Tag: creativity

Writing Magic Nines

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Writing a poem that’s Magic Nine 

Does not take a sleight of hand

One might think the skill divine 

Another tool in your poetic work shed

It’s not like walking a fine line

Quite liberating, a fun exercise

This poetic form is mighty fine

The finished product will be quite grand

If done well enough the readers will be kind.

-AAA 11/07/2024

A Poets Work is Never Done

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Consonants, syllables, words, and beat

These are the color pallets of a poet

There are no shortcuts or way to cheat

Ask any one of us, as we all know it

–

Usually one line comes to mind

As we create something new

Each poem, one of a kind

As our processes are tried and true

–

Counting syllables with one hand

Per the rules of a poetry type

Only a poet understands

The efforts involved as they write

–

Often when the writing is done

One stanza must be erased

This is part of our editing fun

As our poems form, post haste

–

Quatrains, haikus, raikus, and quadrilles

A myriad of forms for the poet to choose

Using our creativity to climb those hills

So that our readers will be amused

–

Then at last we’re finally through

All the words are down and complete

There’s nothing really left to do

Except go to WordPress and publish the latest suite.

-aaa

Originally Published 05/08/2024

Terza Rima Friday Night 

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It’s Friday Night

After a crazy week

All is in sight.

–

As I try not to freak

It’s all under control

As long as I don’t speak.

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Digging myself out of this hole

Is never very easy

Trying my best to go with the flow.

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Sometimes my words are cheesy

Other times they have their charm

Be it tranquil or somewhat breezy.

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Never want to cause alarm

Or even a scare

I haven’t checked out of the farm

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I know you would care

Because you’ve shown it

And that you’re aware.

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That I’ve grown from it

And I’ve matured too

I can silently sit.

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Contemplate a memory or two

My life has been so long

I don’t always know what to do.

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So I put on a favorite song

As music soothes my troubled mind

And I play it all day and night long.

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Always gets me out of a bind

Or a writer’s block case 

Often words, I’ll suddenly find.

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Right in front of my face

Obvious and my choice 

It’s a shock I ever misplaced.

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I’ve definitely found my voice

Using words instead of screams

Now I truly can rejoice.

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Relaxing as it seems

Until the next challenges arise

Using all within my means.

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It’s no surprise

To live in an ideal

As I now surmise.

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Laying back after a meal

Dabbling in my poetry

Writing tercets by feel…

-AAA 09/27/2024

QUOTES:

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Wave of Creativity by Susan Card

“A tidal wave of creativity has struck.

Grab your board and ride it without fear.

Stay on top of it and you will never fall.

Or get dragged down by violent eddies and undertows”

-aaa

Job Well Done

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A task is assigned 

So you get to work 

Everything entwined

As challenges lurk.

–

Ideas flow out 

Of your busy mind

They are all about

To become refined.

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So you jot them down 

Organizing thoughts

As you go to town 

Creatively wrought.

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Don’t mince any words

Your mind takes over 

Nothing looks absurd

Don’t run for cover.

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All comes together

Faster than it seems

Light as a feather 

Almost like your dreams.

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Then the finish line 

Is within your sight

It’s all going fine

Dark tunnels, yield light.

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No need to meddle

Or shuffle your feet

Tap the brake pedal

The project’s complete…

-AAA 08/20/2024

Inspiration 

Anthony3 Comments

Spark pop, electricity, boom!!!! 

Smoke and a flash and voila!

There it is, a lightbulb an idea a concept.

Something unique different wild crazy original.

Make people think more importantly, feel.

Try and evoke memories of pain or happiness.

Or be cute, funny, and creative.

Be passionate and powerful 

The genius of new and exciting things, starts with you…

-AAA 08/10/2024

Writers Bloque

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Originally Published 04/26/2024

Don’t worry the words will come

Keep writing them all down

Using all fingers and thumbs

This isn’t your first go around.

