We can't wait
in every district, every state
paper, pen get it done
voting rights for everyone
#democracy
Okay, twitter decided to increase the limit on the number of characters, but just in case they go back to the old standard, this little ditty - at only 101 character including spaces and hastag - this would still work.
Proving 1: increasing the number of words was silly, as longer ideas could be linked to anyway.
2: important ideas can be expressed in very little words. Hell, you could cut the first two lines and be down to 58 characters.
And of course there's the idea that started this poem: the idea that voting rights should be universal, and beyond reproach. Just like having more women in politics, it appears we also need more people supporting voting rights in key locations. So remember, democracy is not a spectator sport, so we should all do what we can, so we can all have a voice. :)
Have a great week
A.J. Ponder
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
The Power of Poetry - At The Edge
I cannot tell you about the way
words writhe,
only let you feel
their power
to deceive
to comfort
to take the path
you shouldn't want
to take
I cannot tell you about the way
words fall,
only let you see
the ground
far below
and still
you jump,
we all do -
or we cower at the edge
and fall
anyway
I cannot tell you what to do,
but the only way
to stop falling
is to fight -
until you hit the ground
A.J. Ponder
okay, this poem was begun quite some time ago, but like many poems lacked the middle and the end, which came to me at last, and so I've finally managed to finish a poem I began over a month ago now.
It possibly helps that At the Edge, the collection I'm in, has just been released. And the title just fit perfectly into the poem. At the Edge is edited by Lee Murray and Dan Rabarts and contains my short story BlindSight, which I believe is well worth a read and was described as eloquent (or near enough) in this review www.mariannedepierres.com/review-at-the-edge-by-dan-rabarts-and-lee-murray-eds
So why not pick up a copy at Rona Gallery? All things going well, I'll release an extract next week, so watch out for it! :)
Have fun,
A.J.
words writhe,
only let you feel
their power
to deceive
to comfort
to take the path
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to take
I cannot tell you about the way
words fall,
only let you see
the ground
far below
and still
you jump,
we all do -
or we cower at the edge
and fall
anyway
I cannot tell you what to do,
but the only way
to stop falling
is to fight -
until you hit the ground
A.J. Ponder
okay, this poem was begun quite some time ago, but like many poems lacked the middle and the end, which came to me at last, and so I've finally managed to finish a poem I began over a month ago now.
It possibly helps that At the Edge, the collection I'm in, has just been released. And the title just fit perfectly into the poem. At the Edge is edited by Lee Murray and Dan Rabarts and contains my short story BlindSight, which I believe is well worth a read and was described as eloquent (or near enough) in this review www.mariannedepierres.com/review-at-the-edge-by-dan-rabarts-and-lee-murray-eds
So why not pick up a copy at Rona Gallery? All things going well, I'll release an extract next week, so watch out for it! :)
Have fun,
A.J.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Pants on Fire
So
You think you know
the toothiness,
the truthiness of that
fact.
Chew it over
spit it out
Just watch
those words
Some are more fiery
than others
Watching political debates in my house often involves much eye-rolling at the shocking mis-statements of the candidates. So it's nice to know that there's a website dedicated to sifting fact from fiction, truths from untruths. There's no more need for "truthiness" (thanks Stephen Colbert) if you visit http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/
Of course if you want some fun you can go straight to the "pants on fire" page, or check out your least liked American politicians ;)
I'm not so sure why we're so fascinated by the American election, we're on the other side of the world, but then I don't know why we all like hot sauce... ;)
Have a great week,
A.J. Ponder
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Surf Security
Red circled exclamation marks
Proclaim to all
The unsafe nature of this text
Seeing fit to warn you
Of its revealing nature
After all
Poetry is for the mad,
The troubled,
The ghosts who lock themselves within galleons adrift
Never straying into in sight of
The breathy sea of swimming beaches
Choosing instead to listen to the
echo
Of reality booming
And the shrill cry of seagulls
So now you must choose
To fly far to distant lands
Far, far away from this uncertain brig
Where I lie
My breath thrown
higgledy-piggledy around me
In uncertain
indecency
or turn your wings to the distant lands
to whence lies the unknown
the unknowable
the distant shore-
Alicia Ponder
An exciting weekend because I was lucky enough to have my poem, "The Trouble with Time Machines" published in "Eye to the Telescope," . Check out in particular "Rapunzel," by Mary Victoria but there are also some great poems by people like Helen Rickerby (first up), Janis Freeguard, Peter Friend my oft partner in crime, and the surprising Joe Dolce, (better known for songs such as "Shaddup you Face" than his poetry). Edited by the redoubtable Tim Jones its well worth a look - because as Tim says, 'Whether you love poetry, you love SF, fantasy, and horror, or you just want to find out what on earth speculative poetry is, there is something for you in "Eye To The Telescope 2".'
Also received my contributors copy of Challenge magazine, with "Survival" co written with Peter Friend. Of course it's not Frankie, as my kids are quick to point out. Thanks guys - but the magazine is absolutely awesome and I'm so proud to have been a part of it. :) I even bought some extra copies from Australia because I knew it would be popular and I'm already running out! They're mine. All mine.
A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Arty Bees, The Children's Bookshop and good New Zealand bookstores
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
A Sonnet to the Muse
Shall I compare thee, or shall I just write
Oh my demon, summer died as you drove
A plague of words
As black and dark as night
Through my heart and through my head. Words you wove -
Yes you did - with a tongue so slick and sweet
My world held neither shadows nor delight
Nought but bloody threads
Spilling your own neat
Hell upon darkened pages of my life
But my torment is not your tapestry of text
Nor ink-smudged tears dried long upon my face
Tis but the fear that
You will set me free -
So let dead summers sink without a trace
Let words plague every corner, every part
My demon stitch the small world of my heart.
Much as I adore simplicity, there is no way I could compete with Helen's poem, Truths, so I thought why not go to the other extreme! Everyone should have a go at writing a sonnet, with the reversal et al. at some stage of their life. One could say this sonnet is a little more textured than a traditional sonnet, but only a little, and it was great fun to write.
A..J. Ponder
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