Looking for Topics

I find myself in need of your assistance, gentle readers. For these last days of November I am in search of topics to pen poems about. Any suggestions, however detailed or not, complex or not, ridiculous or not - all shall be looked at with eagerness. So please, if you have an idea that you think would make a cool poem, I pray thee, share it with me!

Feast of Christ the King

Today is the feast of Christ the King, an important feast in the Catholic Church, as well as the end of the liturgical year. It follows naturally that I would write today's poem about Our Lord. I'm afraid it is not very good, but I hope it will please Him.

All give hail to our glorious King
Majesty He is, peace He brings
In resplendent array He comes
King of our hearts, King of our homes
With glad voices His praises sing.

With mercy for every being
Can't you see Him kind smiling?
Arms wide open and warm welcome
King of our Hearts

He makes an end of suffering
No more will we feel death's sharp sting
No better place then His Kingdom
Such a King brings joy to thralldom
His love is here in everything
King of our Hearts.

Beware of Self

This poem - which I wrote yesterday - was inspired by chapter 5 of "The King of the Golden City". My theater troupe will be performing a stage adaption of this lovely tale next summer, and to prepare for it we are doing an "imersion". At each of our meetings we are split into four groups. One group listens to and acts out two chapters of the story literally. A second group acts out the chapters in a modern format. The other two groups do different skits.
The chapter for yesterday was about not giving into Self, a natural choice in theme for my poem.

Beware of Self
Beware the fight when you awake.
Do not give into Self.
Be careful of what choice you make,
It may destroy your health.

Do not give into Self.
When she tells you to stay abed,
It may destroy your health.
Why don't you go to Mass instead?

When she tells you to stay abed,
Say no, go on your way.
Why don't you go to Mass instead?
How good will be your day!

Say no, go on your way,
When Self urges you to give in.
How good will be your day,
If you deny your selfish whim.

When Self urges you to give in,
Resist for your dear King.
If you deny your selfish whim,
You will to Him joy bring.

Resist for your dear King
All the evils that will appear.
You will to Him joy bring
To the King you are, oh, so dear.

Beware the fight when you awake,
All the evils that will appear.
Be careful of what choice you make,
To the King you are oh, so dear.

I Can't Believe I'm Posting This

...Presenting "The Ballad of Tadpole the Trout", a goofy nonesense poem that was the outcome of yesterday's PePoWriMo. Please keep the rotten vegetables to yourself, because I kinda like it.

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

There was a trout called Tadpole

On account his mum a frog

He’d take a lark an’ take a stroll

Chase a cat and splash at the dog!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

Now Tadpole was a lil’ trout

But big at heart, doncha know

Beat a whale in a race full out

Ridin’ his big ole Kerflado!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

One day Tad went for some fun

An’ met with a flibber-foo

He sent that flibber on the run

Chasin’ after yellin’ “Yahoo!”

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

Then one time when out Tad sailed

He found hisself in the air

Got catched by Quap, no good to flail

So the poor trout had to stay there!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

But Tad wasn’t done, oh no

When Quap tried to eat him up

Back up Quap’s throat Tad he did go

Knocking him out with a wallup!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

Tad walked back to his ole home

Splashin’ back inna water

An’ still afar he would go roam

All a searchin’ for adventure!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

Merry as ye’d e’er see

Swim inn a lake, Swim inna sea

Hi ho Tadpole happy an’ free!

To go find the world’s far end

Aye an’ that was Tadpole’s dream

Said good-bye to family an’ friend

To this day he ain’t e’er been seen!

Tadpole is a fine lad he

No one knows where he yet be

He inna lake or inna sea

Your guess’ll be as good as me!

5 Quick Takes Saturday - Vol 22

~ 1 ~
I love country music. And country music artists. While some of them can get a bit off track - as do the majority of entertainers - for the most part country singers have their heads on straight. Carrie Underwood for example. We had on the radio last night and at the time Carrie had called in to be on the show and listeners were calling in and asking questions. One caller asked, "What do you see yourself doing in 5-10 years?"
It was so refreshing to hear Carrie respond that she was just going to wait and see what God had planned for her, because if you plan out your future you might miss something that you should be doing. So great to hear from a rising country star!

~ 2 ~

Here is the poem that I wrote yesterday for PePoWriMo. It's a terzanelle, a cross between a villanelle and a terza rima. It's fun to write!

Why must you go away my love?
It is more than my heart can bear.
Why must you go away my love?

Aren't we our lives supposed to share?
Don't go and leave me all alone,
It is is more than my heart can bear.

What will I do when you aren't home?
The thought of it makes me afraid,
Don't go and leave me all alone.

Don't make us wish that you had stayed,
What if something happens to us?
The thought of it makes me afraid.

You know sometimes it's hard to trust
That everything will be alright.
What if something happens to us?

