The Friday Fling Takes Oxymorons Downtown!
Friday Fling #228 for April 19th 2013
A famous historian once equated civilization with cities.
Urbanization was said to provide more opportunities for social communication of ideas of all sorts,
which led to innovations, organizations, rules, order and higher culture.
This may be a controversial notion.
Given the occurrence of various evils in cities such as violence,
it might even be an oxymoron to use the term “civilized city.”
Our topic this week is to write about a city, real or imagined,
and/or anything about it, from your actual personal experiences,
to what you think you know or can imagine about cities.
An added challenge is to use at least one oxymoron.
An oxymoron is a two word phrase in which the two words have opposite meanings and when combined,
create a new meaning.
Here is an example of one that Michelle wrote awhile ago.
A Lonely Soul
She was homeless and all alone
Her lunch was half eaten cold toast
Quickly stopping her hunger moan
She was homeless and all alone
A living dead life was her zone
The silent screams she feared the most
She was homeless and all alone
Her lunch was half eaten cold toast
Michelle Marko King
09-10-12
Michelle included an oxymoron in every line above.
The oxymorons were:
all alone
cold toast
quickly stopping
living dead
silent screams
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Here is a list of ten possibilities which you could use in your urban poem:
1. Jumbo shrimp
2. Guest host
3. Mutually exclusive
4. First-strike defense
5. Upscale downtown
6. Pretty ugly
7. A little big
8. Old fad
9. Smart bomb
10. Good grief
This week the Friday Fling considers how civilized urban life is,
and tries to communicate it with an oxymoron!
Be sure to save time to read and comment unmoronically on your fellow Pals’ observations.
Then go enjoy an urbane weekend!
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Welcome everyone to the Friday Fling’s trip downtown! Pull up an oxymoron and see where in the city your muse finds a poetic urban legend!
I used the five oxymorons Michelle had used in her poem, in the order she had used them, let them take my muse into grisly pop culture, and added a couple more just for fun LOL
Okay .. Here goes me attempt at this Oxymorons Form .. Know aint even half right but maybe vibe wit give it at lease a fiver for try .. Giggles ..
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THE VISIT
(*^_^*)
I went to visit this friend in oz
They set up this big seafood Jumbo shrimp salad dish
In this Upscale downtown place they where
The Guest host waz
Pretty ugly to my sight
Old fad
My first hint waz good grief
And my very
First strike defense
Not ta be
An old fad
Be smart not bomb
But theshrimps were a little big
Yet the place waz mutually exclusive
(*^_^*)
Friend enemy
Jumbo shrimp
Love war
Upscale downtown
Good bad
Guest host
Tall short
Pretty ugly
Fat slim
Old fad
Bright dark
In out
Over under
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————— © April 18 , 2o13
Downtown Lousivlle
We used to go downtown to shop
Then, time changed with malls conveniet to home
All dressed up during the past
Now they were jeans, shots even show own flash
Not like the past it did not last
They rebuild downtown fast
Those who shop now some dress with class
Today we have malls for all
Those still show all
I can remember the days when minie skirts were short worn
Ladies were pretty with legs shown
Ladies were pretty ugly when more was shown
As one day going to work I witnessed
One walking along sidewalk glass flew warned
For 3 cars collided into each other as they viewed
Was pretty ugly as they picked a fight
Even was on the news late that night
We used to go downtown to shop
Now many work downtown and shop, too
Protected by police in malls and downtown as it grew
All inviting with trees, seating along side of streets, night clubs and restaurants new
OCKSIE MORON’S DREAM
The city is exceptionally mundane
in Ocksie Moron’s dream.
There lonely crowds honestly feign
the same differences seen.
A scattered pile of happenstance,
Infinite intimate strangers.
Sophisticated ignorance
in minefield of secure dangers.
Each acutely oblivious
to quiet cries for help.
Belabor secrets obvious
like hyperactive kelp.
To each his untouched intercourse
From each her fair injustice,
inflicting voluntary force;
interminable solstice.
Hid in plain sight, small greatness looms
among each soul’s parched spring,
for from its muses’ birthing tombs
mute songs from hearts may sing.
Though daylight nightmares’ divinity
may shape lonely cityscapes,
No limited infinity
prevents prisoners’ escapes.
For even mindless thoughts may bring
unconscious revelations,
of how to walk on ceilings,
follow leading inspirations.
Copyright April 18th 2013 RGD
This is not a wonderful way to return to the CPC, perhaps the grimmest piece I’ve ever put to paper. With apologies in advance, I hope to return soon with a brighter outlook. My prayers for peace and strength to any of you affected by the torrent of terrible events we’ve witnessed these past several months.
Urbania (Insania)
underground the urban sprawl
a concrete eden sprouts from fiery ashes
forged from melted scraps of twisted crashes
where reckless traffic met a precipitous crawl
while moms found bargains at the mall
tattered jeans are grown out of fashion
so take a hike with your backpack
it’s a tangled jungle out there Jack
hack past the clearly confused masses
to dredge up some disastrous compassion
this ain’t no place to raise a daughter
in every tree slinks wary peril
meting partial justice from a smoking barrel
and the barren arms of a thoughtless plotter
tote another lamb to useless slaughter
© Ted Meredith, April 2013
Hello (((Bob))) and everyone… Pizza’s here now and I will be right back to read everyone… Happy Friday to all! :love: