Jason's writings of proufoundly intruiging nonsense!
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heyhey, seriously new here, so i'm just hoping u guys take it easy on me:]. feel free to post comments of my poems, or just talk with me n stuff! awesomeness!
i'll just drag some of my poems frm my blog(s) first..just to give u guys a preview of what i write..so if you're interested u can keep me!:]
flashes of flashes
the sky is dark
my eyes are glazed
and so's my heart
enter the cracks
that sever my soul
and the graveyard moans
that shatter my bones -
ok, so where the poems?
and first thing............check your spelling. -
thought is where insanity thrives
and makes its home
in the folds of the fabric of dreams
and where its needles corrupt and tear the fabric
till all but shreds are left
mingling with reality
until a patchwork is formed
where fantasy is seamlessly sown with fact
and nothing is clear anymore -
well... the spelling is rather... profound and intriguing.
That aside, I went to your blog. I quite like the stuff you have there, as lyrics , not poems though.
Are you a budding songwriter? -
you quite likely might be right..hmm..but i was wondering, could someone please explain to me how to differ poems from lyrics, either than the fact that lyrics are sung? what distinct features separate these 2 forms of writing? 'cause i always figured that lyrics were just "sing-able" poems
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okayokay, the past few poems were pretty dark and depressing, which isn't really what i'm all about. so i'm gonna post some poems which my friend and i write occasionally just for fun. our coblog is: www.fkandiq.blogspot.com
anyway, here it goes:
stared down at dinner's fish and i thought it moved its tail
the peas and carrots sitting beside it, they sure did smell quite stale
the chicken, the pork, this whole dinner hoo-haa,
it makes a kiddo like me shudder, wince and turn so very pale
the sauce on top looked like a gooey slime trail
steam from the food ‘odors’, pungent as hyena exhale
I moaned and groaned as I sniffed the air
I dare no wonder or imagine how my tastebuds would fare
Looked down at my toes, wriggled, curled and counted them
Why canÂ’t I have ice-cream, cookies or jam
instead of Gravy that clings, like glue, gel and phlegm
as my mind slowly wandered and dreamt
i saw cotton candy clouds and lollypop trees
red, yellow, green, within a rainbow sheen
Soda flavored rivers and apple juice seas
such joyful brain pictures, it makes my chubby face grin
i clanked my bowl, i twirled my spoon
my fork parachutes peas, up and over the moon
they flew up high, before they dived down
and then in gramma's soup, they drowned
I bowed my head, tilted it, and slanted my gaze
Looking at no one, I prayed hard no one would look my way
bashfully i lifted my spoon again to eat
the ‘stuffs’ on my plate which were anything but a treat
-fk (that's me) and iq (that's my awesome friend) -
Well...
think of lyrics as a subset of poetry -- traditionally, they're usually in the form of a ballad, with a typical rhyme scheme of ABABCDCD. An contemporary example -- Collin Raye's Love Me.
In modern times though, lyrics have taken a more pastoral perspective -- it's become more intimate, more layman, more free and easy -- with music taking precedence more often these days.
Think of the riffs and hooks and refrains as a poetic device, save for the fact that they've become more pedestrian, and cliche. It's usualy about me, me and me.
Whereas for poetry, the subject matter is usually more universal, using analogies, metaphors and devices like that to draw parallels between our individual existence, and ultimately, bring about an enlightening of being. -
this one sounds like a song for meOriginally posted by jasonification:okayokay, the past few poems were pretty dark and depressing, which isn't really what i'm all about. so i'm gonna post some poems which my friend and i write occasionally just for fun. our coblog is: www.fkandiq.blogspot.com
anyway, here it goes:
stared down at dinner's fish and i thought it moved its tail
the peas and carrots sitting beside it, they sure did smell quite stale
the chicken, the pork, this whole dinner hoo-haa,
it makes a kiddo like me shudder, wince and turn so very pale
the sauce on top looked like a gooey slime trail
steam from the food ‘odors’, pungent as hyena exhale
I moaned and groaned as I sniffed the air
I dare no wonder or imagine how my tastebuds would fare
Looked down at my toes, wriggled, curled and counted them
Why canÂ’t I have ice-cream, cookies or jam
instead of Gravy that clings, like glue, gel and phlegm
as my mind slowly wandered and dreamt
i saw cotton candy clouds and lollypop trees
red, yellow, green, within a rainbow sheen
Soda flavored rivers and apple juice seas
such joyful brain pictures, it makes my chubby face grin
i clanked my bowl, i twirled my spoon
my fork parachutes peas, up and over the moon
they flew up high, before they dived down
and then in gramma's soup, they drowned
I bowed my head, tilted it, and slanted my gaze
Looking at no one, I prayed hard no one would look my way
bashfully i lifted my spoon again to eat
the ‘stuffs’ on my plate which were anything but a treat
-fk (that's me) and iq (that's my awesome friend) -
can someone please clarify how that last one sounded like a song?O_oOriginally posted by alexkusu:this one sounds like a song for me -
The first two pieces weren't that dark and depressing, they are just kind of abstract or vague. Can't quite seem to see what you were trying to say in those.
The third is light hearted. But a few things:
>>dinner's fish
Feels like reading something turned on its head.
The fish dinner.
>>my fork parachutes peas
I think the word you are looking for is "propell". Parachutes tend to be seen as helping things to come down slowly, not shoot things into the air.
>> gramma's soup
interesting. I think you mean grandma, but this bit of typo makes me envision a 'grammar soup' which is a rather interesting concept IMHO.
Welcome to DPS.
