Neil Hester

All poems © Neil Hester unless otherwritten

Location: North Carolina, United States

Thursday, January 10, 2008

A Bit on English

English is an awfully strange language.


"Pronounce this word: rough."


"No, ruhf."


"Good. Let's try this one now: trough."


"No, that would be trof."


"Very nice. Let's add another letter: through."


"Hmm... try again."


"No, no... throo."


"Good job. Last one... thorough."


"No, tr-"

"Thoruhf? Thorof?"

"...Boy, this is kinda rough, isn't it?"


"...Good for you."


Naturally, I love the English language.

Take Care,

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

A Little Love for the New Year

Y'know, I never get very excited at the arrival of a new year; I rarely make resolutions (why wait if you want to change something about yourself?), and nothing super-important happened on January 1st, as far as I know. Days, months, years, they're measurements more than anything else. However, I suppose I do take some joy in looking back at the previous year, so let's look at some highlights from 2007:

  • Had 5 poems published at Cosmoetica and 4 at Monsters and Critics
  • Wrote 47 poems (including my first prose poem)
  • Found a couple very dear people, Corinna and Thomas
  • Had a few articles published (and wrote my first book review)
  • Learned some remarkable music (Chichester Psalms in particular)
  • Went to the Philippines
  • Joined choir
  • Scored a 229 on the PSAT

Overall, I had a great year, and my prospects for next year seem quite good. Best of wishes to everyone for the coming times; can we get a little love in here, Cheshire? Drag a poem out here or something of the sort~


Sonnet by a Lover

The sentiment carries past words
To affect the loved. To tell of birds
And bees is a matter of love and not
Of lovely words when sung to a girl
That knots the soul with a thrilling twirl
And a stilling smile. Intent affects
A line living, penned in a pining daze
For the other. Time to reflect is spent
On the other; everything else is hazed.
Helpless to bareness, he renders
Rhymes to limn a better time;
His words are rich with candor.

At pensive tides, when two are two apart,
A sonnet, poorly written, stokes the heart.


Thanks, Cheshire ^^

Editors take a dreadfully long time to respond, and my poems generally get turned down anyhow, so it's nice being able to put something out there myself here and there, even if it's not quite the same. I suppose it gets frustrating, having good poems sitting around, read only by the writer (and, perhaps, a few other select individuals), so the control of a blog is, in a sense, therapeutic. Ah well~ Take care, folks ^^