Poetry at the Delaware Library! #poetry #group #writing #workshop

Poetry at the Delaware County District Library returns this Thursday on Winter Street in Delaware, OH! See us at 7 PM.

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The World Famous Haikube Post

Two weeks ago at IndieVengence Day book signing in Frisco, Texas I asked some of the most talented poets I know to help me write haiku with blocks known as Haikubes. These blocks have words and phrases to arrange into 5-7-5 syllables. I was very grateful for their hard-work and support.

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Haikube by Mary Ann Moody

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Haikube by Ben Ditmars

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Haikube by John M. Moody

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Haikube by Susie Clevenger and Ben Ditmars

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Haikube by Clay Giles

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Haikube by Terri Malek and Ben Ditmars

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Haikube with James William Peercy

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Haikube by Melissa Miller Zaro

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Haikube by Amber Jerome Norrgard

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Rotten Leaves

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss crazy revenge stories and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Agnew Pickens, Pilar Edler, and Ben Ditmars.

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rotten leaves decaying on the ground
better than tomatoes
in the summer
the worms that turn rejoice
in the musky smell
they leave behind for spring’s return
feeding my loins…
with rich nutrients storage
the air once hot and heavy
now frosted
preserving the promise
that our love
will return.

And Now a Poetic Interview with Pilar Edler!

Pilar Edler is a new poet who has been writing a long time. I helped her set up her website recently and have thoroughly enjoyed reading it. She has an honest gift for sharing her heart. It is my pleasure to introduce her today.

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I was born in San Pedro Sula, but grew up in La Ceiba, Honduras-Central America. Studied at the Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Honduras-UNAH- at the Faculty of Medicine. I’m currently living in Ohio, but would prefer warmer weather…

Can you tell us a little about yourself?
I’m a mother of three wonderful children. I have been with my husband Brad for 22 years. I’m a social worker who loves helping people.

I’m a romantic at heart, love art in whatever medium that it comes. When I write, I like connecting my heart with my soul… some of what I write is true, but other times I’m bending it a little… I like to leave things to the imagination of whomever reads my work, someday. For right now it been read only by my children and a few friends. I have lived dreaming of being published someday, but I’m a little timid when it comes to that, people assume lots of things and some assumptions can be bad for my relationships. Lol.

I’m a very friendly, loving, and caring person which can sometimes get me in lots of trouble. I can too be very ornery at times (chuckles).

When did you start writing poetry?
When I was about 10 or 12 years old, I wrote over 100 poems, lost most of them with my move to the United States… left things behind and family disposed of it without knowing what they were destroying.

Do you have a favorite poet/poem?
Umm, not really…there are several that I like depending of what I’m applying them to…that I can relay with…I don’t know if you know what I mean.

But one of my favorites is “Cultivo una rosa blanca” “I cultivate a white rose” by José Martí.

Does music inspire you? What kind?
Oh my God, does music inspires me? Definitely, I enjoy music so much… and dancing! I have never done any kind of drugs, but I can tell you…music keeps me high (from what I can experience that would be being high, lol). I like all kind of music, enjoy all genres, but specially reggae… I’m from the Caribbean and grew up dancing reggae and Punta (Stylistic origins‎: ‎West African, and Kalinago (Carib) music‎.

Cultural origins‎: ‎Late 18th century Garifuna music in Honduras, Guatemala, Belize). I also enjoy classical music… I have a collection of really old records of Mozart, Beethoven, and Schubert to mention a few… my old record player is something I couldn’t part with.

Do you write on the computer or in a notebook?
I write on both, I carry a small notebook with me to jog thoughts and keep one next to my bed. Sometimes, I will be trying to go to sleep and my mind is reeling with thoughts…then, I write. I do must of my writing at night, when is silent and I can only hear my thoughts in my head or can read them to myself. Also, I suffer from insomnia, so I fill my “downtime” by writing 😊

If you could write a poem anywhere, where would it be?
Sitting on white, soft sand at the perfect time for a sunset. I love the ocean! Something I really miss living in Ohio.

