The Friday Fling Writes Clerihew Tributes to Those Who Inspired!
Friday Fling #129 May 20th 2011
I (Bob) had two annual medical appointments this week, and they made me think about how much we depend on others to provide important information and guide us. Well actually that’s not how it worked, Michelle and I had decided on this topic weeks ago. But it makes a nice starting point for this intro, huh. 🙂
We do count on others for all sorts of things, including, as poets, for inspiration as well as subject matter. The CPC itself offers daily challenges to use as a muse in writing.
Who inspires or has inspired you, and how and why?
Among the poetry formats designed specifically to write about characters or people is the Clerihew. Here is ShadowPoetry.com’s description, and three fun examples:
A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.
Garfield the cat
On his rear he sat.
Eating lasagna galore
All about the decor.
Copyright © 2000 James & Marie Summers
The Road Runner
always almost a goner;
when attacked in manner dread,
Wile E. suffers intended fate instead ….
Copyright © 2004 Alan McAlpine Douglas
Star Trek’s frowning Klingon Worf
challenges a squeamish metamorph
to eating a wormlike gagh dinner;
Worf of course was the winner!
Copyright © 2004 Diana Dalton
If one verse is not enough to explain the inspiration you obtained, you can do multiples to make a whole poem.
This week the Friday Fling celebrates those who inspire us!
Be sure to save time to read and comment inspirationally on your fellow Pals’ testimonials. Then go be inspiring this weekend! –Bob/Scotorum and Michelle K.
As ever, should the suggested topic or format not inspire you enough, you can post anything which you’ve written lately which would be appropriate for our blog family.
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for May 13th 2011
Congratulations Kare!
Good evening everyone! I hope you like the topic and will try the format!
OK 5am came way too early this morning and I have to get up early once again this week tomorrow *sigh* so I’ma gonna say good night!!! MUAH
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In Clerihew we pay tribute
to the ones who gave a hoot.
We write of those who did inspire,
who stoked us with their bright life fire.
RGD May 19th 2011
I realize no one is likely to know who the heck this guy was – but he was important to me when I was a budding history geek.
Excellent (((Bob))) and learned about a British historian.I love the couplets you used.
It’s time for me to call it a night. See you tomorrow afternoon when I get home from work.. Have a good evening. Nighty night!
Da Inspirational Peice Isss Bump ~
Th_ Poetry Police Chase & Bust His Hump ~
Intooo Da Night Tooo Git Him Tooo Beee Polite & Dump ~
His Whimsical Waaays… Unethical Strays… Lazy Daze Tooo Face Th_ Daaay & Jump ~
Written Byyy Da Bump ~ ® TM © WITHIN…
As Heee Won’t Doit For Nuttin In AAA Box Of Chocolates Or Forrest Gump !!!
Humph
Heros In Spiderman ~
Spinnin Webs ~ Doin What Heee Can ~
When Allowed…Flyin High Above Da Crowd ~
In City Lights Of Nights Heee Fights Sum How ~
Written Byyy g.T
® TM © WITHIN…
Robert Frost
A poet of great exceptions
Have read many many book of him
My father as well whom I know more better than Mr Frost
Bettie Davis ————————————– © May 20 , 2011
Flex The Cat
Was a crafty little rat
Black with a white circle on his little chest
He was a great singer as well as a dancer and own his own show
Bettie Davis ———————————————– © May 2o , 2o11
The first major write of American lore – and in my home state! Your last line begs for an explanation Kare! Nicely done, the picture adds the sense of a very serious writer, and geez he even kind of looks like me when I was younger!
I am so inspired by many things in my life.
Nature helps me forget about the pain in strife.
Music helps my heart heal right.
And the light of day gives be a new begging each day.
I always find my way back to the start.
I never can be more than new beginning’s smarts.
Every day is chance to change the way I live.
I am in a bad place.
Those around me can see it on my face.
I’m stuck in frozen site of place.
But the new start over gleams the pain.
Nothing forever can remain.
That is what keeps me sane.
Hope comes alive with no more to blame.
Strength comes inside hollering where ok.
Lets just start a new day.
I find the inspiration some where I need.
The glowing light shimmers by my side.
Letting me know I’m still alive.
The shinning light gives me faith.
It lights up my life.
And I am able to pass the day with little strife.
I don’t cry as much these days.
I love new beginning’s ways .
I get chance to fly for the first time in my life.
I have been forever on a married run.
I like being single and having some fun.
Just this month the mountains moved me.
The peace inspired me to be.
I saw the light it was really bright and I was home .
My soul felt the bless of Beltane .
I had a blast I was free at last.
It shame it could not last.
But I was so inspired by what I saw.
I felt the love bond by it all.
I came home with so many thoughts.
I was gleaming from the inside out I could feel the hope.
I dream of place like that so my heart can finally go home.
Inspirational blog and poetry indeed. We have certainly been blessed and inspired by so many.
Hello everyone!
I really like this topic! Such fun reading all the responses!
I’ve lived such an unusual life, and as I look back on it, I must say that “Water” has always been in the background as a theme. I was Born in England, to an American mum from California, and an English dad from Kent, and the ocean has always been a fixture in our lives. It is something that I hold with respect and awe right from the tiniest specks of raindrops in the garden to the serenity of waves upon the shore. This life’s blood that rains downs and quenches our souls and hearts and cycles the very life we are is so magical to me.
I find the poetry of water at every glance, every glistening sunrise and sunset, in spring shower or winter snow, through blazing heat and bitter cold. Water permeates my subconscious to became my way of life. Like an artesian well my thoughts are quenched with cool liquid drops that seep in to my conscious.
Even my most favorite song whose lyrics were taken from “The tibetan Book of the Dead” begins with the words, “Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream…”
And so it goes with me and water, a liquid existence of the subconcious to find meaning within…
Jon
LEONA!!!! Here Pidgie!!!
Oh the laughter she so brings
Smile of love as she did sing
Here pidgie pigdie… rocks my world
Gone with the Wind,she had my toes curled
Tim Conway and Korman, Lawrence a hoot
When she tugg’s her ear… and mop’s in that shoot
Oh Carol how we love you.. smiles oh so splendor
Oh the darkest heart.. to laughter we surrender
For you have touched my life!
MM-2011
Hello Mary and JT! great blog and happy Monday very soon!