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Poetry Book - 5. National Poetry Month 2018 - Week Two - In A Town Gone Down

Experimenting with a theme.

In A Town Gone Down

08

Sound Poem
Made from various words and phrases and the song lyrics Cafe On The Left Bank by Paul McCartney


Cafe On The Left Bank

Cafe on the left bank, a molten roundabout
Touching all the girls. The sun is going down
Tiny crows in trees around a TV shop
Watching all the girls make a speech

Dancing after midnight in a town I do not know
Continental breakfast and a nocturnal lane
English-speaking people and the windmill churns
Grinding far too loud for their ears

 

 

09

Surreal Poem
Based on freewriting

 

London Town Falling

Golden towers towering high
Walls of papier-mâché
Black teardrops all around
The walls are just facade

Purple haze and purple rain
Ghosts of windmills grind
Dancing in the molten town
All the blue whales whine

The crows keep watching from a tree
The leaves are lying on the ground
Brownish rustling as you leave
The defunct London town

The sun hangs low and teardrops fall
Into the molten underground
People grin, day after day
But no one hears a sound

Ancient lore and ancient time
Smiling at a whitish sheep
Watching girls and drinking wine
A black cat’s in the street

All the leaves are crushed and dead
London town is falling down
All the golden spires fall
Into the molten underground

Where are the people? Where’s the sheep?
We don’t know and we don’t care
Where are the crows that sat in trees
Watching people speak?

Dancing like a madman
The world keeps spinning round
Laughing like a madman
In a town that’s going down

Where’s the windmill? Where’s the lane?
Where am I? Am I still insane?
Where’s the town called London town?
I’m dancing in the fallout rain

Forever and ever and ever more
No one dares and no one cares
And no one knows
Anything anymore

 

 


10

Meter: Dactyl

 

Fallen the Spires

Fallen the glorious spires and
Molten the pavement of London Town
Doomed are the people and
Silenced the croaks of the crows

 

 

11

Cinquain


Molten
The pavement and
Fallen the golden spires
The croaks of the crows are silenced
For good?

 

 

12

Cinquain


Each time
The windmill grinds
At the sound of the world
At recollections of our life
Listen

 

 

13

Petit Récapitul Portatif
Based on random Wikipedia articles


March 31, 1978, London Town
For Carol Fair

London. Who named it Neutropolis -
The meaning of the name's uncertain -
Following the Infinite Crisis?

The Doomsday Book records that it was
A city integrated into
The Union Township, a shipping point

Areas of habitat remained
Designated place in the province
And a framework of Project Culture

Almost inaccessible Islands

 

 

14

Headline Poem
Words and lines taken from article Headlines


London Down

A bloody day in London Town
Drama underway in UK
Protesters demand justice over the deaths
Labour takes control of London town halls
And Victoria's Secret angels touched down in
London Town

The public is not so patriotic
Activist speaks to Obama in meeting
Still got love for London Town?

 

 

15

Cento
Based on song lyrics containing the words London Town


Broken Sound

London down, come gather round
The sound of breathing and crying hearts
Refugees of broken sound
A foggy day, it had me low

Then bells rang out in London Town
And London Bridge came tumbling down
Thank the Lord I’m here at last
I’ve since become a different man

For suddenly I saw you there
The waiter brought white wine and red
Revolutions holds us bound and
Silver rain was falling down

Dolores Esteban
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Another interesting exercise.  They are unique offerings and I quite like them all.  #9, 14, and 15 stood out to me.  

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Love all of these. They are exciting and different. I love your experiments, Dolores!  9 was so refreshing and 14 is interesting. I've been thinking about doing some found poetry, which i found to be hard work, but the results are so worth it.  Thanks again Dolores for sharing these wonderful pieces!

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These were fresh and new. Of course, I’m a sucker for cinquains, so thank you for those. I also enjoyed 15 very much. You connect to your theme adroitly. Wonderful additions to your collection. 

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21 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

Another interesting exercise.  They are unique offerings and I quite like them all.  #9, 14, and 15 stood out to me.  

 

Thank you, Valkyrie. :)

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15 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

These were fresh and new. Of course, I’m a sucker for cinquains, so thank you for those. I also enjoyed 15 very much. You connect to your theme adroitly. Wonderful additions to your collection. 

 

Thank you, Parker. :)

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20 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Love all of these. They are exciting and different. I love your experiments, Dolores!  9 was so refreshing and 14 is interesting. I've been thinking about doing some found poetry, which i found to be hard work, but the results are so worth it.  Thanks again Dolores for sharing these wonderful pieces!

 

Thank you  Mikiesboy.  I found that all forms of poem are often hard work. Formal poems teach me to focus. I like them a lot. Found poetry is different. While the results are often meaningless or just plain weird, the various techniques sometimes open the door to fresh thoughts. I recently collected lines from a google search to write a flarf poem. The added lines were weird, surreal, alien. They inspired an image, a scene in my head. I forgot about the poem and wrote the first draft of a science fiction story, 3000 words, instead. My theme for 

Week three is In A Surreal Town. The process of writing or 'finding' the poems is fun, but I fear only few will like the results. But I love the process of weirdness and fun. Thanks again for reading and commenting. :)

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These were a beautiful offering. The cinquains are lovely. I find it to be a really beautiful form.

April 9th was beautiful in flow and presentation.

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