I will wait for you this long night.
Why must you go away my love?
As from my eyes the tears I fight.
Why must you go away my love?


~ 3 ~

I just realized that I haven't shared my tragic Itallian love poem with you! Shame on me!

Lament for Ravioli
I made my ravioli, so
Plump and so smooth. In the pot I
Set it to cook, my lovely dough.
Could I’ve known I must say good-bye?

For the phone rang and I forgot
All about my simmering pot.
My ravioli’d burst, ‘twas gone.
I shall as well ‘fore very long.


You see, this form of poetry is called a rispetto, and is an Italian form. I wanted to write something depressing, but the more I thought of it, I just couldn't! I mean, Italian's just aren't depressing people! So I decided I must write a love poem, which would be fitting. But about what exactly? While I was thinking, I randomly mentioned how the thought of ravioli was just filling my mind during Mass that morning... and a depressing Italian love poem resulted.

~ 4 ~

While this next quick take may seem more like something you'd read on Random Profound Thoughts, I assure you I am totally serious about this.

So I have realized that I never enlightened my dear readers on the new term for cute guys! (That you don't want to date).

It all stemmed from a discussion I had with some friends of mine. My one friend (Friend A) drew a super amazing picture of Ben Barnes. Now Friend B and I saw it and were "Oh my gosh, he is so CUTE!!!!" However, Friend C didn't seem to like that, rolling her eyes and saying we sounded just like the girls at the highschool she has to take some classes at.

Now, we tried to tell her that you can in fact say that a random guy or actor is cute in an objective manner, without meaning you have a crush or are all fangirly or whatever. Cute is just an alternative adjective. If you say "cute" instead of "handsome" or "good looking", then you say "cute" instead of "handsome" or "good looking!" (and to be honest, saying "cute" is way more fun then saying "good looking") Well, Friend C wasn't having any of it.

So I mentioned this to Lanta the other night, and her remedy was that we just needed to come up with another word. At first she picked "gory"(cute=hunk, hunk= hunky dory, dory sounds like gory). Then, after Lanta, my sisters Yaviel and Kathleen and I had a bubble/Shakespearian conversation, I had the brilliant idea that cute guys are - bubbles!

And there you have it. Cute guys are bubbles.

~ 5 ~

One last long - er, quick, take. My sisters and I came up with some 'song albums' by LotR characters....


Title: Evenstar
Label: Rivendell Records
Release Date: May 1st, 2951 of the Third Age
Producer: Aragorn son of Arathorn
Genre: Vocal
Track Listing:
Im Arwen
Come and Claim Him
Crownless Shall Be King
Longsleeves
Mine to Give
A Mortal Life
Ode to Eowyn (Aragorn is Mine)
What Did You See?
My Choice
One Last Time
If I Leave Him Now
Gerich Meleth Nin
My Child
Bonus Track: I Can’t Wait ‘Till He’s King
Critic Review: This latest Arwen release is a joy to the elvish ear… a glistening waterfall of sound, cascading melodies and flowing rhythm. Both her instrumentals (like Longsleeves) and vocals (The amazing Ode to Eowyn, for example) are pinnacles of her genre. Alas, this glistening gem is marred by one fatal flaw… her rather jarring break from her typical style into a rocking “I Can’t Wait ‘Till He’s King.” We suspect it is a parody of another popular song. ~ Noteriel


Title: Sons of Stewards
Label: Whitetree
Release Date:
Producer: Denethor
Genre: Country Western
Track Listing:
A Dream
Losing a Brother
Dad
Give it To Me
Not with 10,000 Men
Burn
Then it is Forfeit
I See Your Mind
If I Should Return
Gondorian Soldier
Courtesy of the White Tree, Yahoo
Just a Ring
Wraiths Fly By
Critic Review: The Sons of Stewards make a smashing break into the world of Country Music with their title release album. Lead singers Boromir and Faramir wow the crowds with their uptempo and heartfelt songs. Singing both solos and duets, these brothers belt out stirring song after stirring song. From Boromir’s Toby-Kieth-like ‘Courtesy of the White Tree, Yahoo!’ to Faramir’s ‘Wraiths Fly By’ to their duet ‘Gondorian Soldier’, the Sons of Stewards will have you coming back for more! - Musicorn




Title: Away
Label: Bigfeet
Release Date: November 3rd, 1419 in S.R. of the Third Age
Producer: Bilbo Baggins
Genre: Rock
Track Listing:
Sweet Home Hobbiton
Fool of a Took
Ash on my Tomatoes
Shortcut to Mushrooms
Worth Fighting For
Long Walk
Little People, Big Deeds
Stinker ‘n’ Slinker
Spiders, Orcs and Wraiths (Oh My!)
Talking Trees
Elevnsies
It’s the Ring
Closer to Danger, Further from Harm
I’m Hungry
Bonus Track: Potato Rap
Critic Review: The Hobbit’s have done it again. Their latest album Away is another thumping good time in the Shire, filled with toe-tapping music from start to finish. One album you won’t want to miss. - Stac Cato

