DreamWard Bound (week of July 19- July26)

by tiffanyDreamward bound, LifePosted on No Comments

success

As I start to wake up on this Sunny Saturday I’m finding it hard to get out of bed. It’s not because I don’t want to do this the things I am going to do today. I am plan on recording seven poetry readings and two original monologues, that I will be able to post during the week. I am plan to buy a new camcorder today, as a reward for meeting my goal of a weekly video and blog for two months. I also plan on painting a background painting for my twitter, Facebook, and this blog’s header, to join all my sites together. I’m looking forward to these things, I just don’t want to start the day. Yet, the day has to start so I will start it now.

Now onto this past week.

I am still trying to get back into the swing of things and getting back on my schedule with writing and creating. I did write some, but my television shows dragged me into a state of unproductive behavior. I still did write a poem and made sure that there was a post every day.  Most of the posts were left over from my vacation, but I still edited them this week and posted them.

This next week should be interesting since I will be recording so many poetry readings and videos today, that I’m excited to do. I am also excited because starting this week the DreamWard Bound series will become more useful. I am going to  stop posting every video that I make on this blog and have this blog focused on my writing more. Instead I will post the videos I did during the week here, under “the list of things I posted this week,” or whatever I decide to call my recap list that week. This change will free up some of my time and organize this blog.

If you have watched all my videos on this blog, you can still check to see if I posted things here. You will just have to look under my twitter or Facebook page, which is now on the side menu bar. You can also follow me on either one using those widgets. The twitter one you simply have an extra step of clicking on my name then you can click follow, if you are logged into twitter. I typically use them to post announcements of my videos being posted on YouTube (which you can also follow me on).

 

List of things I posted this week.

Where Magic May Grow
Plane Poem
Mindless Monologue
Out The Window
Intro To YouTube

Where Magic May Grow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

Kyrielle Sonnet

A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

Can I fly over the green trees?
Can I swim pass the open seas
To a land I do not yet know
Where magic may live and may grow.

What wonders and what sounds may be sung?
What treasures and gems may be flung
on the land where I want to go?
Where magic may live and may grow.

Will you take me some where magical?
Can we try to be radical
living where music freely flows
Where magic may live and may grow.

Can I fly over the green trees
Where magic may live and may grow.

Plane Poem

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

Let me look down
Through the sky
pass the puffed up clouds
Let me look down
on all the little towns
If you let me
I will imagine my life
what dream lives could I live
in every little town.

I’m flying by
so many tiny little town
I’m flying by
these towns that are so small
these towns are so far away
Still I will imagine
I will dream

Life in these towns are simple and neat
most are flat
Life in these towns are simple and neat
some are designed
All are American with apple pie shops
In the center of town there is a square
with a Quartet that signs every sunny summer Sunday

It’s a shame that you can only fly over
no one can land
not in these tiny little town
that only truly lives in a dreamer’s dream

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading.

no sleep

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

No, no you can not sleep

not when the sun-shines

not when the heat beats.

No there is no slumber

not when they day is bright

and the sun shines it’s light.

No, no you can not sleep

not until the night falls

and the sun sets.

No there is no sleep

not under the children closes their eyes

and the nights cools your tan.

Two Lanturne poems… Look Up

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

Lanturne

The Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.

Sun
rises
over the
blue sky so high
sigh.

Touch
the sky
with your dreams
love your future
dream.

Since this was a short and sweet I wrote two.

Let me know what you think. Comments are always welcomed.

As a friendly reminder I am on vacation, so I am not doing my regular DreamWard Bound update post. 

Radical (Minute Poetry)

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

Minute Poetry

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

Tell me how far one soul can go
How does one grow
with painful hope
in a brain’s lobe?

Are we just monkeys with disease?
can we release
the pain inside?
should we just hide?

No, I say we are much much more.
more than any lore.
More than animal
We are radical.

Okay, one I know the last line has 5 syllables. I actually did that almost on purpose in hopes that would stand out. Also because that is the word that needed to go there. I changed and fought with every other line, but the last line needed to be radical. 

Two, this title is misleading. I thought it would take a minute to write. That is not true. With a second per syllable so it should take a minute to read.

Let me what you think.

Limerick

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetryLimerick

A Limerick is a rhymed humorous or nonsense poem of five lines which originated in Limerick, Ireland. The Limerick has a set rhyme scheme of : a-a-b-b-a with a syllable structure of: 9-9-6-6-9. The rhythm of the poem should go as follows: Lines 1, 2, 5: weak, weak, STRONG, weak, weak, STRONG, weak, weak, STRONG, weak, weak Lines 3, 4: weak, weak, STRONG, weak, weak, STRONG, weak, weak This is the most commonly heard first line of a limerick: “There once was a man from Nantucket.”

I went to the sea to see you see.
Yet, I  could see nothing but the sea.
So I went to the shore
Just so I would be sure
That I could still see beyond the sea.

 

 

Naani

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

 

Naani

Naani is one of India’s most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets Dr. N.Gopi, presently working as vice-chancellor to Telugu University, Andhra Pradesh.

I smile instead of cry

I laugh instead of yell

For what good are tears and shouts

When it ‘s raining out?

This was an interesting one. I like the end product. What do you think?

Ode to Bed

by tiffanyrandom ramblingsPosted on No Comments

poetry

Ode

An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.

That is pretty straight forward and easy to do. Let’s see what happens. 

Oh, sleep how I love thy.

What a joyful time when I crawl into bed.

The soft pillows and fuzzy blankets,

They hug me and hold tight during the dark night.

Project me bed from the monsters underneath you.

Hold me close blankets from the shadows.

I know you will be my haven oh bed,

when I have had enough of this world.

You will comfort me with your plush pillow top

and secure my dreams with all that you are.

Thank you bed for being a bed I can sleep on

a bed that I can dream on.

What a wonderful thing to have,

comfy and cozy.

Yes, a bed is a wonderful thing.

Can you tell I’m tired? Or did you just think I really liked my bed. I mean I do like my bed and I love sleeping but this poem steams from being super sleepy.

The No Structure Poem

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

poetry

I have been only focusing on poetry that has a structure or a type. Yes, I did do a free verse the other day, but still felt tied down in the fact that it had to be a free verse poem. I was reviewing the types I could do and decided not to decide. I guess this will be a free verse, because it has no type. It may turn into a type. Who knows? I don’t plan to edit it or control this piece of art. I’m just going to  write, publish and see what happens.

A dog can love

a child can smile

and I can love.

Love with my heart

while the world says hate.

I’ll close my eyes and smile on.

I’ll hold on to my hope that lives deep in my heart.

When the end is fa away

and home is out of sight

I will hold tight to my love

hold tight to my hope

and look at the blue sky.

The clear blue sky that is a whisper

from above saying,” you are not alone

you are love.”

Yes, I will hold on to that love

and love the world.

When the world says stop

I will smile on.

When the world says no

I will continue to love.

And when the world says it’s over

I will hold tight to my hope.

Because through any pain

you can smile

Through any obstacle

you can love

and through any ending

you can hope.

If you think you can not love

look at a dog.

If you think you can not smile

look at a child.

And if you can not hope

come to me.

Yes, a dog can love,

A child can smile

and I, I can hope.

I will hope endlessly.