Word Art

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but who really determined that?

Personally I find it hard to believe, a claim not based in studies or fact

For can a picture of a yellowed wood, convey the heart of Robert Frost?

Can one painted work describe Juliette’s love how she had it and how it’s lost?

Would a sketch of green ham tell the story of Sam and inspire new endeavors?

Can a snapshot of Pooh bear and Christopher Robin tell of a friendship that last forever?

Yet museums still charge lots of money just to look,

While libraries beg for you to come take a book.

And I want the world to see what I’ve always known in my heart

That words, as much as paintings, are an amazing form of art.

Spoonerism

"WAVE THE SAILS!" Jimmy yelled. "Have it your way" the captain replied.  Jimmy started crying.  It was an unfortunate spoonerism. He really wanted to say, "Save the Whales.” We saw him screaming from the boat that was drifting farther and farther out to sea, the sails waving in the wind.

Spoonerism

1. the transposition of initial or other sounds of words, usually by  accident, as in a blushing crow for a crushing blow.

Panglossian

Prince Stephen grieved in the dungeon.  His father was slain and his mother’s screams still echoed in his ears.  “We’ll get the kingdom back” chimed the little servant boy who was arrested with the prince.  This initially annoyed Stephen, but with time, he came to appreciate the boy’s Panglossian comments. 

Panglossian
adjective 
characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or  adversity.

Recondite

Recondite: dealing with very profound, difficult, or abstruse subject matter

Rob Wright's rallying roar really repelled the republicans.  Rob cried regarding rights and recondite rhetoric that rarely receive recognition from political race runners.  Rob rallied for resources and revenue from the rich republicans, but for a range of reasons Rob's roar didn't resonate.  They retorted, "Rob's running the wrong race."

Coriaceous

Coriaceous- of or like leather

He swept me off my feet, literally. My feet didn't touch the ground between my porch and his car. He opened the door and set me on the coriaceous seat. He was a gentleman. It was a first date I'd never forget, because I'd never have a first date again.

Barghest

I stared deeply into the eyes of the barghest.  He had his lips pulled back so as to show off his teeth. I knew he wouldn’t attack, but that’s not what antagonized me. It was the mystery of what awaited.  Death? That was certain. The how? That is another story.

                                           

Jotunheim

His whole life was rather bleak

At eight feet tall, he was considered a freak

But then he left, to live with his mother’s kin

Instead of staring up, they looked down upon him

Normal at last because perspectives aren’t the same

When you make your home, in a Jotunheim

Lycanthrope

The lycanthrope approached. It was strange to hear John's voice come from the wolf's body. He said he'd never forgive me. I reached for my knife, but then I froze. My guilt tormented me. Our eyes met, he saw my regret. I was left with life, just one less arm.

Taphephobia

Death.  It is a thought that scares most everybody.  But not me.  Death I imagine as a rather pleasant experience.  When one is dead there is nothing to fear.  A man, when dead, doesn’t notice the small space.  Yes I do not suffer from thanatophobia, it’s taphephobia that afflicts me. 

Creatively Kenny: A Chiasmus

I decided to try my hand at a chiasmus.  This is unexplored territory for me.  Just in case you don't know what chaismus is, it's a style of poetry that follows an ABCBA pattern.  It can be as long as you want, and the center of the poem is the main point.  My format is short, it's an ABCDCBA.  Enjoy :)


The paint brush trembles in my hand
The clay crumbles in my grasp
The crayon strays beyond the lines
And yet I am Creatively Kenny
With sentences I make the lines and fill them with ease
I mold the letters and they do not break
My hands brush across the keyboard and lovely words are formed

Happy Birthday Hannah

Hannah - Word cloud - WordItOut



I made a word cloud of the last 250 words that Hannah has posted on Facebook.  The cloud can be seen at the above link, but I will write a poem about Hannah using the dominant words in the cloud.



"Love", "Went", "Good", "Day", "Made", "Teaching", "Thanks", "Time", "Just", "Happy", "Earth", "All", "Today"

What a day

Today today, oh what a day.  The day of Hannah's birth.

Just seventeen years have come and gone since she first came to Earth

Oh happy day, good day indeed, the time has finally come

a celebration made possible, thanks to dad and mum

Seventeen years, well spent I'd say, teaching everyone

to love one another and always do good, a force as bright as the sun

and so now I quote, or paraphrase, the words of good Saint Nick

that night so long ago, I'm sure you know how the saying went.

as the Jolly old man more or less cried in delight

Happy Birthday to Hannah,"and to all a good night"

I just want to say how cool it was to see the biggest word in the cloud is Love.  What an awesome demonstration of how amazing my little sister is.  I love you Hannah!

Dear Future Missionary

Some try to describe the air, the food, the feeling that fills the center of training for missionaries,
they say there's excitement, and chatter, and whispers, as nervous young men begin this new phase,
they say you'll get fat but hard working, as you eat a lot, read a lot, learn a lot.
They say the teachers are the best in the world, (mine is better than yours),
but the saddest moment comes 6 weeks later when you're leaving the once entered doors.

Then some might attempt the even loftier task of describing the emotions that come in the field
they might describe the strangeness, awkwardness, and comical experiences, that everyone has,
they might have learned a language and struggled, maybe they asked for more, when they were already full,
they might tell you how great the joy is of seeing an investigator in church or someone overcome sin.
the indescribable joy that only comes when seeing someone you've taught in the waters of baptism.

Lots of people will try and describe the "best two years" but its impossible to do.
You'll never understand what a missionary feels, until you're a missionary too.

A sweet 50 word story

 

It was the first day of school, the English teacher asked each student to introduce themselves and to answer 4 questions:

What did you have for breakfast?

What’s your favorite dessert?

How do you feel about writing?

What’s your favorite saying?

One little boy laughed and said, “Piece of cake.”

 

A tribute to fathers and grandmas

The mother that raised a man, that had a son, the mother that raised a father is certainly grand indeed,
and maybe that's why a child can see, because he see's greatness in his father that even his father can't see, the child recognizes the grandness of the mother that raised his father
and that's why to the father, a mother she always will be, but because of his greatness the child will say, the mother that raised my great father is a grandmother indeed.