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This is getting interesting.Originally posted by jasonification:okayokay, the past few poems were pretty dark and depressing, which isn't really what i'm all about. so i'm gonna post some poems which my friend and i write occasionally just for fun. our coblog is: www.fkandiq.blogspot.com
anyway, here it goes:
stared down at dinner's fish and i thought it moved its tail
the peas and carrots sitting beside it, they sure did smell quite stale
the chicken, the pork, this whole dinner hoo-haa,
it makes a kiddo like me shudder, wince and turn so very pale
the sauce on top looked like a gooey slime trail
steam from the food ‘odors’, pungent as hyena exhale
I moaned and groaned as I sniffed the air
I dare no wonder or imagine how my tastebuds would fare
Looked down at my toes, wriggled, curled and counted them
Why canÂ’t I have ice-cream, cookies or jam
instead of Gravy that clings, like glue, gel and phlegm
as my mind slowly wandered and dreamt
i saw cotton candy clouds and lollypop trees
red, yellow, green, within a rainbow sheen
Soda flavored rivers and apple juice seas
such joyful brain pictures, it makes my chubby face grin
i clanked my bowl, i twirled my spoon
my fork parachutes peas, up and over the moon
they flew up high, before they dived down
and then in gramma's soup, they drowned
I bowed my head, tilted it, and slanted my gaze
Looking at no one, I prayed hard no one would look my way
bashfully i lifted my spoon again to eat
the ‘stuffs’ on my plate which were anything but a treat
-fk (that's me) and iq (that's my awesome friend)
Personally I think it sounds like a song due to its meter. Great for poetry slam but that so read on paper. There is no tension among the lines, which in my opinion is very important in poetry.
But to be fair, I find it okay.
Just curious do you read contemporary poetry?
By the way cool blog you have there with your friend, may I have your permission to link mine to yours?
Thanks.
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This is an interesting poem.Originally posted by jasonification:thought is where insanity thrives
and makes its home
in the folds of the fabric of dreams
and where its needles corrupt and tear the fabric
till all but shreds are left
mingling with reality
until a patchwork is formed
where fantasy is seamlessly sown with fact
and nothing is clear anymore
Are you familiar with linebreak? -
permission given for any linking:]. i'm not familiar with any terms of poetry at all. i write base on what i feel and was william hung would say, "i have no professional training!" xD. but jokes aside, i wish i had more opportunity to learn about literature in general. so all these terms eg. linebreaking, contemporary poetry. soooo...perhaps people would like to help me out a bit. thanks a bunch. will be posting more up soon!
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welcome to DPS(S), Jasonification.
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Don't be cool vibration
Revlofantasy
Tell me fool talk show day and rain
Every stardom the rating
Don't stop horror show inner darken
Jus suc ra ra oh
Oh no harbor won't you buy valley show
Take me want to talking revolution
No havea won cheese have lay show
(No have a want cha have late show)
Diviphon de have worry star
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo durul
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo durul
Devil beam to the crashing
Revoluflymachine
Adjust blue G
Jus sekiran
Oh no harbor won't you buy valley show
Take me want to talking revolution
No havea won cheese have lay show
Diviphon de have worry star
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo durul
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo durul -
Hi Jason,Originally posted by jasonification:permission given for any linking:]. i'm not familiar with any terms of poetry at all. i write base on what i feel and was william hung would say, "i have no professional training!" xD. but jokes aside, i wish i had more opportunity to learn about literature in general. so all these terms eg. linebreaking, contemporary poetry. soooo...perhaps people would like to help me out a bit. thanks a bunch. will be posting more up soon!
I am not sure about the rest but I have no professional training either. What I have is a burning passion (I know, I know it is a cliché) for poetry. I am not sure why but I just love poetry and I want so much to find out more about it.
But donÂ’t worry we are all learning in DPS (S), well most f us, and I am in the process of putting up a thread on poetic tools sort of like Blurbs of Wisdom in PFFA. Actually most of my notes are from them but I still need some times to sort them out.
Hope to see the rest of your poems soon. -
for a moment i tot its the other Jason..
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Me too.Originally posted by Ito_^:for a moment i tot its the other Jason.. -
the..other jason? O_oOriginally posted by Ito_^:for a moment i tot its the other Jason.. -
a passing intrest in the current news
shows the state of the world in different hues
of red, black and purple satin
be it in english, french or even latin.
the death toll worldwide slowly increasing
does this show the apocalypse is evidently nearing?
"perhaps it is" my heart is softly fearing.
yes, that includes you, those with impaired hearing.
then i look out my window and see sunshine
i shrug my shoulders and say "ahhhh..the world's doing just fine"
i look at my clock and see that it's nine,
after which i jump in front of my computer and log into Dead Poet's Society Online
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no seriously, i woke up at nine, read the news, and then went to DPS. *groggy* -
ahhh, the world's doing just fine here also.
got a whole long day in the office, excuse me while i go catch a bus. -
imagine words without meaning
and songs without tune
imagine light without brightness
and craziness without loon
imagine laughter without glee
and passion without fire
imagine people without souls
and cables without wires
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okay, i was just testing your imagination:]. this was a pretty lame attempt i admit. but imagine how whacked out a world like that would be T-T. -
stop embarrassing urself.
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Dear sir/madam cenarious,Originally posted by Cenarious:stop embarrassing urself.
frankly, i don't really care if your dad is a stag, but if u have anything really constructive to say, please elaborate, rather than just saying "stop embarrassing urself." thanks ^^ -
*ahem*
anyway, back to poetry, gonna take something from my blog again:
betrayed by my imagination,
i believed in myself more than i should
and the sugar plum faeries that dance in my head
were just rotting apples painted with red.
it's not a vivid imagination that brings you down the most
but an imagination that gives you hope
beyond what's realistically simply true.
it's more than thoughts of exaggeration
or of mind boggling weirdness.
that's what this poem appears to be
and that's what it is.