Writing: Intro to poetry, Day Eight: Pleasure

Poetry, Day Eight : Pleasure( poetic device: anaphora)

Pleasure is teasing my brother when he ate my candy,

And reminding him off and on he is really not dandy.

Pleasure is recovering nicely from that dreadful pain,

Hoping that nasty thing will never show up ever again.

Pleasure is feeding my favourite feline Sophie,

Praying she will never be frightened no sir-ee.

Pleasure is voting for my favourite leader,

Believing he will win which will be sweeter.

Pleasure is talking about my dear dad,

Who loved us cared for us and never was mad.

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#Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Five: Imperfect

Poetry Day Five: Imperfect

Father and son went with their donkey

On their way they met Mr. Chomsky

He was a nosey fellow

Who couldn’t help but bellow

That silly old crazy man named Chomsky!

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Intro to Poetry, Day Three: Friend

Poetry, Day Three: Friend

Theme Acrostic

My aunt Bela was my best friend

You’d love her too if you met her

Always busy in her kitchen

Undecided people bothered her so

Never would she ask them for advice

Tirelessly she did her daily work.

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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day two : Face

Poetry, Day Two : Face, poetic device: Alliteration

Face (image by wikipedia)

Fearless Franklin Forever Loathes His Freckled Face.

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Intro to Poetry, Day One: Water

Day One : Water

A delicious drink

Healthy for all living things

Lets us quench our thirst.

Water

Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Ten : Future

Poetry,Day Ten: Future

Poetic Form : Sonnet

To an infant

An unknown world awaits you, sweet baby,

Then the fast changing world makes you wonder,

Why is everything looking so shabby,

Who’s responsible for this awful blunder!

 

You will think hard to find a solution,

You decide to take matters in your hands,

For this you’ll set the wheels in motion.

Not caring toiling on the  burning sands!

 

You call for help, but there’s no one around,

Exhausted you sit and you feel lost

Suddenly you hear a loud sound,

‘ Stay strong I’ll join you at any cost!’

 

Then you see this awesome guy,

Who says, ‘I told you I’d come by.’

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Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Nine: Landscape

Poetry, Day Nine: Landscape

Poetic Device: Apostrophe

Dear Tagore,

You  left this earth long ago,

Your songs and poems we treasure more,

It always feels you are back as someone else,

In one of the verses of your song,

It says, ‘who says I am not there,

on a fine morning, I will take part in every

game, I will have a new name, then who will say,

I am, not there that morning.’

I wish you really showed up one

morning, so I can tell you,

how much I love singing your songs.

Wherever you are enjoy yourself,

you’ve left enough poems and songs

for generations to come!

Thank you!

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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Eight: Pleasure

Poetry, Day Eight : Pleasure

Poetic tool: Anaphora and Epistrophe

Llanberis is a village, I wish, I can,go back there again.

Llanberis reminds me how much I want to,go back there again.

People of Llanberis are friendly, I want to, go back there again.

Threatening someone is wrong, let’s unite and stop it.

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Writing: Intro toPoetry,Day Seven: Flavor

Poetry, Day Seven: Flavor

Poetic Toolkit : Found Poetry

Found words from Allama Iqbal’s book of poems

the words are: you, has, sun, voice, his, creature, native,  moon, Brahmin, evening’s

A man pressed our doorbell one stormy day,

I asked him Sir, ‘What brings You here this way?’

His Voice was  sweet, but his face firm,

 Said, ‘I’m a Brahmin  need not be alarmed.

Native I am from your old country,

Has it occurred to you outside is stormy?

The sky is dark the moon isn’t visible,

On a day like this must you be cruel!’

His words embarrassed me so much,

I let him in then noticed him holding a crutch.

Next morning the Sun was shining at its best,

Our guest thanked us for Evening’s rest.

I thought of the words I borrowed from Iqbal,

He loved God’s Creature, one and all!

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Writing : Intro to Poetry,Day Six : Screen

Poetry, Day Six : Screen

Poetic, toolkit : Enjambment

Looking back, I am in,

Awe, thinking,

about,

the Screen of my life.

from infant to toddler,

I have no memory,

at seven, I was,

in  a new school. The scene changed,

at twelve, Dad passed

away, and I moved,

to an unknown

place, with Mom,

and siblings. It was a difficult time,

for us all, laughter became,

a thing of, the past,

Mom struggled,

to raise us.

After many, moons,

here I am,

still in Awe, 

Watching the, snow

covered, houses,

Lawns, and streets,

How did I end,

up here?

My life resembles,

A moving Screen!

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