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Archive – November 20080 commentsFlocks of Seagulls and The Purple Slurpies
Posted Nov-07-08 08:20:17 PST Updated Nov-07-08 17:43:00 PST

When this poem floated to the surface of my mind.
I started writing. It’s not at all like I usually write about the beach or the Gulf. I wondered about that. Normally I write from the perspective of the vast nature of the ocean. How there are no edges. Alone. Yet most of my memories of the beach are communal not solitary. Of family. Moms and dads, cousins and aunts, and friends and their families.

This little poem I think will be one of my favorites. It’s simple and fun. Like going to the beach with kids. “Sandy feet” and “Sunburnt cheeks”. Uncomplicated. I like this home. I’m going to add to it but for now this is the “seed kernel” for the poem.

Mom’s Beach
Ann 7 November,2008

Sunburnt cheeks.
Sandy feet and sandy bottoms
Mighty fortress made of sand
Flocks of seagulls
All around us
Purple sunscreen
Quartz white sand

Originally, I wanted the seagulls to actually be children swarming around the grown ups when it is time to eat. They would “fly” in to gobble up their sandwiches and juice. Then they would “fly” off again to the other parts of the beach to play. I just couldn’t come up with a way to talk about hot dogs or my best friends moms salami and mustard sandwiches. Or Purple Slurpies. Maybe I’ll try to write something else and leave this poem be.

Let’s see what I can do with the words “Purple Slurpies” which is a very cold, color of purple only found in kid’s stuff and food labs, probably not good for you but who cares, icey drink. Like the kind you get from the quick marts as you’re walking to the beach in most any small town along the Gulf Coast.

Before the hurricanes.

The Purple Slurpies and Barney The Dinosaur Tunes.

Ann 7 November, 2008

Purple Slurpies.

Purple jellies.

Purple sunscreen.

Purple lips.

Purple beach towel.

Purple swimsuit.

Purple smoochies?

Oh this kid.

Oh and good morning.

Why I like poetry and know how to spell the word “cacophony”.

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Posted Nov-06-08 00:13:54 PST Updated Nov-06-08 15:50:51 PST

Why I Like Poetry And Know How To Spell The Word “cacophony”

by Ann 5 November, 2008

The words.

Even the dark angry ones.

Are music.

A storm out in the Gulf.

They swirl around me like the wind.

They wet me like the rain.

I’m soaked to the bone with the thought of it.

I dance to the music wild.

Thunders loud in my ears.

I vibrate.

The air alive.

Howling.

I dance in the middle of all this sound.

Thrill to it.

Free.

One day I will be drawn up into the vortex– this cacophony of life

And be delivered into the heavens.

Home

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CACOPHONY (cack-AH-fuh-nee or cack-AW-fuh-nee)

Discordant sounds in the jarring juxtaposition of harsh letters or syllables which are grating to the ear, usually inadvertent, but sometimes deliberately used in poetry for effect.
so okay I might could have used the word

EUPHONY (YOO-fuh-nee)

Harmony or beauty of sound which provides a pleasing effect to the ear, usually sought-for in poetry for effect. It is achieved not only by the selection of individual word-sounds, but also by their arrangement in the repetition, proximity, and flow of sound patterns.
But ya’ know

No one said a person couldn’t thrill to “cacophonic” sound. Nor does the vortext need to be “euphonic” inorder to “…draw one up into the heavens.”

As a matter of fact, since I was describing their music? I don’t think even the Wicked Tinkers would object to their music, sometimes, being called “cacophonic”.

o*~*o

Well maybe not this example,

The Wicked Tinkers with Craig Ferguson

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Posted Nov-05-08 15:06:40 PST Updated Nov-07-08 13:13:36 PST

Why I Like Poetry And Know How To Spell The Word “cacophony”

by Ann 5 November, 2008

The words.

Even the dark angry ones.

Are like music.

Like a storm on the beach.

They swirl around me like the wind.

They wet me like the rain.

I’m soaked to the bone with the imagery.

I dance to the music wild.

Thunder loud in my ears.

Roaring like a freight train.

I vibrate.

Howling.

I stand in the middle of all this and thrill to it.

One day I will be drawn up into the vortex– this cacophony of life

And be delivered into the heavens.

———————-

When I wrote the above poem I used the word

CACOPHONY (cack-AH-fuh-nee or cack-AW-fuh-nee)

Discordant sounds in the jarring juxtaposition of harsh letters or syllables which are grating to the ear, usually inadvertent, but sometimes deliberately used in poetry for effect.
Sidelight: Sound devices are important to poetry. To create sounds appropriate to the content, the poet may sometimes prefer to achieve a cacophonous effect instead of the more commonly sought-for euphony. The use of words with the consonants b, k and p, to cite one example, produce harsher sounds than the soft f and v or the liquid l, m and n.

