John Hanover

Hanover, is a professional artist and his writings can be described as very visual. Having the mindset of a visual artist, always looking to experiment with form and imagery. Why say the sun is setting or rising ( which is fine ) when you can say it’s a burning rose shedding its pedals of lights as an example.
Having come back to writing, starting off his Poetry journey by writing lyrical style poems he managed to get two of them published in 2006 EA’s “ Brother My Cup “ published out of Germany. Exploring the world of poetic forms, learning their rules and giving him a better understanding of how rhymes work. Hanover has even created his own forms with both complex and easy structures and rhyme schemes.
Explore, expand, or edit are the main criteria for his writings. Anything from minimal and quick to complex and epic.

 

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The chorus is a short poem I wrote when experimenting with the Nava Rasa ( Nine Emotional States ) from Hindi/Sanskrit. The verses are a variation off of my poetic form in regards to repeating the first line at the end of the verse. As with all my offerings I can edit or expand as needed. Spent years as a professional florist, so imagery and terms associated with and flowers will find their way into my works every now and then.
A little less conventional than my usual writing. A faster, and easier rhyme scheme with its pacing could be more Rap or Hip Hop. All of my lyrics are open to any genre.
A slight homage to Classic Country in trying to drink away the heartache. The chorus hook came to me in a dream, and how rain catches random lighting looking similar to the bands in a Porcupine’s quill and stings as it sobers up the broken hearted man.
From the Blue Orchid series. An experiment with language, it is English, but less common a little more island like. One could even say this is Reggae or Ska like in its wording.
Just an optimistic write about wanting the wishes to come true, even though you have no coins. Might come across as old fashioned, but the theme is timeless. At some point we can always picture ourselves as the sleepless dreamer.