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Purple Majesty reblogged

In royal Purple
His heirs, sharing his heirlooms –
Christ, His Majesty

Day Five of the National/Global Poetry Writing Month challenge for 2016 – to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities.

Purple Majesty is known as the deepest purple of all purple potato varieties, hence the given name. Purple potatoes are grown for both fresh market potatoes and for chipping potatoes.

Na/GloPoWriMo 2017 begins in 5 days!

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Multa Paucis #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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The final challenge of National/Global Writing Month 2016 – to take a crack at translating a poem by a poet writing in that language, or to try a homophonic translation.

I’ve tried creating a tanka using Latin phrases (translation below). Multa paucis means, “saying much in a few words”.

Ab origine
Auxilio ab alto
A cruce salus
Ex une disce omnes
Amor vincit omnia

From the origin
By help from high
From the cross comes salvation
From one person, learn all people
Love conquers all

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I Remember #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge is to write a poem based on things you remember.

I remember a voice in my cradle
My mother singing to me
“Rosetta are you better”
A low-scoring chart harmony

I remember the voice in the garden
Scolding in ignominy
I remember the faces of friends
Downcast, embarrassed for me

I remember youthful successes
Mother’s smiles beaming at me
I remember the pride of a father
And my own invincible glee

I remember growing assertion
Resistance, desire to be “free”
I remember reactive rebellion
Learning “how to be me”

I remember irascible folly
How the hurts rebounded on me
I remember lessons not learned
Why weren’t they plain to see?

I remember the dreams I once had
How they were taken from me
I forgave my dream-thief long ago
Accepted the hand life decreed

I remember meeting my Saviour
Why would He set me free?
I remember the doubts and the failures
But that’s not my true identity

I remember the wild rollercoaster
I remember a storm-driven sea
But most of all I remember
My God will always love me

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Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge – to write a poem with l..o..n..g lines (17 syllables!). Goodbye comfort zone.

In the second year of his reign, Nebuchadnezzar had troubling dreams;
He summoned magicians and sorcerers, “I want to know what it means”
“Tell me my dream and interpret, or it shall be the worse for you all”
“What the king asks is too difficult. No one can reveal but the gods!”

The decree was issued: ‘put the wise men to death’, men sent out to obey
The commander found Daniel and his friends, and heard what he had to say;
Pleading for mercy from almighty God concerning this mystery,
During the night, all was revealed so that Daniel was able to see.

The king dreamed an enormous, dazzling statue, awesome in appearance,
A head of pure gold, chest and arms of silver, belly and thighs of bronze,
Its legs cast in iron, feet a mixture partly of iron and baked clay;
And as the king watched, a rock was cut out, but not by the art of man.

It struck and smashed the statue’s feet, and the iron, clay, bronze, silver, and gold
Were broken to pieces and became like chaff on a threshing room floor.
The wind swept all of the elements away without leaving a trace,
And the hewn rock became a huge mountain which filled all corners of Earth.

“Your Majesty, you are the head of gold, with dominion and power;
After you, other kingdoms will arise, but they shall come and then go
But in that time, God will set up a kingdom never to be destroyed,
It will bring all other kingdoms to an end, and endure forever.”

God showed the king what would be: true dream, trustworthy interpretation.

– Daniel 2

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Out of the Mouth of Babes #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge – to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. I’m continuing yesterday’s nonsense with a modern continuation of Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussy Cat.

The owl and the pussy cat went to sea
In a rickety pea-green boat
The world turned its back, and turned them around
’cause refugees don’t get a vote

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Verbiage #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Insufficient stuff, and not enough nonsense
Fuliginous mirrors reflecting mysted incense
Short-lived quickening, first here and fast gone
In eternity’s longevity, there can be only one
Iconic deception, reality transformed
Mechanical autometry, sparked withall re-formed
One true path past falsehood, paves the way to life
Eradicating mendacity, surpassing serpentine strife
Alliterative allegory paints a plainer picture
Nearly-truths and almost-lies – a volatile mixture
One last veracity, in deference to cadence:
If to err is ever human, the rest may be silence

Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge is to write using a combination of ‘high-flown’ non-conversational vocabulary with everyday simpler words, so I thought why not combine a bit of overstated nonsense with simple truth.

(and throwing in a Silver Threading ‘word of the week’ and another of my own creation – why not?)

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The Immortal Sea #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s National/Global Poetry Writing Challenge 2016 is completely appropriate to the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death – to write a sonnet.

Traditionally, sonnets are fourteen-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse!

Here is my attempt, The Immortal Sea

Will eternity simply have no end
Or transport man’s mind to its beginning?
Is infinite life removed from time’s clasp,
Unravelling history’s weave and weft?
Outside the dimensional ebb and flow,
Beyond all perception of time and tide,
Riding out waves on an immortal sea,
Unsinkable lifeboats sail where they will;
Alpha and Omega never constrained,
Existing outside of space-time’s confines;
The Spirit of all ages never contained,
No bondsman to earth-cycle wax and wane;
Safe in the presence of the great I Am,
Eternal life cedes not to mortal coils.

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Like Verbal Kint #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge is to write a poem in the voice of a minor character from a fairy tale or myth. This is my take on the prompt:

Like ‘Verbal’ Kint
I don’t exist
No fingerprint
Nothing to resist

Ignore the whisper
See, it was some other
Who killed your sister
Who felled your brother

You don’t work for me
My crew won’t harm you
Just live for yourself
Do what you want to do

Yes greed is good
It’s ok to hate
Don’t fight your fears
Embrace your fate

So don’t be deceived
There’s no need to resist
‘Cos’ like Keyser Soze
I really don’t exist

“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And like that, poof. He’s gone.”
– Roger “Verbal” Kint, The Usual Suspects (1995)

“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”
– 1 Peter 5:8-9 (NIV)

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None Braver #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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A “kenning” poem employs riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas. They are ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description. Today’s National/Global Poetry Writing 2016 challenge is to think of a single thing or person (a house, your grandmother, etc), and then write a poem that consists of kenning-like descriptions of that thing or person.

Origin-dater
Earth-creator

Star-flinger
Day-bringer

Life-giver
Lifeblood-river

Truth-sayer
Debt-payer

Cross-bearer
Wayfarer

Mankind-saver
None braver

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By the Grace of God #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Many years ago, “didactic” poetry was very common – in other words, poetry that explicitly sought to instruct the reader in some kind of skill or knowledge, whether moral, philosophical, or practical. Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge is to write the latter kind of “how to” poem.

By the grace of God
Not by our obedience
Nor by our own works
But by faith in Jesus Christ –
Know God, and life eternal

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