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'Poetry Splash! E-zine'          Issue **004**
Date : 30 November 1999
Frequency : Once every 15 days.

Arvind, Sangita, Pushkin Passey
http://members.rediff.com/poetrysplash
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CONTENTS
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1. Forms Of Poetry (Ottava Rima)
2. ...The Delectable, Memorable Poem... ('Combinations'...Mary Ann Hoberman)
3. Poetry In/From India (Poetry from Orissa + A poem by Sitakant Mahapatra)
4. Your Requests! (A poem by Basho)
5. Let Us Connect With Poetry (The Kashmir Story...Neha Chopra)
6. A Poem For You All -- From Me (Follow Your Heart...Arvind Passey)
7. Comments, Ideas, Contributions from Readers (Prarthana and Zazi write back)
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A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR...

Hello,

Poetry and the light from within! There is poetry within each of us. There
is this light too, always searching for the right direction, meandering
within body limits. When the poetry within us and this light meet, they
metamorphose into a halo...and the light then is no longer limited to a
single direction. No question confuses. No moment misleads. Comprehension
and serenity dance in harmony!
"People are like stained-glass windows.  They sparkle and shine
when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true
beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."
-  Elizabeth Kübler-Ross

It pleases me when I know of poetry being discovered by the young. There
are two teenagers who are on the right path. Neha Chopra and Prarthana
Jaganath. Read their poems. It won't be long before the light within them
finds the poet that is already awake. Best of luck!

Through this editorial note I would also like to remind you all of the
tragedy that has happened in Orissa. The super cyclone on the 29th of
October has resulted in a total destruction of 12 districts in this State.
1.5 crore people are affected. more than 10,000 are dead.
Contributions can, of-course, be sent to the PM's Relief Fund...there is a
web site where sponsors will pay for your time. This does not cost you
anything except one click on this site.Please open this site and press
"save life" button. Sponsors will pay Rs. 7/- for every visitor to this
site (ie. for you) as Orissa Cyclone relief fund.
Please click here:

http://www.causeanaffect.org/

Hope you all enjoy the poems in this issue.
From:
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           --* Forms Of Poetry *--
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OTTAVA RIMA
It is an Octave stanza in iambic pentameter lines.
The rhyme scheme is abababcc.
This form is an Italian stanza pattern.
A Sicilian sestet expanded by the addition of a Heroic Couplet makes the
Ottava Rima.
Related forms are:
Italian octave.
Sicilian Octave.
Examples:
Gjertrude Schnackenberg's 'How Did It Seem to Sylvia?'
David R. Slavitt's 'Another Letter to Lord Byron.'

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 --* ...The Delectable, Memorable Poem... *--
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 (This poem is delectable, no doubt it...but anyone who is able to
memorise it would surely deserve a special applause! Such poems are fun
and must most certainly be encouraged.)

COMBINATIONS

--By Mary Ann Hoberman

A flea flew by a bee. The bee
To flee the flea flew by a fly.
The fly flew high to flee the bee
Who flew to flee the flea who flew
To flee the fly who now flew by.

The bee flew by the fly. The fly
To flee the bee flew by the flea.
The flea flew high to flee the fly
Who flew to flee the bee who flew
To flee the flea who now flew by.

The fly flew by the flea. The flea
To flee the fly flew by the bee.
The bee flew high to flee the flea
Who flew to flee the fly who flew
To flee the bee who now flew by.

The flea flew by the fly. The fly
To flee the flea flew by the bee.
The bee flew high to flee the fly
Who flew to flee the flea who flew
To flee the bee who now flew by.

The fly flew by the bee. The bee
To flee the fly flew by the flea.
The flea flew high to flee the bee
Who flew to flee the fly who flew
To flee the flea who now flew by.

The bee flew by the flea. The flea
To flee the bee flew by the fly.
The fly flew high to flee the flea
Who flew to flee the bee who flew
To flee the fly who now flew by.


