{"id":111194,"date":"2013-09-12T21:00:30","date_gmt":"2013-09-13T01:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/111194\/the-friday-fling-goes-to-hell\/"},"modified":"2013-09-12T21:00:30","modified_gmt":"2013-09-13T01:00:30","slug":"the-friday-fling-goes-to-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/111194\/the-friday-fling-goes-to-hell\/","title":{"rendered":"The Friday Fling Goes To Hell!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Friday Fling #249 for September 13th 2013<\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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Last week we investigated Heaven. <\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

This week it’s Friday the 13th and so…the other place. <\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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What is your poetic conception or Hell?<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

Did you ever have an experience which made you think “this is Hell!”?<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

Or how about Hell as the setting for a story poem <\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

or a reflection on the consequences of certain life actions or situations?<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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The ballad format might work best for any story or reflections related to Hell.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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According to ShadowPoetry.com,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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A ballad is a short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends. <\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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They are written in straight-forward verse, seldom with detail,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

but always with graphic simplicity and force.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Most ballads are suitable for singing and,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

while sometimes varied in practice,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

are generally written in ballad meter,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter,<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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For our purposes, if you have trouble with meter, just do what pleases you.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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Here is an example of a ballad (yours need not be this long):<\/font><\/strong><\/font> <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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The Ballad of Marian Blacktree<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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Refrain:<\/font>
\n Oh, do you know the mountain road<\/font>
\n That leads to yonder peak?<\/font>
\n A few will walk that trail alone,<\/font>
\n Their dreams they go to seek.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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(I)<\/font>
\n One such was Marian Blacktree,<\/font>
\n A lowly sheperdess,<\/font>
\n And courting her was Tom, the swain,<\/font>
\n Who loved her nonetheless.<\/font><\/p>\n

(II)<\/font>
\n A thought occurred to Marian<\/font>
\n While watching o’er her sheep,<\/font>
\n And gazing at the mountain thus<\/font>
\n She nodded off to sleep.<\/font><\/p>\n

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(III)<\/font>
\n That night she came to Tom and said<\/font>
\n She longed to know the sky.<\/font>
\n “I’m weary of this valley, love,<\/font>
\n I want to learn to fly!”<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n Poor Thomas did not want to leave,<\/font>
\n This valley was all he knew.<\/font>
\n So when she turned and left him there<\/font>
\n Her heart, it broke in two.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n Her faithful swain did track her,<\/font>
\n All night the trail led on,<\/font>
\n And finally at the mountain top<\/font>
\n He looked, but she was gone.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n As morning broke and lit the sky<\/font>
\n An eagle he did see:<\/font>
\n It circled ’round him thrice and cried.<\/font>
\n He knew now she was free.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n This week the Friday Fling writes Hellish ballads!<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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Be sure to save time to read and comment warmly <\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

about your fellow Pals’ Beelzebubbian ballads. <\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

Then go turn Friday the 13th and the weekend following it <\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

into something decidedly un-Hell-like!<\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n


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