Hush, Hush, Lullaby

Hush, hush, baby bye
Hush, hush, don't you cry
Hum now softly sigh
Listen to my lullaby
Hush, hush, baby bye

Listen to my voice sing
No need to fear a thing
Back and forth my arms swing
Hush, hush, baby bye

Hush, hush, baby bye
Hush, hush, don't you cry
Hum now softly sigh
Listen to my lullaby
Hush, hush, baby bye

Let my love enfold you
Let me hear my baby coo
All I tell you is true
Hush, hush, baby bye

Hush, hush, baby bye
Hush, hush, don't you cry
Hum now softly sigh
Listen to my lullaby
Hush, hush, baby bye

When the tossing storm shout
Fell my arms go 'round about
I will drown the noise out
Hush, hush, baby bye

Hush, hush, baby bye
Hush, hush, don't you cry
Hum now softly sigh
Listen to my lullaby
Hush, hush, baby bye

Hush, hush my baby mine
I will love you 'till I die
Mother's love is the sky
Hush, hush baby bye

Hush, hush, baby bye
Hush, hush, don't you cry
Hum now softly sigh
Listen to my lullaby
Hush, hush, baby bye

Hush, hush
Hush, hush
Hush, hush baby mine

Copyright 2009

The Warrior

This poem is a villanelle (though I changed the format a little bit). It was inspired by "The Warrior" composed by Eric Genuis, which you can listen to here.

The trumpet sounds a fanfare,
A flute begins to play.
Can you hear the warrior there?

The piano's notes must have their share
The violins swirl fast.
The trumpet sounds a fanfare.

Triumphant is the sound in air
Boldly the melody shouts
Can you hear the warrior there?

Marching, clashing, the music shares
Rousing themes with the world
The trumpet sounds a fanfare.

Calling out so loud and clear.
Beat, hearts, wi' the notes.
Can you hear the warrior there?

A noble hero, throw away care!
Instruments fill the soul,
The trumpets sound a fanfare.
Can you hear the warrior there?

Poem Copyright 2009 ladyoftherose.blogspot.com

Poems for Today

Alright, here are me poems today! I wasn't home for most of the day, so I tried out some shorter styles of poetry. First I have a Diamante, a simple style I've been wanting to try for a while.

Hell
Dark, Fearful
Burning, Screaming, Crying
Despair, Hope, Pain, Peace
Singing, Healing, Praising
Light, Joy
Heaven

It's interesting. And then I wrote a couple of Limericks, because I just love limericks. The first one is called "Stuck in My Head" and pretty much describes the state of my mind since I watched these two awesome videos on YouTube. (Video 1 and Video 2).

What to do when songs stick in my head?
Drives me insane! Wish I were dead.
Singing "The Way I Loved You"
Song I don't know the words to...
I regard my mind with a great dread.

The next one is an oxymoron. (AKA a serious limerick.)

She sinks down into a swirling mist,
The shadows 'round her whisper and hiss.
They curse and they bite
Throughout the long night.
A deadly embrace and fatal kiss.

All poems Copyright 2009 ladyoftherose.blogspot.com

PePoWriMo

So in addition to appointing myself Official NaNoWriMo Cheerleader on the Forum (along with Ella)
and NaNoWriMo Psychiatrist (for those writers who need to rant, sob, complain, vent and kill someone)
I have invented a November activity for moi, called "PePoWriMo". PePoWriMo stands for Personal Poetry Writing Month. It's 'personal' and not 'national', because well... I'm the one doing it. ;)

The goal I've set for myself is to write on poem every day for the month of November, all about different topics, and trying to use a wide variety of poetry styles! I started yesterday, so I've got one poem written. I haven't written today's poem yet.

This event was inspired by Lanta asking me if I wrote a lot of poetry, me answering no, her commenting that that was sad, and me agreeing with her. So by the end of November I shall have at least 28 poems! I'll try and post all or most of them up here for any who are interested to read.

Here is my poem from yesterday.

All Soul's Day

The dead were dead and laying still, in
Cold caskets buried beneath the grim ground.
No record was there of virtue or sin,
They lay forgotten, no mourners around.

'Tis only their bodies that lay there so still
The soul of Life is departed and gone.
Waiting are they with hope, waiting until
Kind prayers should free them from Purg'tories bond.

Yet no prayer is said for all those who wait,
No please is uttered, they are forgotten.
Denied the joys of Heaven that is their fate,
Suffering on their own, no helping friend.

Remember them in prayer, say one today.
Loved ones may forget, forgotten are they.