I pondered what you said too loud
About that Bush on yonder hill,
Should represent the strong and proud
But spills an essence of ill will.
And though limbs quake beneath those leaves,
We stand around like helpless trees.
While all our stars that used to shine
Are clouded in by smog and haze,
Across the pond a deadly vine
Twines round a mass of unmarked graves.
As thousands morn, those vines advance
to smother truth with consequence.
Goodbye fair lands, I heard you say,
And long gone ~ global sympathy.
Some poets cringe while lacking sway
To document true empathy.
Our gaze is glazed by horrid thought
For what we had … we had not bought!
Some now reflect on years gone by
When lies merged with inaptitude,
Back when we heard the prattle cry,
And lives evolved around that mood.
I think with ink, I am not proud
While pondering what you said, too loud ...
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Author notes
In contemporary usage, a ‘parody’ is a work that imitates another work in order to ridicule, ironically comment on, or poke some affectionate fun at the work itself, the subject of the work, the author or fictional voice of the parody, or "another subject."
While this is my first attempt at a parody that attempts to poke fun at another subject in a way that is ironic using Wordworth's poem as the base for what set my muse in motion.
'I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud'
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth #28
A contest entry
- PARODY and/or HUMOR Contest by Jonathan ROBIN.
700 points, ended February 5, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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450 points, ended March 10, 2007, 12 entries
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900 points, ended September 14, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
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450 points, ended September 27, 2007, 9 entries
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Good job and I liked the metaphors and the words you choose. It painted a sad picture though. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Brilliant
While all our stars that used to shine
Are clouded in by smog and haze,
Across the pond a deadly vine
Twines round a mass of unmarked graves.
As thousands morn, those vines advance
to smother truth with consequence.
This was the most unique awesome poem I have read in a while!
THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR BRILLIANT ENTRY.
Good LUCK!
(I hate it when you are typing and then look up after a few words and noticed that you fat fingered the cap lock button)
LOL
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Hello, This is Alisha. I'm the judge of this contest.
I'd just liked to tell you that I really liked your poem. You done good.
Good job
Good luck in my contest
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Excellent poem
I'm not educated enough to know about the 'parody' part but your poem certainly speaks to me. I think it does because that IS what is happening around us today in all the levels of this poem, environment, writing, commenting. Excellent. Carole Dwinell.
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A....Musing
Parody http://allpoetry.com/poem/2558456
for variations
Shaft o’ Thrills !
She wandered lonely in a crowd
that surfs host Internet for thrills,
when all at once she thought aloud,
from coast to coast burst golden gills
beside the screen, above the tease,
revamping her priorities.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle over life today
she sought a never-ending line
to set example, quoted play:
Ten thousand thinklings at a glance
were tossed while head sought elegance.
The waves within met some which stray
by chance or fate, late sparkling glee:
a poet could not but be gay,
acknowledging eternity.
She gazed, she gazed, but little thought
what wealth flow glow the show had brought:
For often on her couch she’d lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
wish flash upon that inward eye
to compensate her solitude.
So now her heart with pleasure fills,
Advancing with her writing skills.
JR 25 October 2006
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Les Fleurs Fédérales
I wandered underneath a cloud
When all at once, through rainbow mists,
I suddenly beheld a crowd,
A flight of Federal Uninists,
Diffusing with the speed of light
The gospel of the word of Streit.
Superior as the stars that shine,
Impartial as the Milky Way,
They conjured up their world design
Remote from conflicts of the day,
Through all their frisking membership
Glad tidings spread from lip to lip.
With sprightly and with sanguine zest
They paddled in the moonshine sea,
Once could not help but be depressed
By such a jocund company,
For none beholding would have though
War to the death was being fought.
And oft, when in the pensive mood
Our plight appears to justify,
That Corybantic multitude
Exacerbates the inward eye,
Trailing their veils of raiinbow mists,
A flight of Federal Unionists.
Olga Miller KATZIN 1896_198?
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Sharks
I wander'd lonely as a shark,
That roams the ocean deep and wide,
When all at once I saw a shoal,
Of little fishes trying to hide,
Around the rocks, beneath the reef,
Quivering with fear as they saw my teeth.
Continuous as the stars that shine,
Reflecting on the ocean’s swell,
They darted from their hiding place,
I rushed amongst them, jaws like hell,
And sent them to their watery graves,
Whilst above me rolled the waves.
Parody William WORDSWORTH - Daffodils
Lucy ARRON
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A Humble Sharing ...
Jonathan, I thank you again for being the teacher that has opened my eyes just a little wider to how big this little world of poetry is and making me aware of an entire new facet of writing. One never knows how they will affect another along the way and while I wondered if I had any inkling of what I was doing, in my heart I thought, why not try! I took a spin, with this one, from something not only you had said but from all the rumblings & grumblings of the UK storm that I heard a while back! I now need to research you latest challenge of "mosaic" as I'm still trying to piece together just how it works. You tend to make my mind work harder than it used to but I see these gymnastics as a good thing! Thanks again for holding this wonderful contest. joy
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