poetry day

almost missed world poetry day...

again.


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Comments: poetry day

There was a young fellow from Cork ...
Posted by Tony.T at March 22, 2005 10:59 AM

Who wrote an ode with a fork ...
Posted by Tony.T at March 22, 2005 01:38 PM

His knife felt betrayed ...
Posted by boynton at March 22, 2005 05:11 PM

And his spoon was a splade ...
Posted by Tony.T at March 22, 2005 05:13 PM

... and the dish ran away with the very very model of a major piece of cutlery that are only ever bought for wedding presents.

In another time and place, that scans perfickly.

(Runs away quickly with his dish accomplice.)
Posted by Sedgwick at March 22, 2005 08:30 PM

"There was a young man of Japan
Whose poems never would scan
When asked why it was
He replied "it's because
I always try to get as many words in the last line as I possibly can."

but then again

"There was a young man from Peru
Whose poems always ended at line two"

And in honour of World Poetry Day, here's an original haiku by moi, called "Penguins"

Behind cold wet rocks
Secret gangs of fishermen
Are dressed for dinner
Posted by Nabakov at March 22, 2005 08:39 PM

Are they orange or angry?...

I once had to write a haiku
For a wedding - in fact I wrote two
I managed to ease
The syllable squeeze
By throwing in as many words into the title as I could think of as a diversionary tactic and because I had once read this was permissible.

And don't knock the Splayd, Sedge.
One of the best inventions around.
Wish someone could dash off some lyrical lines to that utensil, known to Americans as Spork...
Hmm - that was a possible alternative last line to the limerick going begging ;)
Posted by boynton at March 22, 2005 09:02 PM

One hand too busy
Counting Haiku syllables
To find a rhyme in
Time
Posted by Nabakov at March 23, 2005 12:13 AM

the moving finger
the sound of one hand counting
the unknown silver


(Title: Despite my best counting, a rogue syllable will often appear from nowhere in my verse, like a silent letter - return of the lost knife - has turned into a splayd.)
Posted by boynton at March 23, 2005 12:29 AM

Splades best for peas
Holding rolling legumes
Is hard with a fork
T'is!
Posted by Tony.T at March 23, 2005 09:52 AM

forking syllables
he will call a splayd a splade
says the silent e
Posted by boynton at March 23, 2005 01:32 PM

Actually I thought of some last lines to your limerick,T (not to improve on yours, Sedge - I liked it very much, but just to offer an alt one in limerick form)

There was a young fellow from Cork
Who wrote an ode with a fork
His knife felt betrayed
And his spoon was a splade
who was starting to sound like a spork

or...
who would soon cut and run with a spork

or...
which made getting the metre right awkward

etc etc...


and Nab:

is the second line
the sound of one hand counting
is the second line


a bit of limerick and haiku is all I can do today...
Posted by boynton at March 23, 2005 01:46 PM