A Poem...

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The halls were empty,
and the walls were bare,
young and old alike had fled,
out into the warmth of the sun,
and the happiness in the air.

The grass around was clean and neat,
the fence looked freshly primmed,
everything remained perfect,
like it had been
on that momentous first day.

A feeble, little caretaker
doing his daily rounds,
found nothing of significance,
apart from a small, white piece
of semi-wrinkled paper.

At which,
under considerable inspection,
contained a tiny candid memo,
immediately prompting memories
of a cheery, sundrenched childhood.

Of course, this was all due
to the bold, blue- ink stains,
that curled effortlessly on the torn-up trivial square.
A phrase that read;
"School's out for the summer!"

-By Leana Temoana

Since the school's ending soon, it felt like an appropriate topic. I thought I'd give writing poetry a shot. Don't be too hard on it, but I'd like to know what you think... any comments?

Humour

Poems of humour are often overlooked, like children's poems, and we see great abundance of depressing, angst, love, death poems, which often portrays your average joe's idea of "poetry". Yet, humour, as a topic of writing, to me, is actually one of the most interesting topics there is. These types of poems often give the reader a little chuckle or leave the reader entertained, and this feel-good type of writing definitely deserves to be called true poetry. Plus, there are so many truly humourous poems, on every topic you could think of, that there's really no reason for you not to be reading this stuff! Here's one interesting one:

Spell Check

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

-Author unknown

Here are links to more topics:

Crocodiles
http://www.fizzyfunnyfuzzy.com/showpoem.php?poemID=52

Love
http://www.netpoets.com/poems/humor/0198003.htm

Animal Crackers
http://www.foodreference.com/html/animal-crackers.html

BLOGSGALORE..

--->http://www.splashhall.org/thunder_blog.html<---- This website is a charming art and poetry blog, there's a specific article called 'The Road to Hana' which tells about a remote island located on the east coast of Maui, Hawaii, that I really liked. The writer also shares the story of how they find this beautiful, culturally-enriched isle. Along with this account of Hawaii, the blog contains links to an eclectic bunch of blogs~ poetry, liturature and more.. read and enjoy...

Definition

po·et·ry -
n.

1. The art or work of a poet.
2.
A. Poems regarded as forming a division of literature.
B. The poetic works of a given author, group, nation, or kind.
3.A piece of literature written in meter; verse.
4.Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound.
5.The essence or characteristic quality of a poem.
6.A quality that suggests poetry, as in grace, beauty, or harmony: the poetry of the dancer's movements.

Accidental Art...

As I was looking for pictures to display on the blog, I came across this art blog, coincidentally on blogger.com. Its made up of collages created into different themes. I found it really interesting. I found a picture called " Laundry", which came from this same site and I thought it matched my previous poem about the same subject; that is, sort of a jumble of different ideas and elements. Its called the "Scrapatorium". Really interesting. Have quick look:

---->http://scrapatorium.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_scrapatorium_archive.html<----

Movie Review..

Just to let you know, I recently saw the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I found it completely heart-warming and beautiful. For those of you who don't know about it, it is the story of four best friends who find a pair of jeans which helps bring magic to their first summers apart.

You'll find yourself falling in love with the stunning beautiful island of Santorini in Greece as well as falling for the stories of the lives of each girl.. The novel, by which the movie is based, is written by Ann Brashares, and are also, if not more, moving and uplifting. Just the way every story is written, you won't want to put it down... Also, the movie stays very true the story and you'll leave the cinema feeling very satisfied.

However the theatre is filled with young women, so best keep it between your gal friends because it is definately a 'chick flick'..but also so much more...At times the movie gets very 'dramatic', and, if you look around, you won't be suprised to notice that almost every girl is bawling her eyes out.. yea, I'll admit it, I was too!!

Here is a link to the movie synopsis and the book's website..

The MOVIE:
http://movies.channel.aol.com/movie/main.adp?tab=main&mid=19138

The BOOK:
http://sisterhoodofthetravelingpants.warnerbros.com/

I rate it 5 out of 5 stars because I loved it that much~ but don't mind me, others thought it was horrible... go see it for yourself..

~LiNkS~

This last poem is about laundry. I found it amongst other simplistic poems. Its quite unique and has a very raw feeling to it. It is not famous like some of the other poems I've posted but it had a rare quality that brought me to like it. I couldn't figure out how to post the link, so I copied and pasted it. Here is the poem:

"Laundry," by Nina Riggs, Beaufort, N.C.:

The washer and dryer lurch
on the other side of the wall
at the desk where I come to write.
They rattle and thump and sing,
the wild Picasso dancing
off its hook above me.
I stare at the pulsating whiteness
of sheetrock, trying to dismiss
laundry as a matter of fact,
two machines shaking with the
necessity of keeping house,
not some ghost seeking exorcism,
not the tumblings of my own mind
with all these words trapped inside,
not the muse knocking for admission,
but just an old washing machine,
half-broken and squeakier with every load,
its frantic rhythm not a raging heartbeat,
not the permanent press of love making,
but just a toneless song to move my pen to,
thinking now of cycles and rinsing
and spinning, and of the plumber's
resigned drawl on his last visit:
"Don't wanna mess with it
-it might stop goin' round altogether."

There is Another Sky

My 2nd poem is called "There is Another Sky", by Emily Dickenson. This is not a very well-known poem but it resonates themes of hope, strength and happiness which give the reader an optimistic sense of peace and harmony. The poem begins with a picturesque setting and then travels to different elements of this "setting", portrayed as a garden. Near the end, it leaves the reader to their own imagination.



For me, it feels like the poem is describing the death of a loved one, a brother named Austin, but, at the same time, telling the reader that this boy is not lost or alone, that he has gone to heaven; a sanctuary, a paradise; the poem's "garden". This end part delivers promise of peace and joy, which, at first, can be seen through reading the poem's title. Overall, I found 'There is Another Sky' to be colourful and, in some ways, delicate, which is what I, chiefly, liked about it. Go ahead and take a look. What is your interpretation?...

Here is the link:

---->http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/emilydickinson/9954<----