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and I Love You
a poetic love recite … “romantic love” “romantic poem” “love poetry” “love poem” “romantic poetess” “and I love you…” “poetic recite” “indiana poet” “indiana poetess” poet/poetess mccolley “and I deeply love you” words poem poetry “souls converged” devotion “into my soul” “chambered spirit”
- onegroovycharmer
Can anyone give me the summary of Ovid’s “Art of love” poems?
I have been trying to read the all three books, but there are full of vocabularies that I do not know, and I have no idea what the heck he is talking about.
I am doing this for my homework, which it asks “Give your overall perception and analysis of the art of love in pagan Roman culture as presented in Ovid’s poem.” And “Compare and contrast what Ovid says about the subject of love catching and making with the “rules” of the game yourself-as a representative of your culture—go by. For example, what of Ovid’s advice do you agree with, or disagree with? Are you bemused or disgusted by anything the poet says or recommends in relation to your own “ways of the hunt?”
I am told to write an essay on this.
Please help!
- davegesprek
Can anyone give me the summary of Ovid’s “Art of love” poems?
I have been trying to read the all three books, but there are full of vocabularies that I do not know, and I have no idea what the heck he is talking about.
I am doing this for my homework, which it asks “Give your overall perception and analysis of the art of love in pagan Roman culture as presented in Ovid’s poem.” And “Compare and contrast what Ovid says about the subject of love catching and making with the “rules” of the game yourself-as a representative of your culture—go by. For example, what of Ovid’s advice do you agree with, or disagree with? Are you bemused or disgusted by anything the poet says or recommends in relation to your own “ways of the hunt?”
I am told to write an essay on this.
Please help!
- davegesprek
Writing Poetry For Greeting Cards
Some of the poetry for greeting cards was written with a certain person in mind. The poet might be a star crossed lover who has to put their heartfelt feelings on paper and the magic that is derived from the words they write serves to ignite feelings and emotions in any person who picks up the card and reads the words inside the cover of the card.
Other poetry for greeting cards are meant for amusement purposes only. People buy this type of greeting card when they want to take a whimsical approach at poking fun at a friend. The poetry inside the card might not have any rhyming set in the words but the laughter that the words cause lets the sender know that the message was delivered and understood.
As poets create the poetry for greeting cards, they may have to pause a moment to get themselves in the right mood to write them. Some greeting cards are to express sympathies for the death of a loved one and it takes the right mindset to create words of sympathy. A poet knows that some families will reflect on the words in the poem to find comfort and to remember the loved one that has passed away.
The poetry for greeting cards that are given in celebration of a birthday is varied. Some people poke fun through their words because someone in their life has reached the over the hill mark of 40. This type of poetry will serve as a reminder that even if the person is getting older, they are only getting better.
Some people need to feel lighthearted about reaching milestones in the aging process and the words of the greeting card may be pinned to an office cubicle wall all year long because the words on the greeting card were so sweet. The poetry for greeting cards can be serious, solemn or outrageously funny, and each of the greeting cards that are received for special occasions serve as personal reminders that they are special.
There is no format for poetry for greeting cards. Some greeting card companies prefer to use writers that have a certain sense of style and elegance, but they will also employ individuals who have a modern outlook to life. The market for greeting cards is just as individual as the people that receive a greeting card and a greeting company knows that they must have a varied assortment of cards for a customer to choose from.
Many greeting card companies will make envelopes that show the poetry for greeting cards in a special window that is built into the envelope. This open presentation is perfect for greeting cards that are used as gift cards and are placed on gift boxes and packages in envelopes that also match the color scheme of the celebration that they are being purchased for. Envelopes with lace imprints on it would be the perfect choice for weddings and anniversaries.
- Jim Brown
Writing “mixed Rhyme” Poetry
Ok, I agree. Mostly, ideas come out of no-where and won’t stop bothering us, unless we entertain them, or at least, listen to one of them. But for me, in most cases, when I am writing poetry, the first thing I do is to figure out in which poetic form I can easily express myself, and rhyming fits me best. Oh, I love rhyme poetry! There’s only one problem thou, there are many different types of rhyming poetry and I enjoy them all and this leaves me in a state of dilemma, which one to choose? So, I created “Mixed Rhyme” out of love for the rhyming forms of poetry, by mixing-up some of the rhyme forms.
“Mixed Rhyme” poetry is really easy to write, you must only have the patience—
counting syllables. The willingness to do the “counting” is the best help to learn writing poetry in a mixed rhyme. Indeed, my own success in writing my poetry in this form has come from possessing the patience of a saint. Yes, it cost me nothing, I’m just a very patient person in all I do, same for my writing. Hey, why don’t you try it yourself!
By the way, I won’t wish you “good luck” writing in this form, ‘cos we, being a
writer, all know that there’s no luck needed in writing poetry, but only our own willingness to do/ to write is involved. Of course, I do wish you try and have fun writing your own “mixed rhyme”. And, if you seriously want to learn the secret
how to write a “Mixed Rhyme”, the best thing you have to do right now is to start writing one.
Here are some samples of a “Mixed Rhyme” I wrote:
The Poet, Who Asked the Birds How To Fly (Mixed Rhyme)
O, behold the man, by the old sea
He closes his brown eyes, feeling free
Dancing to the wind, taunting the bee
He, who loves nature, although, carefree
Nevertheless, wants you all to see
Him, who hates watching gray clouds hide the bright sky
Where falcons, soaring high, relentlessly
Against the gusting wind, they’ve freedom to fly
Reveling in fleeting days, across the
Virulent sea, where he spends time
Lulling, unmindful of them
The naked ladies of Shem
On shoreline rocks, weaving blue rhyme
For he does not like to see those eyes, tinted
With hues of withered red roses on the ground
‘Cos there is no more beauty, in them, when dead
Or, in the eyes, when full of sadness, the sound
Of a unkempt sea, where its breath
Streaking his soul, without regret
Filled with un-prophetic news
That he, too, wished to fly, to set
Wings to where he won’t have to fret
‘Bout not wanting to peruse…
The whippersnapper, who n’er wanted to cry
He, the poet, who asked the birds how to fly
He, the man, by the old sea, hurt by heart’s lie
That, in forms, caused him to unveil
Whence readers can feel, the detail
Whether, penned in a single verse
Or, in a freestyle, like free-verse
Whether, it’s written in sonnet
Or, perhaps, in a rhymed couplet
Between lines, untangle his thought
And you’ll see me, the life, I fought
***
Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)
I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing
But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance
With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me
Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture
The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart
Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder
Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage
No clue, if ever peace will live
In the heart of those, once, deceived
What goodness will it give watching…
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?
Certainly, no one knows, but me
The secret of a mango tree
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About the Author
Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago is a poet/immigrant living in Athens, Greece.
He is the author of a poetry book “The Walking Man”, published by Outskirtspress.com
More info: http://www.outskirtspress.com/ernestopangilinansantiago
- Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago