poetry

A Poetry Competition

One of my roles with the Adelaide Plains Poets is to be the competition secretary. I have carried out this role for as long as the group has been going. There has been a different theme for the competition every year, and this year, the theme is “Location”.

Winners of this competition will be announced during the Adelaide Plains Festival of Words 2019, at the end of July, when there will be a variety of different workshops and other words and writing related events. All interested persons are most welcome! The program of the Festival will be launched in May 2019, in Gawler.

 

These are the Competition Entry form and Guidelines:

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ADELAIDE PLAINS POETS Inc.      POETRY COMPETITION 2019      ‘LOCATION’

1st, 2nd & 3rd cash prizes, plus Highly Commended & Commended certificates as awarded by judge. Total prize pool over $700

ENTRY GUIDELINES

Work entered in this competition must be original, in English, unpublished and not have won a prize in any other competition. Authors retain copyright.

Theme ‘Location’ – Poems entered must in some way refer to the theme

Open Class – poets 18 years & older

Junior sections – Primary School student (one poem only), Secondary School student (one poem only)

To maintain anonymity, entrant’s name should appear on entry form only, not on poems. Entry forms are to include entrant’s name, address, phone number, titles of poems submitted.

Entries should be typed, on one side of paper only, one poem to a page

Poems to be no longer than 60 lines

Entry fees: Open class $10 for first poem, $5 for every poem entered thereafter

Junior classes – no entry fee, only one poem per student

Cheques/money orders to be made payable to Adelaide Plains Poets Inc

Or electronically using these details: BSB 105-009 Acc 105 954 340 (please give poet’s name with electronic payment)

Entries to: Competition Secretary, 1594 Germantown Rd REDBANKS South Australia 5502

Entries to be received by close of business  5 July 2019 – entries received after this date may not be considered for the competition.

Authors should retain a copy of their work

For further details contact: Competition secretary, Ms C Cordon

at 0418 806 490, kittycordo@gmail.com

or

http://carolyn-poeticpause.blogspot.com.au/

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ADELAIDE PLAINS POETS Inc. POETRY COMPETITION 2018 ‘LOCATION’

ENTRY FORM

Name……………………………………………………………..…..……………………Phone…………………………………

Address……………………………………………..………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Email……………………………..……………………..

 

Title of poem/s – ……………………………………………………..…………..………………….……

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(use back of page for additional entries)

Entrants’ names or other details must not appear on poems

Declaration by author: I agree to comply with the Entry Guidelines and declare that the written work submitted in my name is my own original work and has not been copied in part, or in full, from any other source.

Author’s signature………………………………………………date…………………………..……..…………

Date of birth (if entering a junior section) ……………………………….…………………………

Secondary School or Primary School – Circle to indicate which section, for Junior sections

Name of school (if entering junior section) ……………………………………..……………………………..    

Entry fees: Open class $10 for first poem, $5 for every poem entered thereafter

(OPEN CLASS ONLY – NO FEE FOR JUNIOR ENTRIES)

CLOSING DATE FOR ENTRIES – 5 July 2019

Cheques/money orders to be made payable to Adelaide Plains Poets Inc, and sent with entries to Competition Secretary, 1594 Germantown Rd REDBANKS South Australia 5502

Or electronically using these details: BSB 105-009 Acc 105 954 340

Authors should retain a copy of their work, entries will not be returned without provision of a stamped self-addressed envelope, and a written request.

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writing exercise

Finding Inspiration Right Where You Are

Whether you are sitting at home, at work, or out at a cafe or library, you will find inspiration and things to write about right there, where you are, no matter what. You have to hold on to attitude of wanting to write though, and have pen and paper (or electronic equivalent), so you will be ready when the words start coming.

I find coffee aids in my finding of inspiration, but it isn’t actually necessary, just nice. Having a comfortable place to sit is important, and as mentioned, something to write on and with. Whether you want to write a poem, a short story, an article, or something longer, you have to set your mind free, and just let the words come.

Getting some words written is the most important thing, when you are in the initial early stages of writing. You wake up your creativity, and you play with words! Getting it all neat and finished is the job of your internal editor, but we are a long way away from that stage.

Exercise One

  • Pick up a book, and turn to page 28. On that page, locate a noun, a verb, and write them down, then remember the first dog you ever knew in your life. Whether a pet, or some other dog, one on TV perhaps, write the name of that dog down too. We are going to write a flash fiction story in less than 150 words, using the three things you have written down.
  • In your story, that dog’s name is your character’s name. A story has a beginning, a middle and an end, but in flash fiction, the elements are stripped right back, and you get into the story Bang! straight away.
  • In my story, my character’s name is Lucky, the noun I’m using is forest, and the noun is sing. One, two, three, go:
  • Lucky trotted along for a few minutes, looking around, wondering, what would he find in the forest today? Then there was a sound, a high pitched Ahhhwoooo! Lucky couldn’t believe it, another dog, a howling dog, that sounded like it wanted a friend. Ahwooo? he called, and the other dog called Ahhhwwoooooooo! sounding like it was getting closer and closer as it howled.
    The dogs sang their howls at each other, to each other and then there they were, together. The howling stopped, and happy little yips of pleasure came from them both.
    Lonely dogs no more, both explored each other, sniffing, licking, reaching out paws, then they ran, and ran, and ran, leaping and running, running and leaping, yipping with pleasure.
    Lucky was finally not the only, lonely dog in the forest, he was the one of the two dogs in the forest, and they both had a friend now …

the end

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Wow, I had no idea what I was going to end up with there, but I quite like this little story,, a children’s story perhaps, maybe even a picture book! How did you go, did a story come out for you?

