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The Pen Master ©

There is a fine balance between expression and control. Poetry in an excellent way to find that balance. Mastered meter and possibly rhyme, to avant-garde free verse is bent and willed as the poet's great message finds freedom on the page. My goal, to find this balance... Everything on this blog is copyright © by P. Allan Frederick and permission must be granted in order to copy or use any content!

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I am a passionate and compassionate Biblican who is also deeply into the arts. I can defend doctrines and bring people to God, but I also am a fine art painter and creator and have published poetry in several magazines including Pegasus, Envoi, and a hand full of times in the local paper. I also have a POD Poetry Book which can be bought on Amazon.com called "September Blue" by P. Allan Frederick.

Friday, August 25, 2006

New Poem

I wrote a new poem and wanted to share. It is kind of themed along the lines of a couple of poems in my newly finished manuscript, which I decided to self publish (I just need to make some copies, and when I do, you all can ask for one and I’ll send it to you), but it is not near as long as the other two. Here it is:

Still Wondering Still

Perhaps, just perhaps
our planet, within our solar
system, within our galaxy, within
our galaxy cluster, within our cluster's
cluster is what is to a Mega
Macro verse, as what an
electron is to us? And
in this Mega Macro verse is the
dwelling of God. Then,
perhaps on this little microscopic
subatomic electron is a dwelling of
some microscopic subatomic person
laying down on his subatomic bed,
writing this poem.

If this it be, then what is the
Mega Macro Poet doing to prepare us
into transformation to become His
bride? With the usage of spirit
technology, He is reversing the
negative ion of a positron-ic
spirit and filling those subatomic
people with His Mega Macroscopic
Spirit, only obtainable one way.

Only one portal can we under
go this soon enough transformation
that portal being the
Mega Macro micro sub atomic
POET known as JESUS CHRIST

Doh!

Somehow, all of my bookmarks got erased. That is about three or four year’s worth of book marking. I probably filled it beyond any limit there is and it crashed or something. I book mark almost anything that I would at anytime want to possibly revisit. I don’t know where they went, but I wish I did.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

A New Limerick

I started a new blog where I can discuss and express my more spiritual side. I used to have a rant blog, but I grew weary with it, and my therapist said I should drop it. Being the automaton that I am, I did exactly what she said (she has worked with me and miracles have happened in my mental recovery, so although not Christian, I still trust her greatly.). But, I find that I am overly expressing myself on other people’s blog’s, and it is because I am stifling that large part of me that must express its true voice, and so, if you wish, visit http://the-deep-reader.blogspot.com/ and you should see my first, maybe second post. I have some work to do with it, and it is going to be mostly initiated by a response to something that I have read, either in the bible, book, or magazine (maybe online too).

Well, I sent in my entrants to be judged for the FPS Annual Poetry Contest. It turns out that not many people entered. That is good and bad. It’s good because I have a better chance of winning. It’s bad because it doesn’t fairly represent what is going on in this region as far as talent and skill are concerned. I’m still up some formidable “foes” as it were, but there is some serious skill and talent in this region and I know that they are not representing themselves in this competition.

This whole issue is the responsibility of the officers of the FPS, one of which am I. It had occurred to me that since we were doing so well in our treasury, we should run an ad in the paper with the rules, categories, and entrance directions so more people could know about it. I think that except for our club, no one else even knew it was happening. Well, I didn’t force the issue, and I could have. I guess this is only my third year for the contest, and I assumed that this was already happening. It turns out that it wasn’t. I won’t make the same mistake next year. We will run an ad; especially if we do as well with fund raising during the FPS Poetry in the Park Festival that we have. We made three hundred dollars last spring, and we still have it. We should have run an ad. Well, we learn from our mistakes and move on!

Some of our members had mentioned our potential in working with students this year in order to encourage the poetic arts and literary skills. I think that this is a great idea. In fact, I just might suggest that we redo our contest for the students, make it a holiday competition, with publication in mind, team up with the local paper, and really go for it. The club could judge, and it could really be great. This isn’t entirely my idea, but I like the way I’m thinking.

Here is a Limerick:

King Saul
King Saul displeased the Lord
and fell on his own sword
when he was dead
they took his head
and hung it up on a board

Monday, August 07, 2006

Update...

