Sunday, February 14, 2010

My Room

The clean white walls
And the blue dotted patches
At some intervals,

The yellow-purple clock
Hanging down on an old nail
Blow the backpack,

The stone-marble
Holding out my TV for a long time
Without getting irritated,

The bed Stared annoying at
The incessantly tik-tak-tic talking clock,

And more,
The ceiling-fan
Added the extra music
To the rhythm of the clock
And the dust in the room
Danced in their tune

It's my room - a musical studio of annoyance!

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Poet Laureate - Defining the Title

Poet Laureate - Defining the Title

By Rakesh Ramubhai Patel

Poet Laureate is the formal title used in both the United States and Britain. This term "laureate" is derived from the Latin word "laurea" (laurel). In ancient times, the laurel wreath was sacred to Apollo, the Greek god of music and poetry. Let us see what the title means and who are holding this prestigious title.

Who Was the First Official British Laureate?
The poet laureate, in Britain, is named by the sovereign as a member of the royal family and is charged with the making of suitable verses for court and state occasions. It was Ben Jonson who obviously fulfilled this role in 1616 under James I. But the first official British poet to get this title was John Dryden in 1668.

The Longest Tenancy of the Title held by Tennyson:
Poets were appointed to the post for life till 1999, when Andrew Motion was offered a ten-year term. The longest occupancy, from 1850 to 1896, was held by Lord Alfred Tennyson. The U.S. Congress made the office of poet laureate as poetry consultant to the Library of Congress in 1985.

Women Laureates:
The poet laureate holds the title for one year. And during this period of time, he or she needs to give lecture and one public poetry reading. Robert Penn Warren, in February 1986, was named first for this title. Though all the British laureates have been men, Mona Van Duyn became the first woman to hold the office in 1992. Rita Dove was the first black writer in 1993.
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Saturday, January 16, 2010

What is Onomatopoeia? A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry

What is Onomatopoeia? A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry

This article throws light on the rhythm and sounds in poetry and will familiarize you with the examples onomatopoeia poems.Understanding the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poems

Poetry is remarkably differentiated from prose for its sound and rhythm. The application of onomatopoeia in poetry makes it more melodious and interesting. In this article, you will learn how onomatopoeia poems create significant effects!

What’s the Meaning of Onomatopoeia?

It is the Greek word “onomatopoeia” meaning ‘word-making’ that signifies the term. By way of representing the sound, it indicates the word for example, the sound “meow” represent the animal cat. When you pronounce the words like “buzz”, or “bang”, a particular object will come to you mind. In other words, through the representation of the sound, it suggests the object or the word.

What Are the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry that You Find in Literature?

In order to give the writing a poetic touch, the poets and writers often make use of onomatopoeia in their writings. Alfred Tennyson’s poem “Come Down, O Maid” (1847)  “Come Down, O Maid” (1847) gives us the feel of the effect of sound produced by the humming bees:

The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Robert Browning also makes use of some distasteful sounds, in “Meeting at Night”:

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
A tape at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match…

Words and Phrases in English Language that are Onomatopoeic:

In English languages you must have come across several words of expressions of this kind. Here are some of the onomatopoeic expressions in this language:

1. Words like “beep”, “hiccup”, “bang”, “splash” etc. are very common.

Phrases like “the cackling hen”, “the humming bee”, “the whizzing arrow” etc. are familiar to all.

Sounds of machine just like “vroom”, “beep-beep” etc.

Animal sounds such as “quack” for duck, “meow” for cat are very common.

Certain sound like the cuckoo, the whooping crane etc. remind us of birds.

These are some of the common expressions that you find in day-to-day life are certainly onomatopoeic words. One of the common words is word “zip” or “zipper” that signifies an object that we call fastener.

Thus, in a broader sense, you can say that onomatopoeia suggests or denotes through the sound. In creative writing, it is used to create an appealing effect on the reader and it is perfectly true with poetry. Its use in poetry and versification gives it melodious touch and therefore one can enjoy reading every types of poetry!
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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Walking Down...

Waling down the path of challenge
With letting go of useless baggage
Of whims and desires

Being as light as a little feather
Which can sway to the tune
Of Gentle breeze

And like ants, never fatigued by failures
Go ahead climbing the ups 'n downs
To reach the Light of bliss

Copyright © Rakesh Patel

Imtiaz Dharker Reading Poems

Imtiaz Dharkar


The skin cracks like a pod.
There never is enough water.

Imagine the drip of it,
the small splash, echo
in a tin mug,
the voice of a kindly god.

Sometimes, the sudden rush
of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
silver crashes to the ground
and the flow has found
a roar of tongues. From the huts,
a congregation : every man woman
child for streets around
butts in, with pots,
brass, copper, aluminium,
plastic buckets,
frantic hands,

and naked children
screaming in the liquid sun,
their highlights polished to perfection,
flashing light,
as the blessing sings
over their small bones.

They'll Say : 'She Must Be From Another Country'

When I can’t comprehend
why they’re burning books
or slashing paintings,
when they can’t bear to look
at god’s own nakedness,
when they ban the film
and gut the seats to stop the play
and I ask why
they just smile and say,
‘She must be
from another country.’

When I speak on the phone
and the vowel sounds are off
when the consonants are hard
and they should be soft,
they’ll catch on at once
they’ll pin it down
they’ll explain it right away
to their own satisfaction,
they’ll cluck their tongues
and say,
‘She must be
from another country.’

When my mouth goes up
instead of down,
when I wear a tablecloth
to go to town,
when they suspect I’m black
or hear I’m gay
they won’t be surprised,
they’ll purse their lips
and say,
‘She must be
from another country.’

When I eat up the olives
and spit out the pits
when I yawn at the opera
in the tragic bits
when I pee in the vineyard
as if it were Bombay,
flaunting my bare ass
covering my face
laughing through my hands
they’ll turn away,
shake their heads quite sadly,
‘She doesn’t know any better,’
they’ll say,
‘She must be
from another country.’

Maybe there is a country
where all of us live,
all of us freaks
who aren’t able to give
our loyalty to fat old fools,
the crooks and thugs
who wear the uniform
that gives them the right
to wave a flag,
puff out their chests,
put their feet on our necks,
and break their own rules.

But from where we are
it doesn’t look like a country,
it’s more like the cracks
that grow between borders
behind their backs.
That’s where I live.
And I’ll be happy to say,
‘I never learned your customs.
I don’t remember your language
or know your ways.
I must be
from another country.’

Mother Nature

The roof of the sky over my head,
Like caring hands of a father,
Shower grace all the time

The bed of grass under my feet,
Like warm lap of a mother,
Shower love on me…

“Where are they now?
Lost in the mist?”
I don’t know
I’m imprisoned in the four walls of my own house
Musing over my lost parents…

My heart sobbed, and a thrill of pain
Run though my cold blood,
I screamed and awoke
From the nightmare.

Thank God!
You showed me the future…a child without parents
A barren land and a colorless life.

Oh Mother Nature, I will serve you!

'Mother Nature' Copyright © Rakesh Patel

A Child

In innocent eyes of a child
There’s ebb and flow of surprise
At one moment,
There’s simplicity
And at the next,
There’s mystery unfathomable

If you slip into the eyes of a child
You’re lost
In the eternal world of bliss!

'A Child' Copyright © Rakesh Patel