Blog #11: Group Ode

Ode

Ode to Dissonant Chords (A short composite)

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For the beauty of the interlacing,

Dissonant and blissful calls of the wild-

Each tune for subtle ears an embracing.

Grasping the hands of both old and kind child.

Whimpering voice of how you chill the world-

Singing sonnets of both home and exiled.

Grasping the oaken woods of the old gnarled,

Kissing the broken waves of the new tears,

Holding each suckling sweet babe up curled,

Riveting up each maidens wind filled hair,  

Embodying the core of  crying men-

Even the joy can be heard in despair.

The dreadful calling of your holy sin,

Can be withheld in a winterfell wren.  

The part of this ode may be small but as I worked alone I am very proud of this portion that could become a beautiful full ode. I might actually work on this on my own and turn it into a full fledged piece. I have never been a fan of odes, though with this project it has become- if not a passionate but- a friendly relationship between myself and Ode formatted poetry. Though only limited amounts of the population may understand the reasoning I hope the virtuoso individuals understand my meaning and the non-musical individuals appreciate the words and rhythms chosen.

Blog #10: “Pop Villanelle”

Pop Villanelle
Nay Sir, Nay

Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
Questions and answers, left barren, no care,
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.

Gentle hands and gentle tongues laced with glue,
Sickly words blossoming within my hair.
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.

My innocence upon your gaze did flew,
You do not hear my blessing prayers, do you?
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.

Names kins and skin for thee to never view,
You and me will never make a loved pair.
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.

You are not called to wait within a queue,
Step away now or you will be hit square.
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.

Arrogant charm in hope for me to screw,
But even stars know I won’t hold your heir-
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.


Adapted from “No” Meghan Trainor

Blog #9: “Pop Sonnets”

Original Song

"NØ"

I think it's so cute and I think it's so sweet
How you let your friends encourage you to try and talk to me
But let me stop you there, oh, before you speak
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

First you gonna say
You ain't runnin' game,
Thinkin' I'm believing every word
Call me beautiful,
So original,
Telling me I'm not like other girls

I was in my zone
Before you came along,
Now I'm thinking maybe you should go
Blah, blah, blah,
I be like "Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

All my ladies, listen up
If that boy ain't giving up
Lick your lips and swing your hips
Girl, all you gotta say is...

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

Thank you in advance,
I don't wanna dance (nope)
I don't need your hands all over me
If I want a man,
Then I'mma get a man
But it's never my priority

I was in my zone,
Before you came along,
Don't want you to take this personal
Blah, blah, blah,
I be like "Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

All my ladies, listen up
If that boy ain't giving up
Lick your lips and swing your hips
Girl, all you gotta say is...

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling
("Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No")

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling
("Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No")

All my ladies, listen up
If that boy ain't giving up
Lick your lips and swing your hips
Girl, all you gotta say is...

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

My name is "No"
My sign is "No"
My number is "No"
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No"

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable
I'm feeling
"Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No", "No"

English Sonnet

Nay sir Nay

With thou hands you cradle me with passion;
Pondering that of questions and answers.
Telling thee of how I look a dashing,
Calling forth and flirting with advancers.

Sick, ghastly hands upon my rosy flesh,
Whispering of sweetest kiss in my hair;
Moving towards thou virginity to thresh,
Your burly eyes, ravenous as the bear.

Done with the star signs held above fates head.
Thous lusting words crawl up the women's skirts.
Farewell, write the promises of bed wed.
My name to thee no sugary desserts-

-With a single mighty disdainful blow,
Proclaiming thee, a god-forsaken “No”.

Petrarchan Sonnet

Nay

Away with thee, thee defiled swine,
Thou may lust for the God to pleasure you
With my eyes and body, stars for thous view
No matter how thee ask, I decline.
For your hands and heart will never be mine-
I say and cry Nay sir Nay! You ugly shrew.
Rodent that prays to touch the stars of glue
No name, nay number, never fated sign.
Bathing in lusting baths over women,
Of sick carrion vulture thoughts grappling.
With your desire I leave no answer-
Of private layer be non of strippen.
You will not seed in me your lost sapling-
Speaking with thee, drives to call a pastor.  

Blog #8: Paradox of Poison Party

Darkly Gothic Poem
Below is the poem I performed for my small group as well as for the class. Ironically dark in this humorous setting, it contrasts very much to how people would have reacted to it at an actual public poetry slam.

Dark Love 
It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow, 
wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one
stirs. 

Mist shrouds her brooding form, 
an impatient desire.

Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the 
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I smile vaguely. 

These poems, short and sweet are very dark and sad in their text though in the context of the party, it was seeming as a joke, I wonder how the classroom will affect our interpretation of other poems later. But I was glad to perform my forte even though it was not an original composition. I am still proud of this sad piece of work.

Gothic Outfit

There is something innocently blissful in wearing all black to school, vintage corset dress, fish-net tights, lace veil, black gloves, leather boots- the whole mile topped off with black lipstick. It was fun and elegant and odd to wear clothing like this to a party. Though having the entire class behind me and each other with other Gothic styles was great. Hope to dress up in the mood and tone more within this unit and year.

"Poisoned" Dessert
Below (in the picture) it can be seen that I made a couple batches of Blightful Brownies. Within the brownies there were peanut butter instead of egg to make it smoother (as was super noted to not harm anyone with allergies- don't want any real poison here), as well as accenting it with extra chocolate chunks. Though don't be deceived these sweet treats will "Make your face shrivel" as they had cups of secretly disguised raisins mixed in, though sweet, they can be pretty nasty when you don;t expect them. Topped off with homemade blood icing and candy bones this is a really trickful treat.