There was a young lady of Fleet,
Her poems she'd never complete,
This Limerick's an example,
for you to sample,
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There was a young lady of Fleet,
Her poems she'd never complete,
This Limerick's an example,
for you to sample,
She grew out her bangs
To cover her eyes,
So lovely once,
Now scarred.
Thank you for the entries!
Dark Muse: I don't normally think of aliens as beautiful, but you've changed that for me.
Pendragon: This is a nice comparison of lived time with time used as one of the coordinates in space.
cacian: When water wakes us up it gives us enough consciousness to realize we're alive.
tailor STATELY: Nice contrast between a space probe and global warming.
prendrelemick: I was wondering if one could somehow fit a limerick into this form when I first heard of it.
moonbird: I liked the idea of her using her bangs to cover her scars.
The challenge with this form is that it is so short but still potentially longer than a haiku. I enjoyed all the entries. They could all be winners.
Winner: tailor STATELY
Congratulations!
tailor STATELY congratulations and thank you YesNo.
Congratulations TAILOR STATELY!
Thank you!
Next a Shadorma: meter = 3/5/3/3/7/5
A Shadorma may have more than one stanza, and generally does not rhyme, with each stanza following the 3/5/3/3/7/5 meter.
An example written on LitNet: http://www.online-literature.com/for...light=Shadorma
Entries end January 21st, 2013. Good writing!Quote:
pencil thin ~a shadorma
pencil thin
thoughts of compassion
up against
egoism
a narcissistic aura
hangs heavy and low
(c)2006 Susan Sonnen
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Forever
Unbelievable
Forever
And ever
Expecting only peaceful
Night not this bright light.
Soft words
whispered in the night
tender love
loving care
pride and joy light up her eyes
new mother and child
Pendragon
(C) 12/27/2012
For my lovely daughter and new grandson, Logan!
Snow
Placid snow
drifting quietly
through the night
arriving
as the killer in shadow
utterly unknown
skies above
high in clear blue light
drifting stars
scenic mars
the air fills up to stardom
briskly lifting life
Butterfly
Tissue paper wings
She whispers
With perfumed
Breath, the secrets of her world
And what lies beyond.
Times up !
Will come back to render judgment asap.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
YesNo.......................An interesting take on the eternities.
Pendragon...................A very tender poem. Perhaps "softest words" to fit the meter in L1. Congratulations re: your new grandson.
Dark Muse...................Snow as a malevolent force. Reminds me of James Kim and his misadventure; and others more recent.
cacian......................"drifting stars/scenic mars" tickled me.
moonbird...................."She whispers/With perfumed Breath"; pheramones and their role in the butterfly's world of mystery. Delightful.
And the winner is...
moonbird !!!
Congratulations all !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
moonbird congratulations and tailor STATELY thank you :)
Congrats Moonbird!
This is due for renewal anyone?!!
OK Cacian, I'll restart it Wonder what happened to Moonbird? It's been a month?
Let's use the term "I Believe" for a Petrarchan sonnet form poem. Examples here: http://www.world-class-poetry.com/Pe...an-Sonnet.html
Cut off Date March 17
Though intellectually I suppose
The reasons we might give would be complete
And cogent having premises that meet
The tests for truth our common sense still knows,
The mind is weak as waywardly it goes
And leads us to its ends, both false and sweet,
Confusing us when we thought we would greet
The Source that all life hides and also shows.
It's not the mind, but rather it's the heart
Convincing through compassion filled with play
Till even a sharp mind grows true and strong.
It's not the mind that made the spirit start
The melting with the Lord that blessed day
When love's forgiveness transformed every wrong.
I've had this idea for some time but never settled on a format until now.
Prologue -
KJV Judges 9:8-15:
8 "The trees went forth on a time to anoint a king over them; and they said unto the olive tree, Reign thou over us.
9 But the olive tree said unto them, Should I leave my fatness, wherewith by me they honour God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees?
10 And the trees said to the fig tree, Come thou, and reign over us.
11 But the fig tree said unto them, Should I forsake my sweetness, and my good fruit, and go to be promoted over the trees?
12 Then said the trees unto the vine, Come thou, and reign over us.
13 And the vine said unto them, Should I leave my wine, which cheereth God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees?
14 Then said all the trees unto the bramble, Come thou, and reign over us.
15 And the bramble said unto the trees, If in truth ye anoint me king over you, then come and put your trust in my shadow: and if not, let fire come out of the bramble, and devour the cedars of Lebanon."
The Poem -
{ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petrarchan_sonnet meter: ABBAABBA followed by "...in Italian sonnets in English... c d d c e e and c d c d e e are also used."}
A New King
Preparations for a new king were made
For rulers should never be unrighteous
As the bramble was wont; nor covetous
Like unto the vine, fig, and olive bade
But whom amongst all the kingdom is staid ?