🤯

Exercises and brainstorms

Still, they do not come

Stretching your brain clear it of worms

You’re still brilliant, not dumb.

🤯

Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose

Lonely and sad and without content

The right thoughts are just under your nose

Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.

🤯

The hours get later and later

And still, nothing arrives

Your frustration leaves a deeper crater

But your perseverance survives.

🤯

Now a mere trickle

Things start to come together

The block and mental pickle

Hopefully gone forever.

🤯

Your work is nearly complete

You never thought it would arrive

Writers block is never discreet

As some works, never survive.

🤯

The end at last, the time is now

You’re written work is finished

And You make a silent vow

Thank God your talent has not diminished…

-aaa

Genesis of Creativity

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Rhyme me a word

Neat, not absurd

Ones, never heard

Glorious work.

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Using a form

Maybe not norm

Never conform

I never shirk.

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Make something new

Much fun to do

Writing from truth

Ideas work.

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Create magic

It’s not tragic

Style not static

It is my quirk.

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All good tings end

Like this, my friend

My will can’t bend

As new thoughts lurk…

-AAA 08/06/2024

The Last Concert

Anthony2 Comments

Originally Published 04/28/2024

It’s spring 1990 and time for the last concert of my senior year at my alma mater. Thoughts forward and back flooded my mind as my final concert in highschool was about to happen. It was going to be a surreal concert as all others prior for my this year were as I opted out of the orchestras. Having 7 classes a day for 3 years and spending much of that time trying to manage and assist the drumline was tiring on me. So for these concerts I was strictly an usher and stagehand where needed.

—-

Things are well in hand, the audience is all seated and all stages are set for the elementary and high school bands, I grab a seat in the front row ready to enjoy this final concert as a spectator. Or so I thought.

—-

As I steady myself in my seat, the band director beckons me over. I sprint over figuring something from the band room was needed which I’d grab post haste. I was handed a folder full of music. The band director explains the snare drummer for the symphonic band was a no show and that I need to site read the concert. He laughed and said “let’s have some fun Anthony, we’re on in five, take a look at the music, the first piece should interest you”.

—-

I gasped and thought for a moment took a deep breath and made my plan. I’d grab my sticks asap and spend as much time as I can with the music. I sprint to the band room and grab my smallest nylon tips sticks and then back to the gym with the folder under my sleeve. I grab a chair and practice though the first piece noticing at it’s start “solo”. I analyzed it and each subsequent piece noticing the patterns in the notes and the dynamic shifts. The pieces were straightforward and I was ready which was just in time as the concert is about to begin.

—-

I grab my music and sticks and make my way on stage to the snare drum joining the Symphonic orchestra. The band tunes and I double check my instrument, tightening the snares and the muffle to the sound and feel I like. I face forward at the band director with my music and stand just to the right at lowest eye level.

—-

The band director turns around and introduces the band to the audience to nice applause. I feel and hear my heartbeat a little. This is going to be something to remember. I take a quick glance at my solo to come as the band director turns around and looks square at me a s smiles. He raises his baton and I raise my sticks then the downbeat and my solo. I gently rat-a-tatted my part as the drum responded to everything my hands did. In all honesty It was pretty rudimentary but I tried as always to make it sound good. I guess the way I played it sounded different than the band was used to as they all turned around and looked at me which made me very uncomfortable. I carefully read ahead and played the part flawlessly (thank goodness). We finish the piece and I let out a soft sign of relief. Then the next piece sad next piece my confidence growing from the first to the last.

—-

After completing the concert the band director patted me on the back and said “Wasn’t that fun Anthony” I responded with “I guess?” as I gathered myself and he laughed again.

