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Only Rock ‘n’ Roll, But I Like It.


Over at dVerse on Tuesday nights, its open link night [OLN] and I read something there that I found stirred something within me. Victoria, posted a Sestina, a form of poetry I had never heard of. To me, its a remarkable piece of work. the form is so technical and strict in its purest form, only by understanding that form and reading the piece over and over did I appreciate just how good, for want of a better word, this Sestina truly was. Without knowing it, Victoria had thrown down the gaunlet and I took it up with something approaching gusto. I was determined I was going to write a Sestina of my own. Lets get one thing straight, this is my first attempt at a Sestina and I dont expect or want congratulating, or a pat on the back, I want critique, I want to know why the effort is poor, which it is in comparison to Victoria’s. What can I do to improve it and why. Are the repeated words well chosen, or would something else fit better? Tell me as it is, tell me straight, I am a big boy now, I can take it  in any form you care to throw at me.

As per usual, when I am struggling for a muse or inspiration, I turn to my first love, music. I took Let There be Rock by AC/DC,

Lyrics here

I sprinkled in a little Hazel O’ Connor, Eighth Day,

Lyrics here

I also added a dab of 10cc for the hell of it,

Lyrics here

So I had to find 6 words that form the repeat, this was my choice,

light
sound
guitar
drums
music
rock

I then copied the form from a website of how the Sestina should be constructed and that was so I was able to follow the word repeat structure properly. The syllable structure needed a lot of work and thought, that was possibly the hardest part. But anyway, this is the result of my efforts, in a constructional form, just how I wrote it yesterday.

1
A On the first day, man made laserbeam lights
B On the second day, man made divine sound
C On the third day, man made pulsating drums
D On the fourth day, man made shredding guitar
E On the fifth day, man made awesome music
F On the sixth day, he named this music rock

2
F Headbanging frenzy, it’s classical rock!
A Suspended animation, strobing lights,
E Horned fingers, salute powerful music
B The room becomes a cavern of wild sound,
D Axemen, thrash their delusive air guitar,
C Wild eyed chicks girate hips to pounding drums.

3
C The pace quickens, rhythm sticks hammer on drums,
F There’s more roll to accompany this rock!
D Fingers ambulate frets of piercing guitar,
A Shadowless figures absorb shimmering lights,
B Mouths form lyrics, devoid of word and sound,
E When did this become the devil’s music?

4
E Note the electric crowd, high on music,
C Mellow on rhythm, the pulse of tom tom drums,
B Doors imprison this boom box wall of sound
F No dreadlock holiday here, just hard rock,
A The band played on below their name in lights,
D Lead by a lunatic, playing guitar

5
D Picking his riffs, at one with his guitar,
E Jams and licks, the man lives for the music
A Stealing the limelight, shunning the street light,
C Thunderous bass backed by resonant drums
F The crowd roar their assent, they came to rock!
B A heaving mass, immersed deep in the sound.

6
B Suburbia won’t tolerate this sound,
D They shun the music man and his guitar,
F Stale pop pours from their radio, not rock,
E Rock n Roll ain’t no riddle, its music!
C But they don’t like the beat of jungle drums
A They are blind, for they haven’t seen the light.

7
AB You shall see the light, listen to the sound
CD Feel the drums, sense the magical guitar
EF This IS music, this IS what we call ROCK!

So there ya have it. Thats my first attempt at a very difficult form, in my opinion anyway. I really like the form and I hope this could be the first of many. I am not realy a form lover, I much prefer freestyle, but that was before I found a form I particularly enjoy.

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Blue Guitar


Over at dVerse today, Gay Reiser Cannon has introduced a form of poetry that is new to me. I like a challenge and am never one to turn away most of the time. The form is Framed Couplets. I have tried to stay within the boundaries as I understood them. Its a very difficult form to get to grips with, but I hope I have done it some justice with my effort.

 

old guitar stands alone all forlorn
cold strings once played hang twisted and torn
fret stained where nicotined fingers pressed
sweat streaked body of wood bruised and distressed
fame and fortune this instrument bought
acclaim,stardom, the spotlight, it sought

beguiled with blues, some say the devil
wild chords, riffs, its music we revel
wailing athems electrify sound
unveiling cadence, beats so profound
audacious notes consuming my soul
salacious rhythms, hypnotic control

it may appear a tale so bizarre
i say beware of that old guitar

So if you haven’t already, get on over to dVerse and have a go or read some of the offerings of other poets who have been brave enough to attempt it.


I am the Music!


I thought yesterday that I was devoid of ideas for another poem, its would appear I was wrong.

I slept poorly last night, was up at 4am throwing up and retching and never really went back to sleep. I just cleaned up, sipped some water and dozed. So today, imagine my surprise when a light went on inside my head and the semblance of an idea started to form. In some ways its a natural progression on something I wrote yesterday that included my love of music. So, why not something on that theme if possible?

I put on some music and just let myself drift, engrossed in the words, singing along in my mind and playing the guitar, drums and keyboards, that is the picture I saw as I just got lost in music and then the creative thought kicked in and I made a start on another poem.

I think that some day, I might return to some of my poems and change them. I am never quite satisfied with the end product, but I am a bit of a perfectionist. If a job is worth doing, its worth doing well is my mantra. I try to live by that whenever possible. However, as per usual, I digress, I shall not bore you, the reader, with more explanations of hows and whys, I shall just leave you to read and hopefully enjoy my latest offering in word form.

I am the Music!

Music is inside of me, lifting me higher and higher,
Under its wings, she carries me over seas and volcanoes of fire,
Singing melodies and harmonies, caressing, soothing,
Increasing volume, the sound is consuming,
Coursing through my veins, increasing my desire.

Music fills my soul, devours my being, I am dreaming,
Undulating sounds, notes from the sweet flute bring meaning,
Sliding guitars, soulful voices, brimming with emotion,
Inventing the rhythm, setting the beat in slow motion,
Climbing, climbing, to the edge of reasoning.

Music absorbs me and shrouds me from harm, from danger,
Under stars and moons, it circles me like a gosamer ranger,
Sounds, rich in resonance, full of desires, burning bright,
Inhibitions left behind, floating in the dark of a night,
Cares cast adrift, woes aside, this music is no stranger.

Music is everywhere,in the darkest corner,in the brightest star,
Undying in its love, quenching the thirst, taking me over,
Songs of travels and journies, away, away, take me away,
Indebted always to your soft touch, the richness of your bouquet,
Crossing galaxies, universes, exploding the supernova.

Music? I am the music, I am the conductor of orchestras and strings,
Unified in sound, played upon the instruments of princes and kings,
Sip the wine of gods, listen, hark, to heavens choir,
Imbue voices of angels, sung with aplomb,looking to inspire,
Cry with joy, rejoice in the song, the contentment music brings.