Mesostics a discovery

You have all heard of an acrostic, but do you know what a mesostic is? A mesostic builds around a spine with the spine of the mesostic running down the middle of the poem rather than the front. The spine and the text chosen to find the mesostic do not need to be related but it is often good if they do.

To construct a mesostic identify your spine word or words

Find a source text

Use the first word in your text that has the spine letter in any position other than the first or ultimate letter.

If you want to you can use wings where more than one word is used to encapsulate the spine

An example is shown below using MBSPOET as the spine and one of my poems "Saturday Morning" as the text.

The original poem is:

In bed

With iPad
Looking through
Poetry
And
Vocabulary
Just for you.

What is it
About poetry
That captivates me?
The power of
Words to mesmerise

The mesostic looks like this

Captivates Me
             In Bed
    MesmeriSe in
                iPad
           LoOking through
           PoEtry
          capTivates

The mesostic changes the meaning but reveals a truth that I am mesmerised by my iPad and poetry.

Ciao
DK

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Possibilities

Every poem starts with possibilities
and then wends its undetermined way
through the nooklets of thought
The surreal possibilities narrow
until we reach the
ORANGES and SARDINES.

This poem was something related to a poem by Frank O'Hara titled, "Why I am not a Painter". O'Hara was from the New York school who were influenced by the surrealists.

His poem is below:

Why I Am Not a Painter


by Frank O'Hara


I am not a painter, I am a poet.

Why? I think I would rather be

a painter, but I am not. Well,



for instance, Mike Goldberg

is starting a painting. I drop in.

"Sit down and have a drink" he

says. I drink; we drink. I look

up. "You have SARDINES in it."

"Yes, it needed something there."

"Oh." I go and the days go by

and I drop in again. The painting

is going on, and I go, and the days

go by. I drop in. The painting is

finished. "Where's SARDINES?"

All that's left is just

letters, "It was too much," Mike says.



But me? One day I am thinking of

a color: orange. I write a line

about orange. Pretty soon it is a

whole page of words, not lines.

Then another page. There should be

so much more, not of orange, of

words, of how terrible orange is

and life. Days go by. It is even in

prose, I am a real poet. My poem

is finished and I haven't mentioned

orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call

it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery

I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.



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A Poem on the MBS Acronym

The acronym MBS in my blog name stands for Master of Business Studies. The poem below comes up with some alternatives:

Mad - madly in love with poetry
Bad - purveyor of trashy and terribly bad poems
Safe - because on average a bad poet earns as much as a good poet i.e. $0.00

Maudlin - the feeling when that poem just won't come
Blah - the feeling when it still won't come
Serendipity - the inspiration that falls from above to solve M&B above

Muse - she that comes but not when called
Bouyant - the feeling when she does arrive
Satisfaction - the feeling about the end product.

Ciao

Grant aka drkelp

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The Night Watch

Tears and worries
multiply through
the abyss of the night

But mornings rays
disperse the murk
and despair
and restores
the soul

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

influences

All around
In and out
Influences
Pervade

I, you. We,
They. all
Pump out ideas
Prejudices
Influences

Persuaders
Hidden
Open
Poisonous or
Benign

Why don't they
All shut up,
Go home
And leave me
In peace.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

ePoetry a new genre?

Now that poets can freely publish their work on the web are we looking at a new genre or approach to poetry?

Would Dickinson have been discovered if she had been able to publish herself on the Net? Or would she have been just as obscure, lost in the enormity of the web?

The great thing about the web is that there are no financial barriers to entry. I guess the purists would say that there is now no quality gateway but I suspect that view is elitist. It's not like there are legions of poets on the Net.

The immediacy of publication allows the raw edge of emotion to be explored. We can write and publish anywhere. I am on my teabreak writing this missive from my iPhone which I will publish shortly.

We can also explore multimedia and hypertextual poetry on the Net. This is an extension from the written page and allows for the development of what I would call visual poetry.

All in all I love cyberpoetry and the communities of poets that I collaborate with in the poetic e-Ther.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Amidst Friends

Quietly
I sit amidst
My books
Feeling great
Pleasure

The company
Of such great
Minds

Lifts my soul
And makes
Me think
Of other times
Peoples. Philosophies
Enjambed
Embedded
Within
My own very
Human
Experience

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Hey You - Poetry?

Poetry - I hated you at school
Poetry - only sissies like you
So how come
you have entwined me
with your
far reaching
tentacles?

Poetry - you are my mistress
Poetry - you can be a real bitch
Poetry - you'd better
watch yourself
or I will
tell all
of your
secrets

The Poetics of Change

As in life
So in poetry
Change creeps
In
Or jumps out of
Hiding and yells
Surprise

Whether our
Changes be
lingering
Or mayfly life
Short

Stanza by stanza
Line by line
Word by word
Poetry
Reshapes and defines
Makes meaning of
The changes
Behind us
Weaving them
Into a wrought
beauty.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

I and You are We

Between I and You
A Powerful Team
Is made

The Royal We
My friend
Is Us

And if you
Want to stretch
A point
For that is what
I and you
And we may do

Then the awesome
Famous
Infamous
They
Is us as well
In other eyes

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

BCP

Be Prepared
To continue
In the face of
Life's vagaries

The ups and downs
are smoothened
by a plan
for the unexpected

DK

At the End of the Day

At the end of the day
Go home and forget
Your work
its trials
troubles
and triumphs

Go home to the wife of
your youth
and enjoy
the company
of
familes
and friends

Life is just like Business

Life like a business
has a beginning
and an end.
Birth, growth
and senescence.

The same rules apply.
Be honest,
treasure others,
work together,
for the common good.

And remember that life is
a journey
and not a destination,
and business is a way
to do good
make a profit
but also to nurture the
human soul
the Invisible hand

The Team

The synergy of a team
works well
for one and all

Beware the primadonna
who saps
the energy and

sucks the life away from
success and joy
and team cohesion

A team is
worth much
more than
anyone of
its component parts

Go forth O team
and conquer all

The Board Meeting

Another Board Meeting.
Will it be a bored meeting?
Will we hit our pace,
Ask the right questions
and get to the point.



We did it
met
made decisions
and got away on time
Bravo

DK