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"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor
makes loving your partner a crime to endure,
when public acceptance is marred by disgust
and internalized fear spreads through you like rust,
it eats away at the conviction within
and trys to shame you to lower your chin.
And when words aren't enough, they'll brandish their fists
to silence the voices of all who resist.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor
makes loving your partner a crime to endure,
it's the loudest of voices, our most human
of rights, which stands with legs a-straddle the span.
Before you would feel all alone on this earth,
united is Europe supporting your worth,
freedom of marriage for a billion in half
is provided by the Americas' staff.
The tide of opinion is rising and fast,
an ocean of surety almost amassed.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When public acceptance is marred by disgust
and internalized fear spreads through you like rust,
remember that steel is an alloy, like you;
the sum of its parts is what gives it value.
It does not give in and it does not corrode,
it's sure as the prize at the end of the road;
just as you can be sure the future is bright,
though at the moment you feel peril or plight,
so hold on fast and don't let go of your heart,
be true to yourself and keep pulling that cart.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor
makes loving your partner a crime to endure,
when public acceptance is marred by disgust
and internalized fear spreads through you like rust,
it eats away at the conviction within
and trys to shame you to lower your chin.
And when words aren't enough, they'll brandish their fists
to silence the voices of all who resist.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor
makes loving your partner a crime to endure,
it's the loudest of voices, our most human
of rights, which stands with legs a-straddle the span.
Before you would feel all alone on this earth,
united is Europe supporting your worth,
freedom of marriage for a billion in half
is provided by the Americas' staff.
The tide of opinion is rising and fast,
an ocean of surety almost amassed.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
When public acceptance is marred by disgust
and internalized fear spreads through you like rust,
remember that steel is an alloy, like you;
the sum of its parts is what gives it value.
It does not give in and it does not corrode,
it's sure as the prize at the end of the road;
just as you can be sure the future is bright,
though at the moment you feel peril or plight,
so hold on fast and don't let go of your heart,
be true to yourself and keep pulling that cart.
"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried.
"What a time to be gay and say it with pride!"
Literature
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry
xvii.
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food—
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
xvi.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
sometimes,
small and
important
moments
of grace.
xv.
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something produ
Literature
we should celebrate
i.
i tried to think of pain as a flower,
first it blossoms
and then
it wilts away.
but i won't let myself disappear
along with it,
i won't
give you that.
(it's not the agony that makes
me scream, it's the flavor).
ii.
and you whispered softly
"i'll rip your heart out and replace it
with a song,
it's christmas soon, and
we should celebrate".
you've always used my scars
as a calendar,
as a way to remind yourself
"today is tuesday
and i still exist".
iii.
(it's morning now because
i can see
the sunlight
through my eyelids
and imagine
Literature
Glass
I always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite
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Type of Poem: Licentia
Prompt:
A Licentia is technically a 5-stanza poem (though all examples I've found list only three, which is the format I chose), with 12-lines in each stanza and 11-syllables in each line. It's a refrain poem where the rhyme scheme is as follows: AABBCCDDEEAA, BBffgghhiiAA, CCjjkkllmmAA, DDnnooppqqAA EErrssttuuAA. Basically six pairs of couplets with the final couplet always the same as the first two lines of the first stanza and the first couplet of the second stanza starting from the second couplet of the first stanza and proceeding in the same order as the stanzas (first couplet of third stanze, third couplet of first stanza, etc.). As you can see, after five stanzas you'd run out of original couplets. Meter is optional.
As this poem is refrain style, I knew I needed a line which stands alone in multiple settings. I often use dialogue in those situations as I feel it can be applied to multiple meanings a lot easier than a descriptive line. I also feel speeches are a good example of refrain style poetry as they want to repeat their message throughout the conversation. The first line of this poem came to mind and I wanted to rhyme cried with pride and the rest is history. I don't like purely negative messages but I also don't like sugar coated happy-go-lucky ones either which is why the tone changes throughout.
A note on the name-drops within: Europe is the only continent which has legalized same-sex sex in every jurisdiction. Before you consider that to be trump change compared to marriage and equal rights, just realize that many states and countries still consider anal sex a crime. Additionally, combining North and South America encloses nearly 500 million people with access to same-sex marriage.
As far as the form goes, good lord I don't like it. If I'm going to write a long, drawn out poem, I want it to have some form and variation to keep myself from snoozing halfway through. Hence the whole speech with high-highs and low-lows. Still, it was a nice solid challenge for the second day. Here's to a good month for all of us!
A Licentia is technically a 5-stanza poem (though all examples I've found list only three, which is the format I chose), with 12-lines in each stanza and 11-syllables in each line. It's a refrain poem where the rhyme scheme is as follows: AABBCCDDEEAA, BBffgghhiiAA, CCjjkkllmmAA, DDnnooppqqAA EErrssttuuAA. Basically six pairs of couplets with the final couplet always the same as the first two lines of the first stanza and the first couplet of the second stanza starting from the second couplet of the first stanza and proceeding in the same order as the stanzas (first couplet of third stanze, third couplet of first stanza, etc.). As you can see, after five stanzas you'd run out of original couplets. Meter is optional.
As this poem is refrain style, I knew I needed a line which stands alone in multiple settings. I often use dialogue in those situations as I feel it can be applied to multiple meanings a lot easier than a descriptive line. I also feel speeches are a good example of refrain style poetry as they want to repeat their message throughout the conversation. The first line of this poem came to mind and I wanted to rhyme cried with pride and the rest is history. I don't like purely negative messages but I also don't like sugar coated happy-go-lucky ones either which is why the tone changes throughout.
A note on the name-drops within: Europe is the only continent which has legalized same-sex sex in every jurisdiction. Before you consider that to be trump change compared to marriage and equal rights, just realize that many states and countries still consider anal sex a crime. Additionally, combining North and South America encloses nearly 500 million people with access to same-sex marriage.
As far as the form goes, good lord I don't like it. If I'm going to write a long, drawn out poem, I want it to have some form and variation to keep myself from snoozing halfway through. Hence the whole speech with high-highs and low-lows. Still, it was a nice solid challenge for the second day. Here's to a good month for all of us!
This is my second submission for the December Form Challenge from ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
The Licentia was not listed in either of the previous challenges.
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Absolutely brilliant! I agree with the message and love the tight rhyme scheme! Congrats on the DLR!