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Poetry bears the night in the morning light
and as well make known the worth of morning via the fangs of darkly night
It shines and as well bores
It bears the fame that is at a time fancy
which at another phase be quite rightly factual actually

"It can cry and smile
It can stance or pile
It can voice in sound around
Can mute like a dickhead dumb found

It can walk zillions of miles at times
It could crawl in one pace in its rhymes

Could be mild at heart today in show
Could crawl in as Everest to heave on morrow."
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Other contents:

1. Know Your Goal
2. Avoid Clichés
3. Avoid Sentimentality
4. Use Images
5. Use Metaphor and Simile
6. Use Concrete Words Instead of Abstract Words
7. Communicate Theme
8. Subvert the Ordinary
9. Rhyme with Extreme Caution
10. Revise, Revise, Revise

 Intro:

Poetry (the term derives from a variant of the
Greek term, ‌🇵‌🇴‌🇮‌🇪‌🇸‌🇮‌🇸, "making") is a form of
literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language —such as
phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning (Wikipedia). And I as a poet foe now would define poetry as ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. Tʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇx ᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sᴇʀᴠᴇs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴠɪᴀ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜsᴇ.

It has been argued severally in the past by scholars that the art of poetry had long begun before documentation began. Some said ‌🇾‌🇦‌🇾 to that whilst the others say 🅝🅐🅨 to that. They are still on it.
And to me I think it is true it had long been before the beginning of time itself. As a Christian, we believe in the story of creation and God using 7 days in all to achieve the making of all we know that are and those we are yet to find out they exist in the universe.
There was darkness and God said that let there be light. Is that not? Irony is a figure of speech which mean direct opposite to a thing expressed. God said the daylight shall be called ‌🇩‌🇦‌🇾 and its absence to be called ‌🇳‌🇮‌🇬‌🇭‌🇹 - the balance. That is antithetical. There are some lines even in Proverbs which are directly parallelism and antithesis. The same runs through Psalms and Even Ecclesiastes.

Therefore, God who inspires all this knowledge could be called a poet even. A poet is a creator. No wonder why we all are called gods. For we can create, invent. Poets have been said, according to the Greeks, to be makers.

With words, God made heaven and earth and even used words to make himself to go and rest.

Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

Poem could in other words, according to my own resolve, be the source of all in form through imagination. Everyone actually is a poet by default but only few stand out to carry out the calling. For as long as one can imagine in thoughts, langue or language, you are making.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛs ꜰʀᴏᴍ Sʜᴇʟʟᴇʏ’s 1821 ᴇssᴀʏ, A Dᴇꜰᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ , ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ:

“Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adorns all; and that which, if blighted, denies the fruit and the seed, and withholds from the barren world the nourishment and the succession of the scions of the tree of life. It is the perfect and consummate surface and bloom of all things; it is as the odor and the color of the rose to the texture of the elements which compose it, as the form and splendor of unfaded beauty to the secrets of anatomy and corruption.”

“Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.”

“Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be ‘the expression of the imagination’: and poetry is connate with the origin of man.”

“Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.”

“Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.”

“All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.”

Content proper:

To write a good poem, the writer ‌🇸‌🇭‌🇴‌🇺‌🇱‌🇩 have a destination. Should have the craft of what he or she wants to achieve at the back of his or her mind.

This will help him or her not to reach the middle and lose focus or not to know what else to think about in line and write down to make up the whole lineation.

A poet doesn't just really write. At times, he or she may write not for others to comprehend or be able to rightly critique because the content of the poem is personal. That happens at times. Even with that it is still necessary to have some sense of direction. When a writer writes like that because he or she has the firsthand experience, it is okay with the same. But others might be confused then it would not really be necessary if they are....

If for instance one is writing for poetic contest. It is highly required of the writer or the intending winner to have a sense of direction so as to be able to communicate creatively.


One thing pretty about this art is the beautiful way of making use of words.
The same words used to say something that everyone understands could be used in another way, beautifully, to make others wow. But there are some words which have been overused. Using them again would be of no surprise to the audience.

He or she would be like, I have seen this before. He used this the last time. Samuel used it 10 times yesterday. This makes the poem to look unprofessional and tasteless.

However, because poetry gives wide room for literal surprise, a cliché could be retouched to draw the attention of the reader with vivid images.

Instead of saying

Busy bee

Why not

He is becoming another reeking b͟u͟z͟z͟i͟n͟g͟ b͟a͟t͟ in town.

We all know how bats screech in a disturbing way. And majority even hate just the looks of a bat.

This means the person been addressed is being painted as someone of disgust. Someone not wanted around.
Don't allow sentiment to overshadow your intention. If you are writing to inform about someone for instance, sentiment should be withdrawn due to the intent.

There are tens other ‌🇫‌🇮‌🇬‌🇺‌🇷‌🇪‌🇸　‌🇴‌🇫　‌🇸‌🇵‌🇪‌🇪‌🇨‌🇭 which could be used in the making of poetry. This is very necessary.