—-

I thought to myself as I headed home later how crazy my last concert really was. I’d never have do that again l, well, until a couple of years later in college. I’d white-knuckle my concerts with the jazz band and chamber singers in where I’d learn the parts to their portion of it the night of the performance…

-aaa

Poets

Anthony6 Comments

P ersons

O f immense creative

E motionally charged, writings

T rue to themselves and their ideas

S standing strong, often all by themselves…

-AAA 07/11/2024

Fireworks

Anthony6 Comments

F reedom

I ndependence

R esponsibility

E very one

W e are free to express ourselves

O utside the lines, we color

R eward in exchanging ideas and philosophy

K icking conventional in the pants

S avoring our ideas in snd outside our art.

-AAA 07/03/2024

Loving Creativity

Anthony2 Comments

Sing me a song

Dance me a dance

You can’t go wrong

If you take a chance.

–

Write me a sonnet

Or maybe a haiku

Creativity your bonnet

In everything you do.

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Play me a concerto

Hold me at bay

Create a libretto

In all that you say.

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Let me appreciate

Your talents and all

For everything you create

I further fall.

-aaa

teoP A

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Originally Published 04/06/2024

Written works, what for?

The world’s in love with your lore.

Could you ask for more?

–

Now just pass the test.

Books, sonnets, and the rest.

Then you’ll be the best.

–

With limericks and rhyme.

My pentameters are fine.

Lyrics are sweet wine.

–

My words really flow.

The very best friends I know.

I just need control.

–

Haikus and Raikus.

With syllables that I choose.

Sharing all my views.

–

Some stanzas align.

In simple or crazy time.

Free verse is a crime.

–

Ideas a flood.

These renderings my life’s blood.

None of them a dud.

–

My words with feeling.

Make poems more appealing.

My mind, free-wheeling.

–

Don’t know where each goes.

I the author barely knows.

In creative throws.

–

This writing must end.

Freeing us both my friend.

For our lives to tend.

-aaa

Poetic Alchemy

Anthony1 Comment

I’m trying to write new poems

And new poetic forms

I’m trying to write my usual gems

While breaking all the norms.

–

I like the challenge it brings

And the way it pushes my mind

Writing about all sorts of things

No two are the same kind.

–

Stretching as I try

To contort to all the rules

Feeling my brain fry

As I utilize my tools.

–

I never know what I will write

Until I reach the very end

With styles, I am an alchemist tonight

As I feel my creativity bend…

-aaa

A Quadrille?

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Forty-four words isn’t a lot

I must use all the talent that I’ve got

–

To get my point across

So my audience is not at a loss

–

I count the words as I write

Doing my best to be contrite

–

So, here goes nothing…

-aaa

A Poets Work is Never Done

Anthony16 Comments

Consonants, syllables, words, and beat

These are the color pallets of a poet

There are no shortcuts or way to cheat

Ask any one of us, as we all know it

–

Usually one line comes to mind

As we create something new

Each poem, one of a kind

As our processes are tried and true

–

Counting syllables with one hand

Per the rules of a poetry type

Only a poet understands

The efforts involved as they write

–

Often when the writing is done

One stanza must be erased

This is part of our editing fun

As our poems form, post haste

–

Quatrains, haikus, raikus, and quadrilles

A myriad of forms for the poet to choose

Using our creativity to climb those hills

So that our readers will be amused

–

Then at last we’re finally through

All the words are down and complete

There’s nothing really left to do

Except go to WordPress and publish the latest suite.

-aaa

The Last Concert

Anthony10 Comments

It’s spring 1990 and time for the last concert of my senior year at my alma mater. Thoughts forward and back flooded my mind as my final concert in highschool was about to happen. It was going to be a surreal concert as all others prior for my this year were as I opted out of the orchestras. Having 7 classes a day for 3 years and spending much of that time trying to manage and assist the drumline was tiring on me. So for these concerts I was strictly an usher and stagehand where needed.

—-

Things are well in hand, the audience is all seated and all stages are set for the elementary and high school bands, I grab a seat in the front row ready to enjoy this final concert as a spectator. Or so I thought.

