Yes, Another One. Don't Groan!

[ladymirth]

We had the Annual English Day Writing Competitions at school today. I thought I wouldn’t be allowed to participate, seeing as I was in the Literary, Music and Drama committee, which was organizing it, but there was apparently no such rule. Is that ethical? I’m not complaining, but I have my doubts.

Anywho (to borrow one of entirelytoo ’s facourite words ), we were given half a hematological hour to compose a four-stanza poem about “Words”. Here’s what I came up with. Please forgive the mediocrity, but that’s the best I can manage in 30 effing minutes. Honestly, I wonder what the teachers in charge have been smoking.

 

                                                WORDS

 

What wonder lies in human Word,

In their many hues and varying weights,

For what Word could be, if not seen nor heard?

What counts the silent loves and aches?

 

That human currency of truth and lies,

Revalued, devalued, over-sold, under-rated

Gilded and bold in men’s crafty wiles,

Bartered over ones unadulterated

 

Action be merely the dumb beast of burden,

Toiling overshadowed on the world’s wayside

Be ever to the capricious Word beholden,

To be granted its dues and justified

 

Unleashed by tongue, pinned down by pen

Words fly thick and fast through the air,

A fatal poison or healing balm,

Empowered within the mind’s deep lair

 

May come a day when the world be at rest

In Wisdom, Justice and Prosperity

When Words be uncolored and weighted true,

And Action be the judge of Sincerity.

 

I don’t like it all that much myself, but tell me what you think, please?

Comments

[lolaleila.livejournal.com]

You don't like this? I LOVE it! It's gorgeous and incredibly meaningful. I like the connection you made between words and action as well as the way you weaved other themes like "truth" in it.

You're a great poet and I can't even imagine producing something like this in 30 minutes. Good job:)

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Most of the people I read it to said that they couldn't understand all of it. So I'm like, what's the use of writing a poem if people can't get what the heck you're on about? You didn't have any problems that way?

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

And such a great word it is.

Anywho (BAHA! I'm so funny...) you wrote this is thirty minutes? Minutes? Not, say...hours? Weeks? Months?

Years even, if you're talking about me. Poetry isn't my thing.

However, I shall attempt it anyways...

I must say
With the waning day
That the words on the page
Unleashed from their cage
Make quite a good poem indeed.

And they eat the world
Like a very hungry girl---d
With their intelligency.
Ketchup on the side...Please.

Which basically, in a twisted sort of way, means it's amazing and you're above my level of existence and into the world beyond. Where ketchup is on the side.

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

You. Are. So. Cute! And I'll never be able to write anything as remotely hilarious as your Newton, so we're square.;-D
Although,can we switch? I'd much rather be the comic genius...

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

The responses I shall make here are 2 and a half:

1) Pshaw!

2) Chsssssssshhhhhhhhh!

and 1/2) Comedy is intelligence only downgraded by about two hundred gazillion and six fifths.

So I'd say you have the better end of the deal here dear. We could combine though. We'd be like a super writer. And a bit of an enigma to boot.

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

I cannot imagine what that would be like. I mean, we write so differently! (Not that I really do write, mind you) I preach, you snigger. Which is part of the reason I love your writing so much, and hate my own style. You are one of the inveterate sniggerers in the peanut gallery of life. All, my favourite authors are! I am like that self-concious bourgeois person in the horribly uncomfortable Sunday suit who's dying to join in the hooting, but knows he is incapable of doing any hooting on his own part.
And all that about comedy is pure tosh! The most difficult thing to acheive in all the world is real, intelligent humour. I'd still rather make people laugh than make them snore.
Speaking of which, how IS old Newton these days? I swear I am going to read Cheese wheels through the minute I get some free time!