You have to see yourself a doctor or mechanic. Who will only be able to work using the tools.

In literature or the writing of poetry, your tools - spanner, screw and all that are:

Imagery
Personification
Simile
Metaphor
Metonymy
Pun
Run on line/enjambment etc...

Without using them, at least few, it is not working.

A simple instance of metaphor is
John is a dog.
We all know John is a human being yes?

How then a dog?

What it is meant is giving the ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇦‌🇱‌🇮‌🇹‌🇾 of a dog to John.

Dogs fight yes?
They sleep with any other dog at will yes?

You should relate.

Simile:
John is ‌🇱‌🇮‌🇰‌🇪 a dog.

The only difference is the use of ‌🇱‌🇮‌🇰‌🇪.

Use words of things that is known or that could be touched for much more deep effect.

You want to about the sky.

Use the sun, the moon, the stars, the rainbow, the rain, the cloud: cumulus, nimbus, stratus....

The clouds are packing together painting on their faces darkly paints
With silver linen coming to the fore through the directs of the sun
Whilst the wind in the wee hour enlisted the trees as casts
And the rainbow bringing forth her colourful head with a clown.

The clouds are packing together painting on their faces darkly paints

With silver linen coming to the fore through the directs of the sun

Whilst the wind in the wee hour enlisted the trees as casts

And the rainbow bringing forth her colourful head with a clown.

You could all close your eyes and imagine these things happening. The four lines have already taken you into another world of fancy entirely. Is it entirely fancy, they are things we could see or in fact touch.

Each poet has their own styles. These styles distinguish them from the others.

The style of Shakespeare is not the same thing as John Milton's.

My own style is not like that of World Barnabas who is a good poet and a friend.

Your own style is what you have to work on.

Work on it to the extent that people or readers don't have to see your name attached to the work before they know you are the writer. That is your symbol.

But yet, in or with your style, know what you want to convey and make sure you don't publish it till it is achieved.

Trust me, it is in poetry where making mountain out of mole hill is allowed. There is even a figure of speech for that, ‌🇭‌🇾‌🇵‌🇪‌🇷‌🇧‌🇴‌🇱‌🇪 or exaggeration.

E. G.

My father is taller than the seventh heaven.

How possible?!

What I am though saying is that my dad is very tall.

The princess embarked on a stony sleep for ages long.

That is another one.

How could a princess sleep for ages?

An age is 💯 years.

Today, we have spoken poets and they are making wave. They are making wave mainly based on rhythm and intonation.

Remember:

‌🇵‌🇷‌🇦‌🇨‌🇹‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪　‌🇲‌🇦‌🇰‌🇪‌🇸　‌🇵‌🇪‌🇷‌🇫‌🇪‌🇨‌T. 　

Not even the father of English Literature,  ‌🇼‌🇮‌🇱‌🇱‌🇮‌🇦‌🇲　‌🇸‌🇭‌🇦‌🇰‌🇪‌🇸‌🇵‌🇪‌🇦‌🇷‌🇪 or ‌🇼‌🇴‌🇱‌🇪　‌🇸‌🇴‌🇾‌🇮‌🇳‌🇰‌🇦 got there overnight.

©Jodekss Writing and Editing Services

The breed which should surfeit of blood via verity bloodshed
 As he'd reeled of the ikon crossings on 'em inner hall's wall
 With their family tree fervent in frequency with seasons of feeding feast
 "In so thousands of storeys you'd fall on cactus crust and yet roar like bear
 With thy speed swift as the passage of cheetah in-form of electrical charge
 And the thus thy approaching feet being the cuss causing shiver for our opposing clan..."
 Quoth his fervid friend whose pointed pair fangs fall from far on either sides
 A glutton beast whose lungs rest not from fresh feed from nightly hunt
 The age-long compeer of Sadmore whom he saved from burning in light.
Lives he cursed in cloud-cuckoo-land -- as the thee of so much divergment
 So light in weight reliever, warrior in guise whenever nights nigh
 Saving his graceful souls for the best of the paradise to pour
 Behaving knightly in actions yet keeping the good girls good and
 Leading the bad boys back into their bad baskets from rooftops on darkly
 veils with glittering crimson diamond eyes gleaming fearsomely whilst
 His rare reddish hair be stacked right across his seeing sight to fly as his
 presence only pause the mo to save n' leave with clouds whirling apart
 Would fight and take shots to the sides and fore and to save the city so
 to come in as the prince later to nurse the wounds which should have healed
 Should he use his fangs to feed on man to be in stronger shape to fight
 Would wear the king's worth in the morn and noon with pretence of
 Every of 'em nightly effect always put behind with frankly face of a villain
 One vegetarian vamp whose course had been morphed off course of cause
 To be different as the referent whose fangs only wet juices as blood's gross.
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