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What do you enjoy most about writing poetry?
I can freely express myself; my thoughts, my desires, my dreams, my anger, disappointments, etc.

If you could hang out with any poet, who would it be?
Tyler Knott Gregson

If you could physically fight a fellow poet, from any point in time, who would they be?
Nuñez de Arce. Though I’m sure he would win, but not before I put some hurt on him

Have you read or performed poetry live at slams or open mic?
No, I have been invited and I have gone to listen, but never had the valor to participate.

Why does nothing rhyme with orange?
I have no idea, never thought about it until I read your question 🙂

Do you post your poetry online?
Yes, I have in the past on Facebook and Twitter. Then, had the pleasure to talk to you about WordPress… something I forever will thank you for.

Do you put your writing into pictures to share on Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram or Facebook?
I do have a terrible time with it because my poems tend to be long and I cannot fit them, but learnt a few tricks thanks to a little bird that told me how to use only part of my poems into the pictures. 😉

What is the most difficult poetry to write? Are there any forms you dislike?
Unfortunately, I can’t stand to be limited on words. Haiku, does not work for me… I admire people that can do it with easy. I don’t like to rhyme things either… if it happens is by pure luck.

Do you believe anyone can learn to write poetry? Do you think anyone can enjoy reading it?
I think anybody could if they have an easy way to express themselves and even if they don’t, that would be the way for them to do it. I don’t think everyone can enjoy reading it, until they get to “understand” it or how to relay with it. Poems can mean different things to different people.

Where do vanishing objects go? Remember to phrase your answer in the form of a riddle.
Now you see me, now you don’t. With a flick of your finger I’m either seen or I’m not.
Darkness vanished me, but all you have to do is reach to touch me or turn a light on me and unseen I’ll be no more.

What project(s) are you currently working on, poetry or otherwise?
Working on one, or maybe two, poetry books to possibly be finish on time to be published by Christmas time or early next year. Also trying to finish a series of poems and short stories titled “When we meet series”. At the same time, I’m trying to edit a series of photos I have taken and finish a few paintings that I’ll like to be used with my poems on those books

Would you like to share a poem with us today?

“Roof Top” – Pilar Edler

I hear the train whistling not too far away,
the motor of an ac working hard to keep the air cold,
the crickets in the night, a dog whining.
While the moon shines bright, I’m wishing a wish,
I’m hoping for a shooting star.
Roof tops were made for shelter, and so it’s become mine.
Here is where I come to think of you, of life with you, without you,
of death…in between, and beyond.
This roof top is my shelter out in the world,
my world…today at 3 am.
The moon is so bright…
it is a blue moon they say, but it is not.
It’s a light so pure and so strong, its beauty consumes me;
a perpetual matter of calming assurance that everything will be all right.
My love, after I have fallen asleep, after I have let it go…the moon you know,
will still light the world, but my world…it will forever remain blue. My soul then numb.
I came out to see a shooting star, seen none…
there is no hope in my roof top shelter as sunrises come.

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Bio

I was born in San Pedro Sula, but grew up in La Ceiba, Honduras-Central America.

Studied at the Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Honduras-UNAH- at the Faculty of Medicine.

I’m currently living in Ohio, but would prefer warmer weather… cannot stand the cold!

I’m a Ohio State alumni holding a BSSW. I have not been published, yet. I am working on a series of books to be hopefully ready by the end of the year. I enjoy writing, painting, and inventing a sort of things to use my creativity on. I’m a tomboy, always been…love working with tools of all sorts. Love taking things apart and putting them back together, though I hate following directions. Lol.

One of my best past-times is listening to music. My T.V. will hardly ever be on when I’m home by myself because I rather listen to music.

I enjoy photography way too much… I run out of memory space in all my devices because the amount of pictures I take and edit.

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Find more about Pilar Edler:

On her blog: pilaredler.wordpress.com

On Twitter: twitter.com/Mili66Pili

The Joy of Writing: Sonnets

It is my firm belief that anyone can write poetry. It is not an art reserved for the learned or the few. Much like painting it can be taught. I want to walk you through a process today much like Bob Ross did in his series, Joy of Painting. We will have colors on our palette much the same comprising nouns, verbs, and adjectives. Follow along, express yourself, and above all, have fun.

