Tag Archives: Ballad

Lick You Wet [ An Elegy]

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Vanilla

SourceSalon de l’agriculture 2011 – Vanille de Tahiti via commons.m.wikipedia.org

Vanilla, I could remember licking,
tasting, savouring and sighing.
Why did you squeal on me, told my
obsession to my conscience.
I miss your comfort and your smooth texture
and your orgasmic waves on my tongue.

Your scent is like none other in desserts.
How do you get my nose to smile
and my teeth to dance
and my hips to widen, you naughty you.
Or your perfect temperature, cold for hot days
and cold for times of misery.

Such times you are better than these suckers and
Tender on a delicate aching throat
and gentle on the stomach
and just right on my teasing mind to eat more
and more and you were always available
and I scream for you.


Day 8 of Poetry class and the Elegy comes along. I choose to focus on an Elegy of longing since the prompt is ‘flavour.’ I covered or I think I did three stages: sorrow, admiration and solace without any set meter or rhythm, since it is not a traditional topic. I also included the literary device of enumeratio, I notice it quickens my pace to read  many ‘and’ in one sentence.

I leave you withDay 1, Day 2,Day 3,  Day 4, Day 5 , Day 6 and Day 7

 

Can you guess  the dessert of my Ballad? I would like to hear your answers down below.

 

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Straight Street: Rough Waters [ A Ballad]

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It is Rough In Those Streets

Rough Seas

Decaying network of evil, see them
breathe their diseased work on the
ideal impressionable young yoke.
Family values are weak from assaults
day in and week out from terrible gossip.

When weed is your best friend,
the deed is almost done. Help!
Is that the keys, handed down to
Eve, to multiply fruits to torture others?
Who made those community legal?

Stop, you cannot weasel your way
through my needle of choice.
Please, leave my different ways, different.
Let me be, be me. Free to choose only three
as friends because mama said 3 is a crowd
and I just want to stay out of trouble.


Day 7 of WordPress poetry class with the ‘Ballad.’ For our prompt today, Neighbours  and the literary device ‘Assonance.’ My poem speaks on my interpretation of the place, I call community. Sadly it is a negative but the truth shall set me free, yes free indeed.

As always, I leave you with the other poems from class: Day 1, Day 2,Day 3,  Day 4, Day 5 and Day 6.


 

I leave you with a question: Do you live in a neighbourhood where you notice a slow decay (people mannerisms etc), does it bother you? Would you mind telling me about it, in the section below?

The Spaniards

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Disease, disease introduced,

they died, because they were not immune,

to such unknown illnesses.

They decreased in great numbers as small pox

and chicken pox wiped out their population drastically.

They went along with the bandwagon and allow the

newcomers into the villages.

“the gods sent them.”

The production of their crops altered.

The newcomers brought cattle, horses, sheep, goats which trampled their field.

They also lose their land and sovereignty.

The women exploited by the newcomers as their means of pleasure.

Infanticide came: mothers killing their tiny one,

Seeing that their child would make it to the after life.

Unfortunately families were broken due to the absence of a male figure,

moved from place to place by the Spaniards looking for gold.

They did not see their family.

They had to conform to the newcomers way of life,

religious practise change due to the force conversion to Christianity.

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Poem by my Little Sister

She wanted me to share her poem on my blog. She said it  is about the Spaniards interaction with the New World, how the life of the people they met [Kalingos and Tainos] changed because of the new customs introduced by the Spaniards in the islands. I read this poem as a Ballad for people [who discovered the island of the West indies], affected by the  disease, religion and lifestyle of the Old World.

Bad Cowboy Shane

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Bad Cowboy Shane

Source: justconservative.com

Shane rode into the sunset, hat bobbing along the horizon.

Chaos he left behind men bleeding, children crying,

women blushing, fainting like fallen soldiers, nothing surprising.

Why oh why Shane did you cause such a hurting.

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He slaughtered all the cattle painting the river crimson red

leaving Pleasantville in a horrible lasting stench.

What will they do all the carriages are broken and the horses fled.

Why oh why Shane did you use Billy Bob’s wrench

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Second week of poetry class with the poetry form of ballad.