Rereading Old Notebooks… (and Resurrecting a Forgotten Poem)

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Having started writing poetry long before I ever owned an iPhone, tablet, or even a computer, I have accumulated a massive collection of old notebooks and journals filled with poems and random thoughts I have penned throughout the years. Every once in a while, (especially when I am at a loss for new ideas), I will grab one at random, and reread it. This is a practice I would highly recommend for every writer. Though this act can be a bit embarrassing, by revisiting your past words, you can track your progress as a writer. You also might even rediscover some hidden gem that you wrote but totally forgot about. Recently I found a fragment of an unfinished poem that I was able to rewrite and resurrect as a piece I am now quite proud of. But more often, I will find poems that make me squirm when I read them now, stuff that I have no idea what to do with. So here is my brainstorm: why not publish them on this blog?

Here is one that I just unearthed the other day. I never got in the habit of dating my work, but my guesstimate would be that it is from the mid-1990s, detecting some influence from slam poetry I was listening to back then. I can’t say if I feel it is bad or good, but one thing, it is certainly something I would never write today. Please let me know in the comments what you think.

Old Man on the Street

On a city sidewalk,
where eye contact
can be a punishable offence,
he still smiles at passing strangers
who analyze his motives,
and question his character.

Sometimes a pretty passerby
will toss the old man a look.
Sometimes he steals one uninvited,
gazing openly at smooth lips
and vacuous blue eyes.

He has been warned
the streets are no place
for social situations,
people are too condensed,
too concerned with just
coming and going,
there are more appropriate arenas
to make friends or acquire acquaintances.
But the street is now the only p!ace,
this old man knows.

In the frigid afternoon,
a college boy (wearing
an unreadable expression)
hands him his leftover coffee,
saying human interaction
is an old fashioned concept,
that hip people today meet
on the internet falling in love
over miles and miles of fiber optic cable.

The old man knows when he is being
told a joke, and smiles with jagged teeth.
The boy returns his gesture,
and will again the next time they pass.
Perhaps a smile, not microtechnology,
is still enough to dissolve the curse
of being alone and lonely.

Invented Poetry Forms – The (Other) Tennet

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How the Author First Reacted When He Discovered There Was Another Tennet

Folks, it looks like I sort have messed up with my last post about the tennet poetry form, which I believed I was the sole imventor. I was definitely mistaken there! On a whim, I decided to do a search on the internet for “tennet poetry form” (something I should have done before I posted), and to my chagrin, discovered someone else also invented another version of the form with the same name. It seems that Md. Ziaul Haque, a poet from Bangladesh (who is also known as ” King of Words”) first published two different tennets with the rules on how to write one on both the PostPoems and Poem Hunter sites in November 2018. Although I can’t definitely determine who first invented the form or coined the name (I know originally wrote my version over 10 years ago with my poem “In Praise of Those Tackling ‘The Bambi Factor ‘…” , but I didn’t bother to name the form until August of last year) ,Mr. Haque was certainly the first to publish it. Therefore I feel he is entitled to both the rights to the name and credit as the creator.

That leaves me in a dilemma: what to do with my version of the form? i mean we can’t have two different tennets out there, that would cause confusion among poets if one of the forms would catch on. The most easiest and logical solution is just to rename it. So after much consideration, I decided to redub it “the Decemnet”, which is derived from the Latin word “decem” meaning the number ten, and (like the “tennet”) “net” the last three words of sonnet. So from now on, I will refer to the form I created as a decemnet and the one invented by Mr. Haque as a tennet.

Although the decemnet and the tennet are both poetry forms that are somewhat based on a sonnet and have ten lines ( which may be either metered or unmetered and can vary in length), there are several differences. While the decemnet consists of a quatrain (four lines) and a sestet (six lines), the tennet is composed of two quatrains and a couplet (two lines). Mr. Haque has created two variations of the tennet: one patterned on an Italian or Petrarchan sonnet with a rhyme scheme of abba abba cc, and another one similar to the English or Shakespearean sonnet which follows a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd ee.

I think most poets will find the tennet both an elegant and challenging form to write. Why don’t you try writing one today? For inspiration, here are two examples I have written myself, one in each variation:

 

Relinquishing the Tennet

Please believe me. I honestly didn’t know it,
but someone else may have an equal claim
upon the “tennet” name.
The form might have been first created by another poet.

I am so embarrassed (does my red face show it?).
A!though our poetry forms are not quite the same,
I still feel tremendous guilt and shame.
Yet I have a shot at redemption and I won’t blow it.

I will do the honorable thing and testify before the U.S. Senate
that “King of Words” may just be the true inventor of the tennet.

 

Obsolete Gods

But what about the discarded ancient gods,
the ones that no one ever prays to anymore,
one time sacred, now considered merely myths and frauds
like Dionysus, Quetzalcoatl, and Thor?

So is that the fate of all deities through out the ages?
Do these immortals simply dissipate, truly die,
or be reduced to being characters in comic book pages?
Were they ever real or their existence always just a lie?

Does even a once almighty god, drained of our belief,
becomes as pointless as a piranha without any teeth?

 

You can also read Mr. Haque’s original two tennets at the following links:
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/kingofwords/poem/1070007
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tennet

Invented Poetry Forms – The Tennet

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How a Typical Poet Reacts When First Attempting to Write a Tennet  (Photograph by Ariel Potter)

 

The tennet is a relatively simple poetry form that I invented (at least compared to the others I created). It consists of two stanzas: a quatrain (4 lines) and a sestet (6 lines). The quatrain has a rhyme scheme of abab, while the sestet has one of cdecde. The lines can be either metered or unmetered, and there are no fixed rules on their length (which can vary through out the poem if you wish). The name tennet, as you probably have already figured out, is derived from “ten line sonnet”, and coincidently is a palindromic word (which reads the same forward and backward).

I  find the tennet to be a fun form to play with, and hope you will try your hand at writing one. If you do, please consider posting your tennet in the comments for all to enjoy!

For inspiration, here are two examples of tennets I have written:

 

In Praise of Those Tackling “The Bambi Factor”
(From Ideas and Words Taken From Francine
D’Allesandro and Buzz Busby)

Eco-scientists deserve high marks
for creating a “Cuteness Scale”,
which tells us how much we despise sharks
but adore the porpoise and the whale.

They studied just how cuddly
is the cuttlefish,
and determined how few among us
who wouldn’t gladly hug a tree,
yet ever dream or wish
to fondle a fungus.

 

A Country Not Only For Old Men

It’s not that nostalgia just inflicts the old,
but that the very young have a lot less to miss –
all their favorite candy bars are still being sold,
they have yet to savor the thrill of their first kiss.

We long for what is gone, what we no longer have,
like the widower who pines for his original wife.
Some say even newborns grow homesick for the womb.
Do memories provide comfort, act as a soothing salve?
Maybe the dead eternally reminisce about life,
the resurrected feel sentimental for the tomb?