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It’s a terrific day and I’m glad you’re here to write. Remember, we can all be poets and express ourselves. Because that’s what it’s really about: expressing ourselves. Just stay confident and stay writing.

Today we’re going to try writing a sonnet. Sonnets usually have three verses and a turn or volta at the end. They often have iambic pentameter as well, but we won’t be bothering with that today. What we are creating is something I came up with called a rhyming free-verse sonnet. It keeps the basic rhyme structure of an English sonnet but the meter remains free-verse. If it feels intimidating, don’t worry; I’ll walk you through it. There are four stanzas, and we will treat them as four short poems. So, grab your pencil and some paper. It’s time to sonnet.

Please check out my other tutorials on writing love poems and haiku.

Verse 1

First off, we have some basic nouns:

a. pain, b. hand, c. hair, d. eyes
a. strain, b. gland, c. stare, d. thighs

Did you notice the lines marked a, b, c, d? Each corresponds to a different rhyme we will use later.

Now, that you’ve got those, let’s consider what we might do to these nouns by looking at verbs:

a. feign, b. expand, c. scare, d. cry
a. rain, b. planned, c. blare, d. sigh

And finally, I’d like you to imagine how you will describe these nouns and verbs with adjectives. There are fewer adjectives needed so we will not need to pair them.

Sane, bland, fare, dry

It’s time to start writing! Write out four basic nouns from the first list.

a. pain, b. hand, c. hair, d. eyes
a. strain, b. gland, c. stare, d. thighs

Eyes
Hands
Thighs
Hair

Next you’ll want to pair the nouns with rhyming verbs. I’ll give examples but you can put them anyway you like.  Just make sure the first and third line rhyme (as well as the second and third). Think: a b a b.

If you need help rhyming you can always pair an a b c d

a. feign, b. expand, c. scare, d. cry
a. rain, b. planned, c. blare, d. sigh

a. Eyes feign,
d. Hands cry
a. Thighs strain,
d. Hair sighs.

Remember our adjectives? We haven’t forgotten about them. Take them from the list and pair them up:

sane, bland, fare, dry.

Dry eyes feign
As hands cry
Thighs sprain,
Hair is dry.

Feeling confident? There’s one more step. Change and rearrange verse in any way you see fit. Every line doesn’t necessarily need an adjective.

Eyes strain hands,
Feign, scare, cry
The pain expands,
Your hair is dry.

And that’s the first verse! Only three more to go. Feel free to take a break whenever necessary.

Verse 2

Now that we have the basics down, we can move to verse two. Verse two is identical in structure to verse one. We just choose different nouns, verbs, and adjectives to continue our poem. Once more, we have our basic nouns (with rhymes):

a. bed, b. wave, c. trust, d. nook
a. thread, b. cave, c. lust, d. hook

Let’s consider what we will do to these nouns by looking at verbs:

a. bled, b. save, c. thrust, d. shook
a. spread, b. crave, c. rust, d. look

And finally, I’d like you to imagine how you will describe these with adjectives:

Lead, shaved, robust, unhooked

Start by typing out some basic nouns from the first list.

a. bed, b. wave, c. trust, d. nook
a. thread, b. cave, c. lust, d. hook

Bed
Waves
Lust
Hook

Next you’ll want to pair the nouns with rhyming verbs. I’ll give examples but you can put them anyway you like.  Just make sure the first and third line rhyme (as well as the second and third). Think a b a b.

If you need help rhyming you can always pair an a b c d

a. bled, b. save, c. thrust, d. shook
a. spread, b. crave, c. rust, d. look

d. Bed shook,
c. Waves thrust
d. By the look
c. Of lust.

Remember our adjectives? Take them from the list and pair them up:

lead, shaved, robust, unhooked.

Bed shook
Waves thrust
By the robust look
Of lust.

You’ve written the second verse! Congratulations. Let’s look at our progress so far by seeing the first verses together.

Eyes strain hands,
Feign, scare, cry
The pain expands,
Your hair is dry.