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         --* Poetry In/From India *--
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    India has 26 States, 5 Union Territories, and 1 National Capital
Territory. There are 18 officially recognized languages. India never had a
common language which was intelligible to the masses everywhere in the
country. Besides Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs, Buddists, Jains,
Zoroastrians, and Jews there are 'Adivasis', 'Tribals', 'animists',....
    You can now very well imagine how much diversification there would
exist in Poetry.
    Let us zero-in on just one little section and talk a little about
ORISSA. The language spoken there is Oriya. Oriya, a branch of the
Indo-Aryan family is the official language of the State of Orissa, where
the Oriya speaking population would be around 82% of the total population
there.
    SARALA DAS was the first major Oriya poet. (15th Century). He brought
the Mahabharata, Ramayana, and the Chandi Puran to the language. He weaved
folk tales and beliefs into the original stories, so that the similarity
was limited to the Sanskrit names. He did this to convert mythology to
literature that would be productive to the society-needs then. He
questioned established Hindu beliefs as well as the authenticity of the
Puranas...to the extent of being labelled 'anti-brahmin'. He wrote his
poetry in a metre called 'dandi'...a type of free verse that was
spontaneous and instinctive to narrate his stories. He also used a number
of Persian words to enrich his language.

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Here is a poem by the Oriya poet Sitakant Mahapatra. It was published in
'The Daily Pioneer'.

TIME DOES NOT FLY

It is not time that flies.
It is men, all creatures, everywhere.
The cloud in a brown coat flies away
waving goodbye to my father
as he sits like a portrait,
his head propped against the wall
of the verandah of our house.
Next day, his back to us,
father flies away and sinks
below the horizon
along with the sun.
Leaves fall
waving goodbye to the weeping tree.
And then the woodcutters come and fell the tree
and it waves goodbye
to the ancient soil
on which it stood.
Suddenly one sees
houses , rivers, forests, paddy fields,
swamps, wife and children, friends, relatives
the endless image, crafted by time
everything rushing forward into the darkness.
The darkness is your only shadow.
Surely you should know why we fly
away, helpless
and where.

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            --* Your Requests! *--
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 (There were five requests this time for a poem that must be short and
hard-hitting...words that may reverberate...words that may carry a message
for all moments...! Well, a difficult task...daunting...but here is this
crisp, precise, poem by BASHO.
Its interpretations can be just as many as would be the moments in a
person's life.
Its interpretations can be just as many as the variations in human moods
and emotions.)

SEEN IN PLAIN DAYLIGHT

Seen in plain daylight
the firefly is nothing but
an insect.

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      --* Let Us Connect With Poetry *--
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(Neha Chopra is a student of Class XI in Montford School, Ashok Vihar-I,
Delhi-110 052. She has sent this poem...a private conversation between a
poet and reality, an individual experience of what happens thousands of
miles away, a personal imagination of human misery...you will like this
poem!)

THE KASHMIR STORY

By: Neha Chopra ( neha_aikm@hotmail.com and neha_aikm@usa.net )

I am Kashmir, a dilapidated valley --
A witness to a dance of sadism!
As the blood oozes,
Hands locked in chains of wasted emotions
Caress on bare wounds
that seem a distant luxury.
I am Kashmir, a sad heaven on earth --
Ghosts of guns shadow the human soul!
State of survival -- borne out of fear,
Scream of bullets -- sound music to the ear!
I am Kashmir, a valley of misfortune --
Panic-stricken:
In the prayer of numberless orphans,
Numerous widows,
Hills that once revelled
In its praiseworthy glory
Are destitute,
One big, lengthening graveyard --
I am Kashmir!
Don't you hear the echo of my sorrow?
Don't you see my pathetic condition?
The soil here is drenched with human blood.
Everybody has been wrapped in the shroud of hatred.
Will this misery never end?
Will this darkness never vanish?
When will that dawn come --
When no sister will lose her brother?
Will we ever be able to learn to live?
Will there be peace and love on this earth?
Will humans stop killing humans?

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    --* A Poem For You All -- From Me *--
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FOLLOW YOUR HEART


For that strange voice that seems to come
>From no direction at all, yet
We pause to heed, though it won't lead
To any goal, dear. Aimless travel, dear.