All bowed heads as if the wind boisterous
Solemn in prayer, to Him, of Holiness
Prepared hearts to what the Spirit conveyed
Whereby a willow wizened much in years
Whose time was spent wholly upon God's course
Was chosen o'er all; all rejoiced with tears
Celebrating; quaffing from Shiloh's source
Unto the Lord become they consecrate
Their covenants, ye, ever consummate
3/14/2013
Epilogue -
King David seeks to battle the Philistines again:
2 Samuel 5:23-25:
23 "And when David inquired of the Lord, he said, Thou shalt not go up; but fetch a compass behind them, and come upon them over against the mulberry trees.
24 And let it be, when thou hearest the sound of a going in the tops of the mulberry trees, that then thou shalt bestir thyself: for then shall the Lord go out before thee, to smite the host of the Philistines.
25 And David did so, as the Lord had commanded him; and smote the Philistines from Geba until thou come to Gazer."
Absalom, King David's son, seeks to battle against David for the Kingdom:
2 Samuel 18:6-10, 14-17, 33
6 "So the people went out into the field against Israel: and the battle was in the wood of Ephraim;
7 Where the people of Israel were slain before the servants of David, and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand men.
8 For the battle was there scattered over the face of all the country: and the wood devoured more people that day than the sword devoured.
9 And Absalom met the servants of David. And Absalom rode upon a mule, and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak, and his head caught hold of the oak, and he was taken up between the heaven and the earth; and the mule that was under him went away.
10 And a certain man saw it, and told Joab, and said, Behold, I saw Absalom hanged in an oak."
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14 "Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak.
15 And ten young men that bare Joab’s armour compassed about and smote Absalom, and slew him.
16 And Joab blew the trumpet, and the people returned from pursuing after Israel: for Joab held back the people.
17 And they took Absalom, and cast him into a great pit in the wood, and laid a very great heap of stones upon him: and all Israel fled every one to his tent.
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33 And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!"
2 Samuel 23: 1-5:
1 "Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said,
2 The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my tongue.
3 The God of Israel said, the Rock of Israel spake to me, He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God.
4 And he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
5 Although my house be not so with God; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow."
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Taking both poems into consideration, you're up, YesNo! And Tailor, nice sonnet! Winner is YesNo!
Thanks, Pendragon! The next form will be a limerick.
Deadline: April 14th, a month from now.
Here's a link for examples: http://www.webexhibits.org/poetry/ex..._examples.html
My Bawdy Limerick ^_^
A virgin to limericks was Mel
She wanted to try one, don't tell
She unbuttoned her wit
Bared her unholy writ
Now her limerick's exposed, oh well
When a fellow like me gets the blues
I like to go to bed and just snooze
Some say "Get your tail out of there
But they had better beware
Of the language I can use if I choose!
It is time to judge this contest!
Melanie: I liked the part about unbuttoning your wit.
Pendragon: I liked the part about the kind of language one could be subjected to.
They are both good and funny which is what really counts. I will call you both winners, but assign to Melanie the task to come up with the next form.
Congratulations, Melanie!
Thank you YesNo!!...that was so much fun to do. I have to do some homework and then I'll return asap with a new form....be right back!
Your next poetry form is...
Triolet
A poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
DEADLINE: May 7
Two Examples:
In Mourning Black
In response to "All in Green" by e.e. cummings
Fair maid, clad all in mourning black
Rides off upon her golden steed.
A mocking gesture: heart she lack'd.
Fair maid, clad all in mourning black,
Sheds not a tear and turns her back
With no regrets for wicked deeds.
Fair maid, clad all in mourning black,
Rides off upon her golden steed.
Copyright © 2003 Dendrobia
Mourning Twilight
In response triolet to James Joyce "She Weeps Over Rahoon"
Embrace twilight and bid farewell
to passion's warmth and sweet caress.
A grave's prepared where she will dwell
embrace twilight and bid farewell.
O hear the mourning of her bell
that tolls for sorrows you supress
embrace twilight and bid farewell
to passion's warmth and sweet caress.
Copyright © 2003 Mary Ellen Clark
For Boston
Fret thee not when evil prevails
When terror reigns and the Nation mourns
A Greater power in our heart dwells
Fret thee not when evil prevails
In our darkest hours love and patriotism avails
The graces that the terrorists hold in scorn
Fret thee not when evil prevails
When terror reigns and the Nation mourns...
Pendragon
(C) 4/17/2013
They painted him with Maya blue
Then tore from him his beating heart.
Blue waters work on red blood, too.
They painted him with Maya blue.
Chaac's fury lets the rains renew
The greens of life through deadly art.
They painted him with Maya blue
Then tore from him his beating heart.
