poetry

A New Poetry Form – The Streetbeatina

A new poetic discovery!
I found a new form of poetry the other day, and this is something that always makes me happy! I like words, and doing interesting things with them in poetic ways. So I read about it, and I jumped at the chance to give it a go myself. below is the explanation of the form, followed by my own attempts I’ve written so far. I suspect I will write more of this type of poem.

I feel my second attempt is a superior poem over my first try, but don’t feel either of them are as good as the ones written by the poet who came up with this interesting poetry form.

This website post came to my attention recently, and I was intrigued about its possibilities. The Streetbeatina consists of eight lines, each line having eight syllables. What makes the form both rather challenging and unique is that the first syllable of the first line is repeated as the second syllable in the second line, the third syllable of the third line and so on. Although it is not necessary, if the poet wishes, the repeated syllable can be emphasized by printing it either in italics, bold, or a different color. The repetition of the sound of the syllable at precise intervals provides the poem with a natural beat , and musicality.

If you wish to know more about this, from the man who created it, go here, where I found about it.

My own poetic Streetbeatina poems

Leftovers or Gourmet?

by Carolyn Cordon

Stew for dinner, yesterday’s meal

Can you eat it again remade?

Flavours drew from meat now gone, but

A hungry crew, lines up for more –

Meat tasteless as shoe leather, though

Spiced and revived, made new – chef’s friends

Garlic, chili, flavours true, real,

choices expand, cooking talents grew!

Short and ? Who knows …

by Carolyn Cordon

Yay, it’s time, good things are coming,

hooray, it’s now! Goodbye bad times,

go! I say. We’ve suffered enough

done all we may, each muscle aches

our brains fried, frayed, splattered, scattered …

What’ll come next, I say, wary ….

More bad shit, then I’m not staying!

That’s not a life, beaten, betrayed …

It’s Your Turn Now

If you like writing poetry, and you like challenges, why not have a go at this poetic style, who knows what you may be able to write!

And please, write a comment and tell me what you think about this form of poetry!

domestic abuse

Falling Through the Cracks

This is Molly.

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Molly has no friends, and doesn’t want any, anyway. Molly doesn’t think anyone would ever want to be her friend, and she doesn’t care about that. At least, that’s what she tells herself, and she believes what she says.

If Molly had a friend, she thinks, she’s have to be nice to people, whether she wanted to or not, and smile. Molly watches people, the way they smile and hug, and she doesn’t want to do that.

But Molly has never had a hug from a friend who cared about her. Poor Molly … Molly can remember a loving hug, from someone, it was probably her nana, but her nana lives a long way away, and Molly isn’t even really sure where she lives, she’s forgotten. She knows her nana cares about her, but she also knows she has no hope of a happy life, because her nana told her that once, on the phone.

Molly isn’t even really sure what that ‘happy life’ would have been like, she just knows it’s different from her life, and it’s probably more like the lives of  the kids at school had.

Molly has tried to live a life, but has faced a instead, falling through all of the cracks there, every single possible crack. Molly isn’t anger at anything in particular, because there isn’t one thing to blame. She blames every single thing. Everything that cold go wrong has gone wrong. She has tripped over every possible stepping stone in life, missed every target.

Molly was never taught how to ‘get on’ in life. She has no real understanding of the concept of ‘life’ as such, but just that people can sometimes hurt here, and she never knows which ones will hurt her the most. So she keeps away from all people, as much as she possible can.

The task of socialisation of children is one that is taken on by parents & teachers. Well that’s the way it’s supposed to go, but sadly, for many children, there is no parent willing or able to take on that task, so the child suffers.

Without at least adequate socialisation, the child may fail to find out how to fit into society, and remain forever on the edges, never knowing what they’re doing wrong, or how to find out the proper ways to be, so society sees them as a problem, if they are even noticed by their society. They live on the edges, and hide themselves away if they can, always …

Molly is not stupid, but she is profoundly restricted in her abilities to find her way through the seeming maze that is the world she is trying to live in. Will Molly ever find clues and lessons that may lead her out of the maze that is her sad, sad life?

Molly was quiet in class, never said a word wrong, and barely ever said a word at all in class, or to the other students or teachers. She was the weird kid, that everyone ignored, and she seemed to like to be left alone anyway, so no-one worried, really.

Who can tell? We’ll just have to wait and see. If you ever come across anyone like Molly, maybe you may become the one person who cares enough, to help that person. Would you do that? Are you brave enough and do you care enough?

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