Terrible Poetry Contest – A Cento Animico.

Chelsea Owens, on her blog, has thrown down the gauntlet in her latest Terrible Poetry contest. Click on the link below to see the post, why not have a go?

A cento is a poem made up of fragments of other poems.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cento_(poetry)

I thought I would try my hand at it, but it is a lot more difficult than it may at first appear. Here is my attempt:

The Owl and the Pussycat went to see,

the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),

Like Love, unkindly passing by.

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

A host of golden daffodils, they dance.

The reprieve papers are not signed, behind.

It was a poignant portrayal of the effects.

A collage of fragments of poetical objects.

I have included fragments from the following poems:

The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear,

The Blind Man And The Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe

The Way It Is, by William Stafford

I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth

Reprieve, by Alison Prince

I have also included the following word prompts:

A multiple word prompt poem – A New Side

I’ve written this poem in response to the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/01/fowc-with-fandango-dogmatic/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/rdp-sunday-poignant/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/your-daily-word-prompt-advice-ydwordprompt-august-1-2021/

You are planning a new dalliance

But let me give you some advice,

although it may seem like salience

and at the time it feels quite nice.

But it leaves you feeling rather flat

I’m trying not to be dogmatic,

I just don’t want you feeling like that,

With your love-life remaining static.

Why not try for a longer romance

Something poignant, then you might see

If you give this caring guy a chance,

A completely new side of me.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/08/2021

Those Tender Roses – A poem

The Word of the Day was Tenderness and I remembered this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago and thought I would share it again.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/14/tenderness/

I remember the roses,
You lovingly tended.
You nurtured them tenderly,
until winter was ended.

You pruned them, protected them,
From all harm intended.
Those prize winning blooms
They were highly commended.

Your presence has gone now,
Your spirit has departed.
Your roses, now long dead,
Like you’d never started.

But I’m here and I wonder,
I never comprehended
Would I have blossomed better?
If your care you’d extended.

Did you love me at all?
No, I think you pretended.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/04/2018

This was written in response to a challenge from my friend Peter Dalby. Peter, having read my previous post, Tender Rose of Youth – Short story in 60 words, asked me If I could turn it into a poem. This is my attempt.