Exercise Two

  • For this second exercise, I expect a poem will arrive. It may be a fine poem, it may be the best ever written, it may be a load of not much at all,  but it will be a poem!
    So if you always say, I’m not a poet, but wish you could actually be able to call yourself one, read on!
  • Remember your childhood years, and write down the things you used to do that were fun. only a couple of things, will be enough, if you can remember lots of aspects of those things.
  • Use a new verse for every single ‘thing’ and put down as many emotions and senses in that you can remember, using a new line for each separate thought.
  • This is my list of ‘things’ I remembered when I did this exercise myself a few years ago:
    I remember riding my bike, with my best friend Wendy. One particular day, we rode from our homes in Klemzig all of the way to the Adelaide Zoo. We got in for free, using the zoo tickets my dad had, and spent ages sitting with the two dingoes that lived at the zoo. These dingoes, and male and a female, were very tame and loved being scratched behind their ears, just like any other dog likes. I was such a fun time, and we both felt almost blessed to have these dingoes feel so secure with us.
    Going to the Torrens River as a kid, with my brothers and their friends was always fun too, catching creatures and either keeping them or setting them free again. Yabbies were the main creature we didn’t release back to the wild, they came home with us, for dad to cook and eat.
  • Almost Dogs, and Yabbies for Dad
    Riding my bike with Wendy –
    best friend and I, off to the Zoo
    with Dad’s medallions, in for free,
    to see our zoo-time favourites
    the dingoes, a lovely tame pair
    blessing Wendy and me, they way
    those almost dogs loved ear scratches
    just like all dogs did!Down to the Torrens, our river
    almost every Christmas time day –
    my brothers and I, with their mates.
    Me, an almost accepted almost boy,
    & all having fun, in the water, and out –
    catching things, letting them go,
    but always bringing home for Dad
    the yabby “Catch of the Day”!
  • Can you see the way I stripped back lots of the initial words, cutting out what wasn’t needed to make the points I wanted to make about it all. I am happy with this new poem, and I’d love to know how you went with making a poem out of your own words.
  • Note also the casual way I bring the two stanzas of this poem together, through the mention of my Dad in them both.
  • This is a free verse poem, but with careful line endings, so that the important words gain prominence, by being first and last words in most lines.
  • Notice too that I don’t need to put in every single detail from the initial words written, only using what I felt I needed to make each stanza, and the poems as the whole, work.
poetry

My Most Political #poemadayfeb Poem

This poem came from the Facebook conversation that happened earlier today, combined with my own thoughts, (of course), triggered by today’s #poemadayfeb prompt of “Veil”. As I wrote this poem, I was remembering things seen on my television, and my thoughts and feelings at some of what I saw and heard. I’m not naming who the person is that prompted the ‘Lizard-tongue’ comment, but if you saw it on TV, you know who it refers to.

This is my most directly political poem, for this month of poetry, and I certainly don’t apologise for that. All of us must think on what is happening in our home, our community, our country, and our world, otherwise we will remain captive to those who would do us wrong, for their own benefit.

If this poem can help to open a few minds to the dangers of always simply ‘going with the flow’ even when the flow is headed to the sewer. Beware of what is being offered to you, but be open to honest offers too. There is much good in the world, some of it working quietly in the background, with self-less volunteers doing remarkable good things.

If you have a yen to do some good things in life too, look around, there is bound to be a volunteer group that would welcome you in to help them in their work. I gain much joy from all of the things I do with and for my various ‘communities’ and you can get the same, if you’re prepared to help out.

Here is my poem, feel free to leave a comment here, I’d love a discussion happening!

 

Unveil the truth

Strip back the veil, what will I see?

Purity exposed, humbling me?

Or ugly lies, with lizard-tongue poke

with sideways glance from a privileged bloke?

 

The truth is there, is it too well hidden,

from populace sheep, who do what is bidden

by Murdoch’s liars, tricking them all,

kicking down triers, keeping hopes small …

 

But we have minds, thoughts, ideals –

we give to strangers, prepare extra meals,

volunteers build strong community,

bring together like-minds, in friendly unity.

 

Hope is around, if you get out and look –

but if mainstream media was the news you took,

and never looked further, the lies would choke –

truth in media? With Murdoch, a sad joke.

 

But there are other sources, if want to know,

if you’re not sure where, give Twitter a go.

Choose your sources, from people you trust

and judge what they say, always a must.

 

Some people lie, have their own agenda,

don’t always believe them, just cos they ‘friend’ ya –

believe what they do, not what they say,

bad people may sneak up, fool you, betray …