—-

As I steady myself in my seat, the band director beckons me over. I sprint over figuring something from the band room was needed which I’d grab post haste. I was handed a folder full of music. The band director explains the snare drummer for the symphonic band was a no show and that I need to site read the concert. He laughed and said “let’s have some fun Anthony, we’re on in five, take a look at the music, the first piece should interest you”.

—-

I gasped and thought for a moment took a deep breath and made my plan. I’d grab my sticks asap and spend as much time as I can with the music. I sprint to the band room and grab my smallest nylon tips sticks and then back to the gym with the folder under my sleeve. I grab a chair and practice though the first piece noticing at it’s start “solo”. I analyzed it and each subsequent piece noticing the patterns in the notes and the dynamic shifts. The pieces were straightforward and I was ready which was just in time as the concert is about to begin.

—-

I grab my music and sticks and make my way on stage to the snare drum joining the Symphonic orchestra. The band tunes and I double check my instrument, tightening the snares and the muffle to the sound and feel I like. I face forward at the band director with my music and stand just to the right at lowest eye level.

—-

The band director turns around and introduces the band to the audience to nice applause. I feel and hear my heartbeat a little. This is going to be something to remember. I take a quick glance at my solo to come as the band director turns around and looks square at me a s smiles. He raises his baton and I raise my sticks then the downbeat and my solo. I gently rat-a-tatted my part as the drum responded to everything my hands did. In all honesty It was pretty rudimentary but I tried as always to make it sound good. I guess the way I played it sounded different than the band was used to as they all turned around and looked at me which made me very uncomfortable. I carefully read ahead and played the part flawlessly (thank goodness). We finish the piece and I let out a soft sign of relief. Then the next piece sad next piece my confidence growing from the first to the last.

—-

After completing the concert the band director patted me on the back and said “Wasn’t that fun Anthony” I responded with “I guess?” as I gathered myself and he laughed again.

—-

I thought to myself as I headed home later how crazy my last concert really was. I’d never have do that again l, well, until a couple of years later in college. I’d white-knuckle my concerts with the jazz band and chamber singers in where I’d learn the parts to their portion of it the night of the performance…

-aaa

Writers Bloque

AnthonyLeave a comment

Don’t worry the words will come

Keep writing them all down

Using all fingers and thumbs

This isn’t your first go around.

🤯

Exercises and brainstorms

Still, they do not come

Stretching your brain clear it of worms

You’re still brilliant, not dumb.

🤯

Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose

Lonely and sad and without content

The right thoughts are just under your nose

Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.

🤯

The hours get later and later

And still, nothing arrives

Your frustration leaves a deeper crater

But your perseverance survives.

🤯

Now a mere trickle

Things start to come together

The block and mental pickle

Hopefully gone forever.

🤯

Your work is nearly complete

You never thought it would arrive

Writers block is never discreet

As some works, never survive.

🤯

The end at last, the time is now

You’re written work is finished

And You make a silent vow

Thank God your talent has not diminished…

-aaa

What Will He Write Next?

AnthonyLeave a comment

Creativity, please don’t leave me now

Many WordPress writings to create and how

–

Rhymes and themes I must work out

That’s what being a blogger to me is about

–

My Subscribers from all walks and tastes

I press inside for new material to place

–

Haikus, Raikus, poetry, and posts

Receiving great feedback means the most

–

Passions, peace, and loves long gone

Are what my writings are most based on

–

My everyday life is also a source

Of various musings in my course

–

My audience, I adore and hope you grow

Your “likes” mean more than you’ll ever know

–

Even occasional criticism can be ethereal

As it motivates me to create better material

–

I challenge myself in every way

Hoping the writings improve each day

–

When inspiration strikes my iPhone nearby

Captured in the Notes app, then my ideas fly

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I next must search for images that match

The words I just whipped up from scratch

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A photo of mine or to Google for one

Filters applied, imagery, originality, done

–

Now post in Jetpack and hope for the best

That my newest effort will pass their test…

-aaa