>From no direction at all, yet
It is there -- Unravished. Unravelled. True
To any goal, dear. Aimless travel, dear?
It brings along questions in song.

It is there -- Unravished. Unravelled. True.
We pause not to quiz the voice, for
It brings along questions in song.
For us to wonder, though in fun.

We pause not to quiz the voice, for
It leads us on though leads us not
For us to wonder, though in fun :
Will we, before reaching, fall, for

It leads us on though leads us not.
Why fear? Why crave support? Why think --
Will we, before reaching, fall, for
Follow your heart, it is the start.

Why fear? Why crave support? Why think?
We pause to heed, though it won't lead --
Follow your heart, it is the start
For that strange voice that seems to come .

--Arvind Passey

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Comments, Ideas, Contributions from Readers
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(Here is a poem written by a 14 year old bundle of talent..Prarthana.
She wrote: "Your e-zine is the most interesting one I've ever ever read!!
Do try to send it more often. It's really painful to wait for 15 days for
the next issue!" Read and enjoy her poem. Do e-mail your analysis of her
poem to her at pret_theultimate@hotmail.com )

JUST ANOTHER YESTERDAY...

You're just another dream now drifting away ,
   like a vanishing wisp of cloud.
You're just another castle washed away on the sand
You're just another story long forgotten,
   in the closed chapters of my life.
You're just another pleasant tune,
   lost in the hum of everyday.
You're just another listless feather,
    floating out of reality's reach
You're just another innocent tear ,
   washing away the miseries of life
You're just another faceless figure walking past me
You're just another face in the crowd behind me
You're just another fading ripple of laughter
You're just another rising sun,
    just another shooting star
You're just another sprouting new leaf,
    making its way towards the sky
You're just another silly little joke,
    that makes you laugh till you cry
You're just another starry-eyed messiah,
   shining light upon this world
You're just another lovely memory,
   carved forever in the past.
You're just another yesterday passed....
   and my heart aches for you.


By Prarthana Jagannath,14 yrs.
e-mail: pret_theultimate@hotmail.com
(Hello Prarthana...Why don't you e-mail Neha? You two can surely meet on
the net and nurture your love for poetry together.)

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There is poetry in ASCII!

Poetry flows from the heart,
Reaches hearts,
Stays in hearts --
Maybe as an ASCII-art of the heart!

(Anyone who can contribute 'poetry in ASCII' is welcome to send it.
Let us all share these smiles in simplicity!)

                    
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                      |  |\ `' ' /
                      |  ;'aorta \      / , pulmonary
                      | ;    _,   |    / / ,  arteries
             superior | |   (  `-.;_,-' '-' ,
            vena cava | `,   `-._       _,-'_
                      |,-`.    `.)    ,<_,-'_, pulmonary
                     ,'    `.   /   ,'  `;-' _,  veins
                    ;        `./   /`,    \-'
                    | right   /   |  ;\   |\
                    | atrium ;_,._|_,  `, ' \
                    |        \    \ `       `,
                    `      __ `    \   left  ;,
                     \   ,'  `      \,  ventricle
                      \_(            ;,      ;;
                      |  \           `;,     ;;
             inferior |  |`.          `;;,   ;'
            vena cava |  |  `-.        ;;;;,;'
                      |  |    |`-.._  ,;;;;;'
                      |  |    |   | ``';;;'
                              aorta

 
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(We got this message from Zazi of Fremont, California. Thanks, Zazi. Words
of encouragement are important for attempting anything creative.)

-- train your thoughts, for they become your words.
-- train your words, for they become your actions.
-- train your actions, for they become your habits.
-- train your habits, for they will become your character.
-- train your character, for it becomes your destiny.
 
zazi >> Use your destiny to make nation strong , like a rock.....!

Good work friends....!

ZAZI
;-)
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My Hero - Swami Vivekanand

 "They Alone Live Who Live For Others
                  The Rest Are More Dead Than Alive"    
           
                                           Swami Vivekanand
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 ZAZI @ - http://www.zazi.com

 
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