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I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2"  : "Cornish Sonnet: "The Mockingbird"" Today's poem has been created in response to the weekly challenge from
According to Tinker  , writing on the website, Poetry Magnum Opus, "The Cornish Sonnet is said by an internet source to be influenced by Arab traders to the Cornish coast . This verse form appears to be a merging of Arabic meter and the sonnet. Exactly when and how this came about I have yet to pin down. Early Cornish verse is fragmented and stingy at best. The earliest literature in the Cornish language were fragments of religious plays. The language became all but extinct by the 18th century but what was preserved demonstrates some verse in octaves using 7 syllable loose trochaic lines and alternating rhyme. Unlike verse from other Celtic origins, deliberate use of alliteration or other devices of "harmony of sound" are not present. This sonnet form doesn't fit with these early findings so I can only assume that it arrived on the scene much later than originally presumed. The elements of the Cornish Sonnet are: 1. lyrical meditation. 2. a quatorzain, 2 sestets made up of linked enclosed tercets, followed by a refrain which is the repeat of the first line of each sestet. 3. metered at the discretion of the poet, lines should be similar length. 4. rhymed Abacbc Dedfef AD The first line of each sestet are repeated in refrain in the last couplet. 5. variable. The sonnet can be written with an alternate rhyme scheme abacbC dedfeF CF In this scenario the last line of each sestet is repeated in refrain in the last couplet." https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1057-cornish-sonnet/ My subject, the mockingbird, was unusually active, today, whereas he is typically ensconced, singing to his heart's content. Mockingbirds are wondrous singers, but when they are active, it's consistently wise to give them a wide berth, since they are intensely territorial. I think one mockingbird considers my property to be his territory. I've seen him chase an intruding male mockingbird away with tireless efforts. However, thankfully, the mockingbird he was with, today, in gentility, appears to be his bride. She found a stick for their nest. He was close by, dutifully as her guard.     |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "New Hearted" Eternal Salvation is always my greatest Hope. Ezekiel 36:26-27 prompted this poem, but it includes John 3:3-7 as well. "26 A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you, and I will take away the stony heart out of your body, and I will give you an heart of flesh. 27 And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments and do them." (Ezekiel 36:26-27, Geneva Bible 1599) --------------------------------------------------------------------- "3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily verily I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. 4 Nicodemus said unto him, How can a man be born which is old? can he enter into his mother’s womb again, and be born? 5 Jesus answered, Verily, verily I say unto thee, except that a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. 6 That which is born of the flesh, is flesh: and that that is born of the Spirit, is spirit. 7 Marvel not that I said to thee, Ye must be born again." (John 3:3-7, Geneva Bible 1599) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Be blessed as you read it. |
The other day I was thinking about this, and tonight I'm really in need of a good laugh to soften the pain of the event at the veterinarian's office, yesterday. Besides, it should fit with DRSmith  's second threadpost. It is quite logical to assume, that there will be no players of GoT, who live on tropical islands. After all, there's a famous saying, but I don't know, who said it, "People, who live in grass houses should not stow thrones." I hate to preclude participation in this way, but, apparently, that saying is a Spoonerized version of another famous saying. Maybe you know it.  |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Bruhni" To all of my WDC friends: I haven't been very uplifting recently because I'm processing a lot of grief. Today, is more of the same. We had to put down our dear dog, Bruhni, who had gone down in the past couple of months, due to many physical issues, including her lungs. Thank you to all, who understand my need to process. Poetry has been my go-to. Bruhni, our Australian Shepherd, would have been 14 at the end of next month. Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Cup of Coffee" Today's poem has been created from the weekly challenge of
Persona is the subject of this poem. Have you ever had a cup of coffee talk with you, Lilith of House Martell  ? If not, then this is what one might say. Persona is imagining how someone or something else could express their thoughts. It is an excellent exercise in "putting oneself in another's shoes." I hope you enjoy it. Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "When the Day Fades" Grief is hard to process, but as from the first poem, poetry has consistently been my best counselor. Yesterday, I heard about the passing of a dear college friend. Joyce was more than a platonic friend. She was the first person I asked to marry me, and she accepted. However, after a short engagement, we realized, that we were too young, and wisely broke off that commitment. We were still friends in college, but eventually, we met and married other people. We graduated. She moved back to the midwest and my bride and I moved to Florida. Over the years we lost touch, partially out of respect for the other spouses and lives we had chosen. We were each blessed with children in these two new homes. Obviously, we would not have it any other way. God's will is best. Joyce was about five weeks younger than me. So, today not only am I grieving her loss, but I am, also, contemplating my own mortality. It's important to give into the sadness, and to feel what I am feeling. Joyce is a believer in Jesus Christ as I am. We share the Blessed Hope of the resurrection, and eternal life with Jesus forever. I would not change the lives we have lived these past 38 years, but neither would I trade those amazing days we shared together in college in the early 1980s. May your lives be blessed as well. Blessings, Everyone! