Lada's poem anthology

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the third poetry anthology

by: L.T. ( mostly )


dedication: I, hereby dedicate this anthology to the reader, because you took the time to care about my work.


Fairy-tale logic by: A.E Stallings

Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks: Gather the chin hairs of a man-­‐eating goat, Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat, Select the prince from a row of identical masks, Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote, Or learn the phone directory by rote. Always it’s impossible what someone asks— You have to Fight magic with magic. You have to believe That you have something impossible up your sleeve, The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak, An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke, The will to do whatever must be done: Marry a monster. Hand over your Firstborn son.

A simple poem with plenty of allusion and a simple rhyme scheme, fairy tale logic is a poem the captures the imagina7on and makes you want to go back to the fairy tale that you grew up with.


SONNET XCIV William Shakespeare They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they do most do show, Who moving others are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces, And husband nature’s riches from expense, They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer’s Flower is to summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that Flower with base infection meet, The barest weed out braves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds. Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

This sonnet is fairly long and extremely descrip7ve, crea7ng a blooming image in your mind of if there is always something underneath the layers that you can see, always something to surprise, impress, or disturb you. The theme shows that we can never really know all of our iden7ty, no ma>er what we will always be seeing something new in ourselves. But some7mes people outside our selves can see the slow ro@ng all the while we think ourselves perfect. This poem has a simple abab rhyming scheme, as all sonnets do, with the basic 10 syllable per line,4 lines in 3 stanzas and the 2 line rhyming couplet at the end.


Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by: William Wordsworth There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;-­‐-­‐ Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

This poem is something else, it doesn’t have a consistent rhyme scheme (though this isn’t the whole poem it’s only a sec7on) the theme and the tone are very similar in this poem they are both cheerful. To be specific the theme would be the comparison to the innocence of childhood verses the realis7c view of an adult


Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.

ELDORADO by: Edgar allan poe

But he grew old-­‐ This knight so bold-­‐ And o’er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot on the ground That looked like Eldorado

And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow-­‐ “Shadow” said he, “Where can it be-­‐ This land of Eldorado?”

“Over the mountains Of the moon, Down the valley of shadow, Ride, boldly ride,” The shade replied,-­‐ “If you seek for Eldorado

The knight is riding through the land, dedica7ng his life into something he believes, never doub7ng his choice. I Think that in the end the knight does find Eldorado some how, in someway even if he dies with his life wish unfulfilled, he s7ll finds the city of gold in death. A bi>er-­‐ sweet poem, that finds the best In the knight, he might have been naïve but you are what you stand for and if you stand for nothing what are you really? The poem features repe77on at the end of every paragraph by saying “ Eldorado”. From what I can see the rhyming pa>ern is aacbb. The tone is gloomy but at the end maybe a bit hopeful. The theme might be standing for what you believe in.


NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by: Robert Frost Nature's 4irst green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a 4lower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

This poem’s theme talks about how the greatest things can’t last, And how nothing is permanent with a simple rhyme aabb it expresses how special the things we have are and how we have to treasure them while we can. And it also includes allusion when frost says Eden. The literary elements would be a few element for example when the poem says “ her early leaf’s a flower” or even “ nature’s first green is gold”. There might also be a a concrete where frost keeps refering to plants and comparing them to something more valuable like gold or flowers.


Lightening Flashing, Thunder roaring ferociously, And rain pouring down.

I picked a storm because I think that a storm is the most interesting natural thing in existence, each storm is almost a person it rages or just rains, it thunders and rumbles I love storms because it expresses emotion through sound, light, wind and rain in something that can help the earth grow and Mlourish. The kigo might be rain signify that the poem is about spring. Ferociously, would probably be the kireji in this haiku since the Mirst two lines are about thunder and lightening which are in basically one thing, and the third line is rain though still connected to lightening, it’s not as close as thunder.


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Savior of the dreaming dead

Emerald leaves and diamond trees, Swaying under the unseen breeze, The land of dreams and death, Of golden rivers and black Fire. While there glides the sylph of breath, Into the towering spire, This is the land where you mind lives, With many different worlds and places, Maybe with singing throughout the octaves, Or even with fazes and Finches and faces. This is where a clumsy thief steals the crown jewels, Or a supposed hero slays an innocent dragon, Why not add in an ugly fairy sitting on frogstools Even a shaman sharpening a stolen spear. All these little worlds and many more live inside everyone, No matter how boring or plain.

