#FOWC, dVerse

Purest of the Pure

Finest IS as finest WAS
As Truth IS still true today
Everything changes except Truth
The same, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
What is Truth? You might say
Truth is the finest of the finest
The highest of the high
Purest of the pure!
Why choose anything less
If truth changes — it never was
Your finest hour begins with truth
A love for truth the finest gift
The truth will set you free!

 

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dVerse, poetry

Villanelle Poetry —A View of Today’s World

A Villanelle, poetry form encouraged through dVerse.

 

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
The current status well thought out;
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

He watches from above, the perfect view
Man’s hellish plan; He laughs as they scheme.
God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.

First, hush and block those who speak true
Kill their God, mute the good.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
Black is now white, while white is black.
God smiles as His faithful carry through.

Work harder, conceal, quiet the few
Their voice must be stilled at any cost.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

We can’t stop now, but God who knew
Their game was finished before it began.
Sinking wrangling words — despair and spew
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

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When is a Troll not a MONSTER …?

Sing sing a troll
Round and round we go                                     ♫ Trolling Down the River
Now don’t be shy
Raise that voice         
As we troll along —
We await our turn
Humming our style
Now Reach up
Grap those vibes
Before they run away
Musical notes swaying
Our day away

 

 

Something to Cheer You for dVerse

The word for the quadrille today is “troll” or any variation or arrangement of it somehow in a poem.

Frank Hubeny says the hard part of a quadrille is that it must have exactly 44 words (excluding title). Some people find 99-word stories difficult. A quadrille permits less than half that many words.

dVerse, Supernatural Reality

Found Poetry of why Catholics Honor Mary

Learning something as I go along — i.e. what is “found poetry?”

Plus an added bonus in that dVerse wants poetry regarding Privileges.

Reading here on WordPress from other knowledgeable bloggers aroused my interest.  I did what any other person does these days, search google.

Wanting to try it, I decided to go for the Bible and see what poetry I could find.  After researching “found poetry” and the rules, there were none — changing, switching words, cutting, pasting adding or subtracting anything is permitted as part of the creativeness.

However

I was at a disadvantage searching the Bible because, well you know the Bible is the Word of God; therefore having to be careful not to change the context was a must.

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Taken from the Book of Luke; Chapter 1

Title of my “found” poem

The PRIVILEGE of Mary

(verse 26)    Angel Gabriel
(29)               His word
(30)               Hast found grace
(35)               Power of the Most High
(38)               The angel departed
(42)               Blessed art thou among women
(46)               Mary said
(48)               All generations shall call me BLESSED 

 

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With the exception of seeking into the Bible for God’s Words. 

Otherwise the art of FOUND POETRY, in my opinion, the art is in the montaging of words.

  Click here to see what I mean:
http://tinyurl.com/y38dqqyk

dVerse, poetry

Poetry with a question

I intended to add this to Mr.Linky on dVerse, for today’s open link Night. However,  I hesitate to again mistaken rules of the poetry form, at the same time anxious to learn. This one here is my attempt at putting it into the formation of a Nonet, but to fit it, I had to change the wording just a little on Joyce Kilmer’s famous poems titled “Trees” lines in question are 11-12. My question would be, is it permitted to change a quote, just a little?

Nonet poetry: nine lines with the syllable count of
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1

God’s design! His poets find God through
His handiwork; some with just sight
While others are gifted with
The vision as Kilmer
states, “Poems are made
by fools like me
only God
makes a
tree.”

 

Tree