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Creative Impasse" Have you ever had a project, that works well with one material, but with another material, it just won't go? A few weeks back, I completed a crocheting project with smooth, large, bright yellow thread, and that pot-scrubber is now being used for its intended purpose. I have tried to make a second one with a thread, that has little threads coming off of the main thread in multiple directions. I can't see the knots I'm trying to make and as a result, I can't seem to go anywhere with this second project. Maybe I'll be able to finish the project at some point, but I think my creative skills have something in common with my eating skills. I can eat ketchup on my french fries, but eating a fresh tomato is a real challenge for me because there is something about the texture of the inside of the tomato, that makes me cringe. I, also, feel like I'm eating trees when someone puts broccoli on my plate, but if we could do something with broccolli, like they rice the cauliflower, then I think I could eat it better. Please, tell me I'm not the only one with "blind spots," like these. I don't want to eat badly, and I want to be able to make all kinds of creative things, but my brain seems to have an impasse about certain things. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Blessings, Everyone! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Fan" The days are starting to get quite hot, where I live. If I do much writing, under the carport this summer I will need assistance from this rather powerful fan. It's not quite industrial-sized, but the force of the breeze, even on the lowest setting is rather significant. That is a true blessing. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Patina: "Life"" Today's poem has been created in response to the weekly challenge from
According to Dave  , "The Patina is a three line stanza form invented by Pat Nelson at Writing.com. The structure is based on words rather than syllables or metric feet. Line 1 has two words: an adjective and a noun. Line 2 has three words: two adjectives and a noun, expanding impression of line 1 with alliteration ( https://literarydevices.net/alliteration/ ). Line 3 has four words concluding/clarifying the impression" This has been an enjoyable exercise in writing a newer (for me) form of poetry. I hope you enjoy reading it. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Some Thoughts" Sometimes life seems like a holding pattern in heavy traffic. Nothing's really wrong, but I'm not getting where I would like to go as fast as I would like to get there. That's when Experience reminds us, "A slow pace is not no pace. Slow-cooked meals are usually the most flavorful." God is in control. He's in no hurry. He never has to be in a hurry. No one will ever step one foot outside of His Sovereignty. Enjoy His Plan. He knows how to take care of His own, and He will do just that. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Threads, That Bind" If we have been regenerated, (John 3:3) we are able to see The Kingdom of The Lord. Once given this sight in the New Birth, our ability to see parallels between His giftings of our skills in this life, and the future life we will enjoy with him forever is plethora. The act of knitting threads together in art projects, like friendship knots, embroidery, and crocheting can be seen to mirror the knitting together of hearts among believers in Jesus Christ. The growing of plants in the garden can be seen as lessons in wisdom, regarding the rearing of children, and the hope of growing forever in The Lord's Presence. Painting on canvases shows that these impressions are to life what Life is, no doubt, compared to Eternity. May The Lord give us "eyes to see and ears to hear." (Matthew 13:16, KJV) |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Ever Hopeful Blest" Some days life seems uneventful, long, and "same ol' same ol'." There can be rest in the routine. There can, also, be challenges when the sameness turns gray. Sometimes it's a matter of focusing on the very next sip of coffee, along with the sweetness of a cruller, and the gentleness of instrumental music. I doubt, that this life is exactly what we had hoped it would be when we were children, but the Gift of Salvation in Jesus Christ causes us to hope in The Future, that is better than we could ever imagine. (John 3:16; John 6:37,44; John 14:6; Romans 10:9-10,13; Philippians 2:13) What we deserve is unimaginably bad. What He has prepared for those, who rest by His Power in Jesus, Who is The Way is unspeakably blessed. Because of Him we are Ever Hopeful Blest. |
I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Whitney: "Sunset"" Today's challenge from
According to Dave , "Devised by Betty Ann Whitney, the Whitney is simply seven lines of 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, and 7 syllables." I hope you enjoy this poem. Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Humor Is Mystifying" To be funny in a relatively universal way is one of the hardest things I've ever tried to do. Humor must avoid the landmines of poor taste, regarding cultural mores, which have unique differences around the world. Humor in one social group can be offensive in another group. The constructs of humor can differ from culture to culture. Some groups are drawn to awkwardness in social settings as being funny. Other groups find puns to be hilarious. (That's my group.) In high school, I had to endure the barb, "Ten thousand comedians are out of work, and you're trying to be funny." I have either been classified as foolish with regard to my humor or stiff and humorless when I try not to be funny. I guess humor is like the game of golf. Staying on par means "Three or four attempts to reach the goal." A .330 average in baseball means, that you strike out two out of three times at the plate. I laugh a lot when I'm by myself. At least, I know what I think is funny. |
| I told a joke, yesterday, and I retold it today, but nobody gets it without explanation. Let me retell it here to see if somebody can get it, especially those "from across the pond." Hint, I think a British vocabulary helps. Forgive me, if my assumption is wrong, but by now I'm "grasping at straws." Question: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Answer: "Because it had poor people skills." If it needs to be explained, I will do so later, before I give up my career as a humorist, forever.  Jay O'Toole |
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