Satirical, Lyrical, Dilemma Debateable...

...I wish you'd share with me the rhythm,
that shocking prose held so tightly in your fist...

This post will be the normal ramblings, occasionally interrupted by bits of lyric from a song I'm not sure I'm writing. it's easier to write them down, this way I get feedback (occasionally), and because then I can analyse all the

...cadences of speech,
I liked you, you didn't chatter like the rest...

I tend to get too caught up in the melody, or finding chords or baselines and such, when I'm writing a song, I love words, second nature as they are, and it really bugs me when I end up sacrificing the poetry for the rhythm because I wasn't paying enough

...attention to detail,
you held me back, made me watch,
and I saw that to all the rest the bigger picture was lost...

So I get to the point where I just lay aside the trusty guitar to do some serious poetry, a dilemma in itself because eventually, (you guessed 'er chester!) you have to go running back to the guitar to check the syllables in this line or that line, it can be really

...frustration,
a truth you never spared;
a lie breaks something, a truth makes something,
that's what made you more beautiful than all the rest....

...but I liked you,
even though you told them all where they could stick it,
you taught me how to think
for myself,
and nobody else but you could've tripped all the tricks and...

Yes, it's confusing and a little weird, but hey, whatever works I suppose.. each to their own and all that jazz.
May you all find your literary niche in whatever peculiar, kooky way works for you.
(Oh, and Madeline and the Giant Ferret of Love was an epic fail, by the way... fun though, and that's what counts!)

If you all promise to be good, if these lyrics go anywhere I'll post the proper song at a later date, (perhaps even a recording, depending on what we're doing in VET Music this term and whether I'll have access to the equiptment or not)

Free Hugs For Every-One!
smiles, Leah Mae :)

Poets, Poetry, and Bob.

Howdy Gang,

I've been thinking today about Poetry, which I absolutely love, but everytime I mention to somebody, they seen to file me away as some kind of "weirdo"

So here's my challenge, anybody got another word for "poem" ...and I've already tried "verse," nobody knows what I'm talking about.

So here's my annoyance written in the cause of my annoyance for those with as warped a sense of humor:

-
Bob


"Poem" is an ugly word,
though not its meaning by any accord,

It tumbles so clumsily from the tongue,
too corny, too crude to adore.

And "poet," corrupted by stereotype,
has me loath to share my craft,

"Why, look at that weird "poet" kid,"
the fear that my peers will laugh.

I strive to find another word,
to descibe a paragraph in verse,

But not a single syllable I've heard,
that can prove my search of worth.

I can't say I don't like "poems,"
i've written my share, 'tis true

But I'm no "poet" clad in black,
no stereotype, thankyou.

How is it such freedom named ugly?
this plight how its made my head throb,

That's it! I'm sick of this stupid quest!
i'll name my poems Bob!



© Leah Petts. 9th August ‘08
-
-

Okay, so not that funny.
But I'm bored of Poems, so my question is,
does anybody like my Bob?

Cheers,
Leah Mae.