Lest We Forget – B&P Shadorma and Beyond – The Bop

Today we’re going to look into a fairly recently created poetic form called The Bop. It was created by poet Afaa Michael Weaver, an American poet (born in 1951, author of several collections of poems and a full length play) during a summer retreat of the African-American poetry organization Cave Canem.

It’s not totally dissimilar to a sonnet … it consists of three un-rhymed stanzas with a repeated refrain after each stanza.

The first stanza is dedicated to the statement of a problem and it is 6 lines long.

The second stanza is dedicated to the elaboration of the problem and it is 8 lines long.

The third stanza is dedicated to the possible solution of the problem and it is also 6 lines long.

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How do we remember the men we’ve lost?
How can we tell them they’re still being missed?
That every day, especially on this crisp autumn day
Their memories still linger and they’re not forgotten
That what they’ve done are truly appreciated
Would wearing poppies and lighting candles do?

Lest we forget, lest we forget

Men of valour and courage going to war
Every generation, there are some reasons
Of why men waged wars against each other
We send them there, some still boys and girls
Not knowing whether they’d still come back
The experience they’ve got, we don’t really know
And when they come back, are they still whole?
Our heroes, our loved ones, their sacrifices

Lest we forget, lest we forget

And so we remember them
We appreciate what they’ve done
To our countries and to our freedom
Wars are ugly, wars are unfair and wars are ruthless
But then they are necessary sometimes
Let’s just hope that peace and understanding come

Lest we forget, lest we forget

For: B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond

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Student’s Life – Tale Weaver #38: Tales Twice Told

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He walked – no, not walked, swaggered – over to me. Patrick thinks he’s the hottest guy at the university. I greeted him coolly. He gave me a bear hug. “You know what, I’ve just heard that Peter and Benjamin are being expelled from the Uni.”

“Oh my God, what happened?” I was really surprised.

“Some students filed some complaints, don’t really know the details. The police were called, some investigation took place and they were escorted out of the compound,” he explained.

“Oh, and to think that Peter’s my favourite tutor,” and off I went to my next class.

Meanwhile, at Mike’s office, Josie entered. “Come in, Josie. I just want to talk to you about your last essay.”

“Sorry, I’ve just made it,” Josie started explaining.

“It’s just some parts of it were taken directly from some websites. Were you not able to paraphrase them?” Mike asked. “I’ll give it back to you with a warning. It will be a fail next time.”

“Thanks, I promise it won’t happen again,” and Josie left Mike’s office.

Then, there are Gregory, Juan, Sarah and Florence who seem to be always in a pub every afternoon. God knows how they manage their work. Having said that, they are passing somehow. Sarah’s even the top in her class.

Marco’s the “Brad Pitt” of the campus and girls follow him around. They didn’t know that he’s also very shy and has some secrets at home. I wonder what?

The nerds or the ones who study hard and spend their times in the library. I’m sure they also want to have some dates or have some fun, they just don’t know how.

Or the beautiful Marjorie, who’s fighting her anorexia and thinks herself as fat and ugly. I wish to be her friend, if she lets me.

And me – a sophomore, who’s getting used to the politics of the campus and experiencing life away from home.

For: Tale Weaver 38

Children Playing – Tale Weaver 34: a painting in search of a story and Wordle 139

Image: Children’s Games; Artist: Pieter Brueghel the Elder; Source: wikiart.org

Image: Children’s Games; Artist: Pieter Brueghel the Elder; Source: wikiart.org

A day of leisure and the children snatched the chance to play. Like angels enjoying the waves of childhood, they played outside the garden, on clay soil or grass or on the streets. They made their own simple toys, like boats from pieces of bread, spears from sticks and small houses from stones and boxes. They played games, from games of skill with cherry stones or tops to activities such as archery, football and dancing. A pair of them played with hula hoops, barrels and sticks. They fixed their toys with strings and stones. That covered everything and they stayed until the moon came out at night.

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Tale Weaver 34 and Wordle #139

The A & B Building – Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 26

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Staying After” by Linda Gregg: horses, poems, dancing, balcony, railing, sing, luxury, apartments, windows, dirty, shining, brick

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.” I learned how to ride horses there, and spent most of my childhood singing and dancing with the other campers. The windows were always dirty with smudges of our handprints. It wasn’t what you call a luxury apartment, drab and dull for a building if you really like to describe it. But that was where I’ve created some of my poems and stories and it would always be dear to my heart. I made some friends there. We spent our nights looking at the stars at night in our balcony. It wasn’t made of bricks and it never was shining, but I love it the way it was.

For: Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 26

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The Ruins – Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 18

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Whether” by Alfred Corn: anger, lagging, stride, vein, silver, thunderheads, nonsense, extravagant, joy, chalk, topmost, clear

Ruins – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Ruins – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

“Where did they go?” I asked, as I followed his stride up to the topmost part of the valley. We trailed the mountain-lion tracks and watched from remote plateaus as distant puffs of cloud built into towering thunderheads.

“This used to be a big construction site,” he said, in anger. “When I was working as a labourer removing lagging from pipes in the basement for 5 years, I was exposed to large quantities of asbestos. The rest of the workers were exposed and suffered, too. In the end they closed it.” He said clearly, the sun reflected his silver hair. He looked at the ruins one last time.

For: Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 18

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Peter and the Nightshade – Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #72

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:
“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.”

The supplicant was tenacious and won’t bulge in the rubble. Peter glimpsed at the bastards, he knew that whatever happened, he should circumspectly deny the accusation. If he’d indulged and relished them and wallowed in them and had wilful malice in what he did… but he was always trying not to be as nasty as he could be.

It made the team pique with anger. The liminal space between them is getting narrower as the time is trickling down. The bonfire was getting bigger and they should go back and continue with their questioning. The Nightshade should take effect by now…

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For: Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #72

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Summer Camp – FFfAW – Week of 07-29-2015 and Wordle 209

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

“Damnation!” Marco hissed as he missed a vital step and felt his sword slip from his hand. “Gotcha!” shouted Rich, and he won this fencing round.

“Wow, look at that view, fascinating!” Anne admired the waterfall as they crossed the bridge. “Yes, indeed, how cool is that!” agreed Claire while waving to Kim and Ben kayaking in the river. There was sunshine today and the children were having fun camping.

In the evening the warmth of the fire kept them cheerful as they roasted marshmallows and sausages and sang some songs. Some of them played cards and other games. The organisers carried on with their work. They wanted to keep the children busy and tired all day with different activities.
(120 words)

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Wordle 209

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