Well, Tina asked when I am going to update. So, this is it. It HAS been a while, but I have had a great deal going on in my life as far as my health is concerned, and I am just now getting “normal”, or at least as normal as I can get. It has been a real rough ride, including several stays at the hospital, a stress test, a heart cath, hallucinogens, insomnia with extreme nausea, and more. I know this isn’t really writing related, but I would like to give an update. Basically what happened is this: Being on SSD, I was forced to go on the new GWB Medicare Rx plan. Well, the provider mandated that in order for them to cover certain medications, I would have to try cheaper alternatives that should produce the same effect. I’m not talking generics to name brand, but different drugs all together. Well, it has taken 6 years and multiple doctors in order to get the medicated balance that I have, and they messed with it big time. It totally screwed me up. I mean it almost killed me. It makes me furious just to think about it. My doctor said that he’d back me up if I sued, but I’m not the suing kind. I will just work out my anger in prayer and therapy, sin confession and continuing my ever quest for a contrition before all mankind. But still…

Anyway, I have been preparing for this years poetry contest with the FPS, and been writing some great poetry (if I say so myself). I’ve been working on a Sonnet and limerick this past weekend. I forgot how much I enjoy writing Sonnet. It is no wonder that Keats excelled in Sonnet (both Italian and Elizabethan). However, being the master that he was, he could do these things in just minutes. For signing up for my “The American Poetry Review” I got a free copy of “64 Sonnets of John Keats” or something like that. I already had a Keats book, but this one was way cool. Anyway, my rhythm is slightly off on my Sonnet, and I’m trying to fix it today. What I mean is that, using Iambic Pentameter, which is five feet, or five “beats” a line, and some of my lines run half a beat behind. Look at the rhythm of Iambic Pentameter – duh DUH duh DUH duh DUH duh DUH duh DUH. Well, half of my lines are short that last DUH; with just 4 and ½ feet. But, it really works as far as what the lines say, and the need is to find one extra syllable to make different. Look here, this is what I mean:

Line #3 – Ye align thyself with him whose plot = 4½ feet
Line #4 – Is to ruin the gift of the one above = 5½
Line #14 – Be wise and pray ‘here not to his deceit. = 5

Of course with Sonnet, which can be arguably a 14 or 17 line poem, with the Elizabethan Sonnet, lines 1 and 3 rhyme, lines 2 and 4 rhyme, line 5 and 7 rhyme, line 6 and 8 rhyme, lines 9 and 11 rhyme, lines 10 and 12 rhyme and then lines 13 and 14 rhyme back to back. So the rhyme scheme looks like this ababcdcdefefgg; with the true Iambic Pentameter (five rhythmic beats).

Truthfully, I don’t write a great deal of Sonnet, but I still like it. What I have to do to keep straight is to literally write

a
b
a
b
c
d
c
d

and so forth down the page and use that as a guide. It helps tremendously.

Along with finishing my Jesus and the M16 manuscript (today!), and writing poetry for the contest, I am also working on research on opening a book store here in Flatwoods. I am also looking to see about opening one in Ashland, but one thing at a time. From my research so far, Flatwoods looks like a prime location for this idea. Also, the research that I have done also indicates that used book stores are thriving from online sales. I am interested in a New/Used bookstore, including mag.’s, comics, Children’s, and maybe even text books. It won’t take much money to make this happen, and that is the cool thing. I think we just might be able to manage this whole thing. Hopefully, in the long run, I can make it so that my wife won’t have to work. She manages the house and home so well, but when she works full time like she does, she can’t get everything done (yes, I do help out) that she wants to get done. It is frustrating for her. I would like to change that and make it a smoother area in her life, less stress! Also, I am able to make some income while still on disability. All I have to do is at the end of the year, I report it on my taxes. I have like a year and a half to see if the situation will work out before loosing my SSD. Also, I don’t think that I could run the store, myself, full or even part time. That means that I would have to hire management and staff. But, that would be all worked out in the biz and action plan. I am very much looking forward to this, and I work on it as often as possible. I test myself to see what I am capable of each day, and whether or not I could manage a management team. I am convinced that I am. I am way excited about both projects. If you would like a copy of the manuscript, let me know and I’ll send you one. I may have to charge you for the copy, and the dollar to send it, if I can’t swing it myself, but I’d be glad to do such.