Night Child
Night child whisper in my ear
sing the stars down from the sky,
while the world sleeps there is nothing to fear,
night child whisper in my ear
take my hand and lead me away from here
awaken the dreamer's eye,
night child whisper in my ear
sing the stars down from the sky
I really like this. Very cool.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Muse
Just a reminder that your Triolets for the Form Poetry Contest are due May 7th :seeya:
My skills are lacking when it comes to typing poetry that requires a strict form/rhyming scheme. I'll try my best though.Quote:
Originally Posted by Melanie
The Masturbator
by Adol09
I, a mere vessel of pure-rought flesh,
trick'd by wind to greet sin's shore,
Fear was the grain I strived to thresh
I, a mere vessel of pure-rought flesh
My soul rusted from iron mesh,
My youth, now a remnant of lore
I, a mere vessel of pure-rought flesh,
trick'd by wind to greet sin's shore
Today is the last day for your Triolet Poem entries (5/7). The contest will close at midnight and the winner announced tomorrow (5/8).
The Great Destroyer
Oh, craft of spirit, form of brain
Your infernal hands, they tremble.
Oh, many a village burnt and slain
Oh, craft of spirit, form of brain
Your miracles bring only pain,
our lost, your soldiers resemble.
Oh, craft of spirit, form of brain
Your infernal hands, they tremble.
Congratulations to EVERYONE for successfully using the Triolet form of poetry with apparent ease! I was particularly impressed with how everyone crafted their first two lines in such a skillful way as to be able to enjoy it's repetition throughout the poem.
Pendragon...The sensitivity with which you treated an emotional subject, and the encouragement you offered makes this poem special to me. I thought your first two lines were well penned and flowed effectively from beginning, middle, and end.
YesNo...I love a poem that challenges my intellect. I'm aware of some Mayan facts but I had to research this "deadly art". As harsh and uncomfortable as it was to read of the red blood of human sacrifice and the odd practice of painting the body, it was equally intriguing to read about the beautifully intense color of Maya Blue that you so skillfully contrasted to the red color in your poem. As an art lover, I was awed by the hue of Maya Blue. Very well done.
Dark Muse...This is so tender that it reads like a soothing lullaby. It's such a lovely poem.
Adolescent09...Yes, I do like an unexpected element in a poem and you certainly delivered! After picking my jaw up off the floor (i'm no spring chicken you know), I must say that I always enjoy your originality and poetic delivery. Oh, and your unabashed honesty in this one.
Grit...You have added so much to this contest...I'm glad you made it in time! I really like your second line and it makes a powerful repeated line at the end. Very effective.
Congratulations to Pendragon!
Thanks, Melanie
Someone on this forum once did me the honor of calling me "The King of the Villanelle" So we will go with that form for this contest. As a reminder of the form, here is one of mine:
POE
The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,
The wind sighs softly among the gnarled trees.
Somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore,”
From his perch upon a bust of Pallas above the chamber door.
The dark clouds split and the heavens bleed.
The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,
As a wild-eyed man searches for his lost Lenore,
Calling out; desperately expressing his needs!
Somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore,”
In tones of Doom as the man implores
The Unforgiving Heavens to return his dreams.
The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,
The beach where she’d played in the days of yore—
He turns to the bottle, trying to drown his needs.
Somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore,”
And the echoes echo the name “Lenore…”
He traces her name on the tombstone as he reads.
The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,
And somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore.”
© 10/6/97 D L Harris
Due date end of May. Good luck as always, and God Bless
Pen
Right now he can't remember why he's here,
So should he go along or should he stray?
Did someone drop him off? Are they still near?
Is there some ancient monster he should fear?
Was there a hidden debt he couldn't slay?
Right now he can't remember why he's here.
What are these stories telling him that we're
Entangled in enchanted disarray?
Did someone drop him off? Are they still near?
What is the date? He can't recall the year
When everything made sense enough to pray.
Right now he can't remember why he's here.
He climbs above the clouds so he can peer
Below and search--for what? He can't recall today.
Did someone drop him off? Are they still near?
Perhaps upon this mountain there's a seer
Who has a map that illustrates the way.
Right now he can't remember why he's here.
Did someone drop him off? Are they still near?
Your Storm Gray Love
I become lost in your shades of gray,
eyes like the storm of the rapture in my heart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.
How can I ask you to forever stay?
wandering the shoals with fear you may depart,
I become lost in your shades of gray.
Night begins to close heralding the day
and I am left pierced at the end of your dart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.
Through the fog have we found our way?
Are there words enough that my love I may impart?
I become lost in your shades of gray.
How lovely on your face the shadows play,
in this soft light there must be a place to restart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.
May the waters bring you back without delay,
washed upon my shore never will I let you break apart,
I become lost in your shades of gray,
hold me fast before I can drift away.
Anymore entries? I will give you until Wednesday! Then, announce a winner.
Ah, Darkmuse, you just edged out Yesno by a fraction. Both wonderful poems, congrats to you both! DarkMuse, you're up!