This poem is set up strangely, which I wanted to do purposely since it is about something strange and abstract, especially the rhyming, it doesn’t follow a speciFic pattern except maybe around the middle where it turns into a basic abab rhyme scheme. I also made this poem into somewhat of a mutilated sonnet but with 2 couplets (one at the beginning and one at the end), not a speciFic amount of syllables in each line and the last couplet doesn’t rhyme. There is some alliteration on the 10th line. The theme is almost a physical representation of a universe that encompasses our dreams whereas the tone is pretty whimsical especially around the 4th paragraph where I took normal stories and changed them to show how odd we can all be.


This little mocking bird

A hot air balloon aFloat in the air, White sand burning through a sandal sole With pine forests and fair mountains blue in the east. And golden landscape to the west, With inFinite Fields of wheat And bright sunFlowers glowing like sunlight. South is a sea of black, churning oil Mixed with the glint of metal and plastic. Far, far, far away, north of all these things There was a shining city where Buildings were perfect and tall, The people were ignorant and happy, And completely protected against anything that dwelt out side their perfect walls. But one day this all changed when a small mocking bird Flew over their tall walls, The perfect people started panicking and screamed, shouting that a horrible monster had come This little mocking bird was terriFied, it screeched and Flew away, never to be seen again.

This poem serves two purposes about my identity. The First is to illustrate all the landscapes I have grown up with: the mountains from Alberta, the “black” sea and the wheat with sunFlowers from Ukraine. The city was part of my second purpose, in the theme, to demonstrate a place where the citizens of the city let go of any real purpose in their lives and made them selves into bubbleheads. Though this poem does not rhyme I think it does have a bit of a rhythm in the First 8 lines of the poem. There is one simile in the poem in the 6th line where I compare sunlight to sunFlowers. I think that if I had made this poem rhyme I wouldn’t be able to say everything I wanted to.


A lesson almost learnt Long ago there was a war on this desolate plain, A war between humanity and the land. A war that stretched through the eons The humans were greedy yet the earth still gave. These people gave up on knowledge and became animals, They preyed on everything they could; the earth, the other animals and themselves. But in the end the earth was changed, unable to support life. Everything was dead once again as it was in the beginning. Then the rain came and the sunlight shone. And the earth was restored to how it liked to be. This cycle started again as it always would, The humans appeared again but now they thought “We know this now so how do we keep from repeating it? Even if history repeats there is always hope.” But they did not know that time had started again and that the same moment was repeating, again and again.

Analysis: the only literary elements are theme and tone. The themes are almost environmental concern, at the beginning, yet it changes to history repeating itself and having hope to change near the end. The tone is a bit grim for most of the poem but changes to something more hopeful in the end.


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MY NAME; LADA

The Slavic goddess of harmony, merriment, spring, love and beauty is whom I was named after. Shown as a young woman with blonde or brown hair and always carrying flowers. In some old folk songs lada is called lado but in mythology I’m still lada. My parents didn’t like any other name except for Lada. They considered Natalia but then they thought it was too common and that I should have a unique name which i agree with because natalia sounds a bit too posh and it is very common name in ukraine even in canada you hear it once in a while but Lada is extremely exception making me a bit more unique which I like. Harmony is great for something constant, but if it’s something fleeting like a day, then I love chaos. I never thought of changing my name even though some people think I was named after a car. If I absolutely had to change it I would pick a long name, something I could shorten maybe a name like Victoria or Elizabeth. My name is short, it’s only 4 letters long but I’m used to it, it’s easy to pronounce although a longer name seems more important. Though a more important name doesn’t mean that the person who has it is more important, I share my name with a goddess so i have never thought i wasn’t important just because my name was shorter than others names. Lada isn’t me but I am Lada.

My name is the most constant and least changeable part of my identity, I define my

name but I will always be Lada the goddess of harmony, merriment, spring, love and beauty.


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