Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Frills, Lace and Filthy Victorians

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Seeing as how the Filthy Victorians of 2012 are putting the final touches on their preparations for next year, I thought it all to perfect that I get to share with you a darling poem that my friend, Niccole wrote. It was introduced to me as "a Victorian era recipe poem" so that is the introduction I will pass on to you:

Frills, Lace and Broken Ribs

To make the perfect Victorian Era Pastry,
You must start out with both the wealthy
And the poor of the time period.
Divide them both into sections,
Mixing coal and dust into the poor
And lace and frills with the rich.
To the section of the poor,
Add a cup of disease, a dash of sorrow
And a whole lot of work for everyone.
When dealing with the wealthy,
Turn up your nose in a haughty way
So that you may fit in and deal
With all the parties and social gatherings.
Once done with that and posture is good,
Add a lot of broken ribs from corsets,
Sprinkle in some abuse from the men,
And add three and a half heaping cups of
Colored cloth, richly decorated to content.
Place in the oven for about an hour,
Take out to cool, placing a parasol above
So that the delicate outside will not burn.
Once cooled to touch with a gloved hand,
Spread literature in abundance over top,
Making sure to cover every last bit of wealth.
You need not worry about the poor getting any,
They are on the bottom, and will receive none.
Set on a lavishly decorated place on the table,
Letting it sit there for all to see and admire.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

One in a Million

We are humans:
A one in a million chance.
We are a pesticide.
We are the pest.
We are locus;
We swarm over the land
On the earth and the moon,
A one in a million chance.

I don't remember exactly when I wrote this. It was after I learned about the odds of things turning out the way they did. I don't remember the exact odds, but they were rather large. I always mess with the punctuation on One in the Million.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Backward Footsteps: Old Poetry!

Well, to be precise, an old poem. I haven't been writing as much as a use to anymore so I thought I would go threw a bunch of old poems I wrote in middle school. I found this one, which I wrote in the seventh grade. I didn't know what to think of it so I thought I'd throw it to the masses. Devour at will! And leave comments!

What is a Monster? A Poem of Thought. 

What really is a monster?
What deserves the title of “monster”?
Is it something that kills ruthlessly?
We kill all the time without a 2nd thought,
Yet we never seem call ourselves a monster.
Is it something that we don’t understand?
Something that we’re afraid of?
Perhaps we are the monsters
For not taking the time to understand that which is a mystery to us.
Why is it that we automatically despise a monster?
Is it because they might be more powerful then us?
Because they might be higher up on the food chain?
Perhaps it’s because we remember the struggle our ancestors went through to survive.
Kill or be killed,
Isn’t that right?
Yet does anyone stop to think that maybe if we quit killing so much,
We might stop being killed so often?
Does anyone stop to think that maybe if we quit looking for flaws in the world around us,
We’d find peace and acceptance within ourselves?
After all who gave us the right to decide what is right and what is wrong?
And who gave us the right to decide who is or is not a monster?
Why is it that we think we have the right to judge
When it is precisely that judging that denies us the individuality we all seem to crave.
 So what really is a monster?
A fragment of our imagination?
Or is it fear itself?
If we all believe that monsters are the enemy
And that they are something to be feared and despised,
Then aren’t we just hating ourselves?
For isn’t a monster created from our own opinion?
From our own mind?
So if there’s really anything to fear,
Shouldn’t it be how easy it is for others to use your mind against you?
Or should the real fear be how easy it is to use your mind as a weapon against yourself..?

One last plea for comments: I am getting ready to apply for an art school for my last two years of high school. I'm just filling out applications, writing essays and getting recommendations together. After the application goes it I have to go to an interview/audition and while I might not be totally sure at the moment what that will entail, I'm quite positive that any comments would be extremely helpful towards my writing. Which is what I'm applying for... Thank you!