Bed shook
Waves thrust
By the robust look
Of lust.

Verse 3

Verse three is again identical in structure to the previous. We just choose different nouns, verbs, and adjectives to continue our poem. We have our basic nouns:

a. ghost, b. steel, c. chill, d. sound
a. coast, b. wheel, c. still, d. ground

Now, that you’ve got those, let’s consider what we might do to these nouns by looking at rhyming verbs. Notice the first set is an off-rhyme. It is something different from the norm if you would like to try it.

a. lost, b. feel, c. fill, d. surround
a. cost, b. steal, c. distill, d. compound

And finally, I’d like you to imagine how you will describe these with adjectives:

Tossed, ideal, downhill, drowned

Start by typing out some basic nouns from the first list.

a. ghost, b. steel, c. chill, d. sound
a. coast, b. wheel, c. still, d. ground

Coast
Steel
Still
Sound

Next you’ll want to pair the nouns with rhyming verbs. I’ll give examples but you can put them anyway you like. Just make sure the first and third line rhyme (as well as the second and third). Think a b a b.

a. lost, b. feel, c. fill, d. surround
a. cost, b. steal, c. distill, d. compound

c. The still
b. Surrounds steel
c. as sound distills
b. The coast feels

We haven’t forgotten about adjectives. Take them from the list and pair them up:

engrossed, ideal, downhill, drowned.

The downhill still
Surrounds steel
As sound distills
The drowned coast feels

Only one more verse to go. Let’s check what we’ve written.

Eyes strain hands,
Feign, scare, cry
The pain expands,
Your hair is dry.

Bed shook
Waves thrust
By the robust look
Of lust.

The downhill still
Surrounds steel
As sound distills
The drowned coast feels

Verse 4

Now that we have the basics down, we can move to the final verse. Verse four is identical in structure to verse three, except for having two lines and a volta.

Remember what we said about a turn or volta? Consider the energy from the previous stanza. Mine involved drowning but yours may have turned out very different. To contrast the idea of drowning, I will use nouns and verbs which involve swimming. Feel free to substitute your own.

Once more, we have our basic nouns:

a. rim, b. water, c. breast
a. limb, b. daughter, c. dressed

Now, that you’ve got those, let’s consider what we might do to these nouns by looking at rhyming verbs:

a. skim, b. slaughter, c. rest
a. swim, b. totter, c. jest

We still need our adjectives:

Dim, hotter, pressed

Start by typing out two basic nouns from the first list.

a. rim, b. water, c. breast
a. limb, b. daughter, c. dressed

Breasts
Water

Next you’ll want to pair the nouns with rhyming verbs. I’ll give examples but you can put them anyway you like. Just make sure the first and second line rhyme. Think a a.

a. skim, b. slaughter, c. rest
a. swim, b. totter, c. jest

a. Breasts swim
a. Water skims

Remember our adjectives? We haven’t forgotten about them. Take them from the list and pair them up:

dim, hotter, pressed

Breasts swim,
Pressed hot while water skims.

Now we can put all of our verses together:

Eyes strain hands,
Feign, scare, cry
The pain expands,
Your hair is dry.

Bed shook
Waves thrust
By the robust look
Of lust.

The downhill still
Surrounds steel
As sound distills
The drowned coast feels

Breasts swim,
Pressed hot while water skims.

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And that’s all there is to it. You are officially a sonnet writer.

Remember to believe in your abilities and let me know how it turned out. Please share your poems in the comment section or on your own blogs with a tag back.

Until next time: stay confident and stay writing!

Branded Lullaby

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting five of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Brock Gates, Brittany LarsonAgnew Pickens, Shari Wise, and Ben Ditmars.

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Branded and retching a slime in my eyes
No reason to this doubts and lies stumped
I’d put a patch on both eyes
if they weren’t already black
misused, misplaced, and out of tune
I hope I can get out of this rut soon
Insidious clues over the hills pointed on high
hot air balloons flood the sky with colors
and as I stagger into the
morning light, I’ll hear the
cricket’s lullaby.