Edward Lear


I am an administrator of a Poetry Group called Poetry in my Mind. This week we had an assignment that took much more time than other weeks. We chose one of our favorite poets. We mentioned important information about him. We were to also post one of his poems, explain what form it was, and then write a poem in form and similar.

Here is the link to the poetry group I am involved in. If you would like to partake in the contest, let me know. You must be a Facebook member, so that I can send you a special invite to contests. There is a weekly and a monthly contest.

 

I chose Edward Lear, for his silly, no-nonsense poems. This is what I had to say.

 

I am writing about the poet Edward Lear.

Edward Lear (12 or 13 May 1812[1][2] – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, musician, author and poet, and is known now mostly for his literary nonsense in poetry and prose and especially his limericks, a form he popularised. His principal areas of work as an artist were threefold: as a draughtsman employed to illustrate birds and animals; making coloured drawings during his journeys, which he reworked later, sometimes as plates for his travel books; as a (minor) illustrator of Alfred Tennyson’s poems. As an author, he is known principally for his popular nonsense collections of poems, songs, short stories, botanical drawings, recipes, and alphabets. He also composed and published twelve musical settings of Tennyson’s poetry.

Lear was born into a middle-class family at Holloway, North London, the penultimate of twenty-one children (and youngest to survive) of Ann Clark Skerrett and Jeremiah Lear.[3] He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Owing to the family’s limited finances, Lear and his sister were required to leave the family home and live together when he was aged four. Ann doted on Edward and continued to act as a mother for him until her death, when he was almost 50 years of age.[4]

Lear suffered from lifelong health afflictions. From the age of six he suffered frequent grand mal epileptic seizures, and bronchitis, asthma, and during later life, partial blindness. Lear experienced his first seizure at a fair near Highgate with his father. The event scared and embarrassed him. Lear felt lifelong guilt and shame for his epileptic condition. His adult diaries indicate that he always sensed the onset of a seizure in time to remove himself from public view. When Lear was about seven years old he began to show signs of depression, possibly due to the instability of his childhood. He suffered from periods of severe melancholia which he referred to as “the Morbids

Lear’s nonsense works are distinguished by a facility of verbal invention and a poet’s delight in the sounds of words, both real and imaginary

Form is AABBA

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There was once a girl named Sue
Who feared the word called boo.
She jumped out of her skin
When you said it again
She was crazy; this girl called Sue.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd

 

 

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A DAD IN PLACE


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A DAD IN PLACE

At my old place there was just me

Cooking boring, la-de-de

Then I moved in another home

Where the kitchen stood never alone

I got to sit back and take a rest

While dad slipped his apron over his chest

The smells came whispering down the hall

They entered my room, I breathed it all

You remember in the olden days

When women stayed in their place

Cleaning, cooking all that was

Now listen up, hear the buzz

Dad’s taken over the kitchen gear

Please don’t worry, please; no fear

For he’s fantastic, his food taste great

He’s the captain, he’s first mate!

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

9/15/2015

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How You Fit in the Plan


https://www.facebook.com/groups/poetryinmymind

 

The cover photo on this page is a photo of a rooster crossing a bridge with hens awaiting. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

For this contest you will think about the perennial question “Why did the chicken cross the road?” For this photo it would be the bridge. Your poem can be any poetic form and style. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on September 1st , 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from September 1st until September 8th, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page:

chickenWHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD

Rooster boy crossed the road

He’d seen his shadow and ran

He’d never been alone enough

He dived right for the dam.

 

Beautiful chicks had followed him

Clucking in his delight

But then one day a coyote showed

And Rooster took off in fright.

 

He never took the time to look

He never learned how to grow

He thought his job here on earth

Was to strut, to mate, to glow.

 

But when the shadow and coyote came

And he saw where he had run

He felt his heart sink to its low

He wanted to pull out a gun.

 

While floating in the water

He had a vision or two

His granny came to see him

And show him a different view.

 

She told him he wasn’t a chicken

She explained about his breed

She fed him food for thought

She gave him all he’d need.

 

He marched out from the water

He boldly took a stand

He walked back to his home land

Stood tall;  he looked so grand.

 

The moral of this story

Is easier than you may think

It’s not about your color

It’s not about your wink.

 

It’s all about your outlook

How you fit in the plan

You do for others and love them

You stand strong upon the land.

Written by,

Terry  Shepherd

9/5/2015

 

 

 

Poetry Contest


papers 2For this contest you will write an ABC poem about old letters. Here is how- Pick any letter and start. Each subsequent sentence is a sequential counting of the alphabet. If it is A, the next sentence begins with a B. Then it follows with the third sentence as C and so on. This is a form of acrostic poems. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

MY DESIRES

A stack of papers

Beholds my mind

Creating chapters

Days, weeks and months

From our time together

Giving me tears

Holding feelings in

I only wish

Just one more time

Keeping eyes tight

Longing to see you once again

Mirrored reflections

Now, are all I hold

Open the veil

Pierce your way through

Quicken my heart beat

Rush blood to my toes

Stand  here in front of me

Tell me you are here

Under my spell, my mind

Vacating my space

Wishing I could touch

Xeroxing my thoughts

Zagging in and  out of my mind, are you  here?