What I should have used was the word EUPHONY (YOO-fuh-nee)
Harmony or beauty of sound which provides a pleasing effect to the ear, usually sought-for in poetry for effect. It is achieved not only by the selection of individual word-sounds, but also by their arrangement in the repetition, proximity, and flow of sound patterns.
Sidelight: The consonants considered most pleasing in sound are l, m, n, r, v, and w. The harsher consonants in euphonious texts become less jarring when in the proximity of softer sounds. Vowel sounds are generally more euphonious than the consonants, so a line with a higher ratio of vowel sounds will produce a more agreeable effect; also, the long vowels in words like moon and fate are more melodious than the short vowels in cat and bed. But the most important measure of euphonic strategies is their appropriateness to the subject.

The words.

Even the dark angry ones.

Are like music.

Like a storm on the beach.

They swirl around me like the wind.

They wet me like the rain.

I’m soaked to the bone with the imagery.

I dance to the music wild.

Thunder loud in my ears.

Roaring like a freight train.

I vibrate.

Howling.

I stand in the middle of all this and thrill to it.

One day I will be drawn up into the vortex– this euphony of life

And be delivered into the heavens.

On second thought? I like the word “cacophony” better. No one said a person couldn’t thrill to “cacophonic” sound. Nor does the vortext need to be “euphonic” inorder to “…draw one up into the heavens.”

As a matter of fact, since I was describing their music? I don’t think even the Wicked Tinkers would object to their music, sometimes, being called “cacophonic”.

*~*

The Wicked Tinkers with Craig Ferguson

I thought about the poem a bit more.

Why I Like Poetry And Know How To Spell The Word “cacophony”

by Ann 5 November, 2008

The words.

Even the dark angry ones.

Are like music.

Like a storm on the beach.

They swirl around me like the wind.

They wet me like the rain.

I’m soaked to the bone with the imagery.

I dance to the music wild.

Thunder loud in my ears.

Roaring tornados in a snow storm.

I vibrate.

Alive.

Howling.

I dance in the middle of all this sound.

Thrill to it.

Free.

One day I will be drawn up into the vortex– from this cacophony of life

And be delivered into the heavens.

Home

Home not house

“Person who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Who loves all of me.” not spouse

I used to say “husband not spouse” but I changed it.

It’s the love and acceptance that counts.

Happy Holidays!

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0 commentsHappy election day.
Posted Nov-03-08 20:28:18 PST Updated Nov-04-08 19:10:20 PSTI have to get a good night’s sleep and will be busy tomorrow so I’ll post this now.

No matter who you support in this election I hope that you will vote.

Ann
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0 commentsT’was the day before elections and all through the house…
Posted Nov-02-08 21:46:31 PST Updated Nov-03-08 13:25:59 PSTthis ebayer is singing?

I beeeleeeeeve in miracles. I do…

Actually I believe in miracles because I have seen them happen.

Hmm A rhyme.

I don’t really have one here today.

So what is “12 dogs”?

“12 dogs” is my blog here at ebay. Mine no matter the “storms of the world”. A virtual place “to be” here on the internet.

NB:

With the exception of two people (one I’ve met here on eBay), folks who I call my friends know my real name because I have told them. And I like them. I call them friends. They know the difference between who I am and what I write. We try to be nice on this blog. Try not to discriminate. I like to hear what folks have to say. I try to be fair. I love writers. As a matter of fact, one of the two people I mentioned above is a writer. But if you’re here on the internet trying to “play people”? Trying to fool us at “12 dogs”? Please don’t do it here and then call me your friend. Don’t do like one poster here did. Don’t tell me you have a crap reality and then tell me months later that you don’t. Unless you say you are in character up front? Go do your imaginary life somewhere else. Heck if you’re up front about it, I’ll be glad to chat with your “alterego”. I’ll do it in character. I love the creative and I’m a nice person. BUT. If you tell me for real that your dad has cancer or your mom is out of it or your sibbling is a mess? I’m going to be worried for you. I’ll be worried because the very real WB’s brother died of cancer this year. It was terrible people. Just sad. Between the two of us the, once again, very real WB and I have seen very real sick folks who have died very real deaths. We’re okay but it wasn’t easy. We try very hard to give you a compasionate ear because of it. And we give you the benefit of the doubt even if your story sounds a bit much. Figure you’ve got a reason. But if you are just here to try and “play us”? Don’t. If you are doing it for some TLC and some sympathy just say so.

You don’t have to make stuff up.

And you aren’t anyones friend here if you do.

What I’m trying to say is this:

I don’t participate in the BS on the blogs.

I’ve never kicked anyone off my blog.

Yet.

But I could make an exception.

And yes I am a good writer and I do have a good heart.

I’m not the problem.

I’m happy and grateful that you are reading my blog Gentle Reader.

Okay then. First stop?

No matter where you go?
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