guy at the station showed a blank face,

Said, ‘worry not yo gentle man, act like an Ace.’

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Worry is my hubby’s middle name,

He thought what will all the same.

Finally we arrived in Newfoundland,

Which looked as lonely as a crow on the sand!

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A long road, running in to the horizon

Every Day Inspiration, Day Twenty: Wrap it UP

Day Twenty : Wrap it Up

I enjoyed writing all the assignments. I learned a lot. I found Day Eighteen Challenging, I selected, “Twelve Ways of looking at water.”

I was able to write twelve different anecdotes, whether I did it the right way, I have no idea.

I skipped day nineteen, I could not think whom I can get to interview. Some of my followers only click the like button, this does not give me any idea, whether I can approach them for an interview.

I enjoyed writing the assignments, it made me think seriously what to write. This is a major improvement for me.

Thank you WordPress for this course.

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Everyday Inspiration, Day Eighteen : A Series of Anecdotes

Day Eighteen : A Series of Anecdotes

“Twelve Ways of Looking at Water.

1) Years ago I remember travelling on a train to go to Rawalpindi, Pakistan. The compartment was full of people, we were quiet, because making any kind of noise was harmful for all of us. Suddenly I was very thirsty, I asked Mom for water, she said, she forgot to carry water. For some reason the train stopped at a deserted place, where I saw a dog bathing in a puddle of water. I was thirsty it didn’t matter if it was dirty water, I agreed to drink it, someone I cannot recall who, got off the compartment with a little glass to get water for me. The water was muddy, the color was reddish, I drank it and did not ask for it any more.

11) My Dad took us to Bangladesh for two months. We stayed at our maternal Grandpa’s house. Grandpa had a large pond,  we used to go on the shallow waters for hours, one day my cousin asked my sister to go over to the cleaner water, this spot was deeper, my sister could not control  herself and almost drowned, thanks to my mother who saved her. We were not allowed to go near the pond, the fun was over.

111)  I got an opportunity to visit Malta for teaching practice in Valetta, Malta. While there my friends and I  were invited to go for  a ride on  a speedboat to visit the ‘Sixth Fleet’, anchored on the Mediterranean sea. It was a rough ride, I was dizzy I could not lift my head to see the rough waves of the sea. The captain of the boat apologised, ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, ‘You did not enjoy the ride.’

1V)   I went to my husband’s home in the village, it was surrounded by water. On my first day I was very nervous when I had to ride on a rowboat, it was the only way to visit the village.

V)   I taught in a residential school in Dhaka city for two and a quarter years. It was a boys’ school, I was in charge of seventy-five of them, ranging from five to twelve years. One day a group of boys started water fight while bathing, the water flowed out of the bathrooms to the verandah. There were two boys who went crazy, they slipped, bumped into each other, one of them lost two front teeth. The staff called the Principal, he came  right away, he asked me where  was I, what was I doing. I said, ‘I was in my room resting.’

A few weeks ago I gave him my resignation letter. He quietly left, but did show his temper with the ward boys.

V1) Our felines, Gabriel, Raphael, and Sophie love drinking water from the fountain, this love is not extended to taking a bath with water. If they are a nuisance we use our spray bottle to discipline them. You have to spray Raphael several times to stop his bad behavior, Gabriel runs when he sees the bottle, you do not have to spray him, but Sophie she is so scared she runs away when she sees a bottle in my hand.

V11)   Everyone told me I must learn swimming,I tried for a few months. I learned to put my face on the water in the pool and hold my nose and wet my whole body, this is it, people like me will never learn to swim.

V111) Once in Bangkok I wanted a drink of water, ‘which one is it’,  he said ‘carbonated or plain.’

I had no idea which, I asked my husband, with a  broad grin on his entire face, he said, ‘Carbonated.’ I bought two bottles for us, my husband drank his in a jiffy.

I took one sip screwed my face and yelled, ‘you like this?’

1X)   I was making soup for supper, I put enough water so the meat would come off the bones, when I went back to the kitchen, I got a foul smell, there was no water and the bones burned.

X)  I asked my friend to make lentil soup how much water I should use, she said, ‘just guesstimate it, it’d be fine.’

X1) The lesson I learned from that experience is, ‘if you cannot guess, do not leave the kitchen.’

X11) I’m so excited this is my twelfth one, I Wonder why Samuel  Taylor Coleridge said, ‘Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.’ If there was water all around him why couldn’t he take a handful and drink it, provided he was riding a boat. Perhaps he was on an  airplane  circling the Pacific Ocean, which will make sense if that is where he was, of course he couldn’t get a handful of water if his plane was circling the sky. How silly of me!

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Everyday Inspiration, Day Sixteen : Mine Your Own Material

Day Sixteen : Mine Your Material

The Things We Leave Behind


This is the house we left years ago. My husband reluctantly sold it. The day we left was a cold November day. Our neighbor insisted we spend the night in her house. My husband declined the offer, the vacuum cleaner was the last thing I picked up to put in the car. We locked the house gave the keys to our lawyer and were on our way to St. John’s, NL.

The trans-Canada Highway was unusually quiet, there were very few cars on the road. It took four hours to reach our destination.

I missed the house we left, the house we’d make our home cannot be compared with the one we left. This one is two-storied house, it had broken windows, the previous owner did not take proper care,  it looked like one owned by a step-mother who couldn’t wait to sell it to the highest bidder. The neighbors complained the value of their property will go down because of this eyesore among them.

Since we came we have renovated it several times, it still cannot be compared with one we had to  leave behind!

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