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

8/19/2015

 

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Embarrassment


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The cover photo on this page is a photo of a girl covering her face in shame (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

Von Kahlo has chosen the topic of shame in free verse poem for the August 2015 monthly contest. You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about shame- what is it and how do you resolve it or not

embarrassWith age comes slacking

A time of lacking

We stand in time

Remain in line

This can be bad

And even sad

When mistakes we make

And people hate

Cuz they don’t understand

They don’t see the plan

Our minds still tick

But fog is thick

Filled with memories

Of children and trees

Babies born

Husbands are torn

What once was gay

Can be sad, I say

So when I go out and do

Something stupid or rude

Please take in stride

Don’t scold don’t chide

Don’t sit me on a shelf

When I embarrass you and myself

Just cover your grin

And hold it in

Put your arm around me

Tell me words I can see

This is what we need.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

MY VALENTINE


 

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You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about a funny or funniest valentine.

valentineMY VALENTINE

 

Seasons have passed by

I still wipe my eyes

My memories fresh

When I look at the dress

The one I wore

When you opened the door

Your eyes got big

Bigger than a rig

You walked towards me

Wanting to see

But instead you fell

Over Billy’s pail

I gasped and said

Are you okay dear Fred?

You stood up and shook

You threw a book

It landed on

A playing song

Domino effect took over

Almost killing Rover

I couldn’t help giggle

As you stood and wiggled

Trying to sustain a face

That was white as paste

The mood was gone

Silence replaced the song

We stared at the room

Now dressed in gloom

Then reaching out

We both showed pouts

We sat on the bed

Leaning head to head

Then giggles came

There was no shame

I will never forget that kiss

The chaos, the bliss

Of that Valentine’s Day

Or the way it played.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

7/29/2015

 

Should I Dare?


The cover photo on this page is a photo of the Chinese Garden Canopy Tree (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about a dream under this tree. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on July 21st, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from July 21 until July 28, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page:
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Pulling tugging on the soul
Bring together as a whole
Questions, doubts arise so near
Hope of happiness, a little fear
Feelings arise, kisses I feel
Is it my wish or is it my will
I don’t care what others say
I want to have today my way
Because I may not have a chance
To sing, to laugh and have this dance
I will treasure for this one day
Of loving you in the only way
And if for some reason unknown to me
I will have my memories of thee
So touch my branches shake my leaves
Let it shout, bounce through the trees
Let love explode down through the spine
For this one day you will be mine.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
7/24/2015

Let Freedom Ring


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The cover photo on this page is a photo of the Statue of Liberty*. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about what this photo means to you. Alternatively, you can write about freedom. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on July 7th, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from July 7 until July 14, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page.

*The Statue of Liberty was designed by Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, a French sculptor, and was built by Gustave Eiffel and dedicated on October 28, 1886. It was a gift to the United States from the people of France.

The statue is of a robed female figure representing Libertas, the Roman goddess, who bears a torch and a tabula ansata (a tablet evoking the law) upon which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776. A broken chain lies at her feet. The statue is an icon of freedom and of the United States, and was a welcoming sight to immigrants arriving from abroad.

FREEDOM
It seems  like a lot of people are angry
Tossing words out to the sea
Maybe it is a  habit
A bad one we don’t see.
When I am out in public
I look straight into your face
I always am amazed
That smiles don’t leave a trace.
I realize stress is huge
Not enough money to pay the bills
But ask yourself this question
Will bitching chase issues to nil?
If we were trapped and traded
To stand on other ground
Would you stop and beg forgiveness
Would silence be the only sound?
I don’t think that we mean to
Act with such disgrace
We really should stop and think
About all the human race.
For freedom is a gift
Our soldiers fought for this
Let’s kneel down on our knees
And give our ground a kiss.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
7/12/2015

Poetry Contest


 

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The cover photo on this page is a favorite photo of a member in Poetry in My Mind Group. It says, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (Photo prompt by Stephanie Holder)

You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about what this photo means to you. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on June 30th, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from June 30 until July 7, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
Standing in my bubble
I’m able to look around
I see where I am now
I see where I have gone
Mistakes are bound to happen
Perfection can’t be got
I turn the chapters over
I can see I’ve done a lot
Life is meant for living
Life can’t be lived through blur
 As above, so below
Filled with all our words.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
7.5.2015

Poetry Contest


The cover photo on this page represents Shakespeare’s epitaph on his tombstone. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)You may write your own epitaph* (see below). Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on June 23rd, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from June 23 until June 30, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page.

* An epitaph is a short text honoring a deceased person originating from the Greeks. It can be one line or a poetic verse. Strictly speaking, it refers to text that is inscribed on a tombstone or plaque, but it may also be used in a figurative sense. Some epitaphs are specified by the person themselves before their death, while others are chosen by those responsible for the burial.

Even in death, Shakespeare left a verse as an epitaph ( from photo prompt).

Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.

It can be humorous. “ It’s over” or “I told you I was sick”.

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THE TOMBSTONE READ LIKE THIS

 

YOU SAID I WASN’T ILL

I’M HERE TO SAY YOU’RE WRONG

NOW LET ME REST IN PEACE

ADIOS, GOODBYE, SO LONG.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

6.24.2015

 

What would you think if you saw these words I wrote on a tombstone?