Form Poem Contest

Congratulations, Windblown.
Here's my poem.


One Night I Spent in Mexico

One night I spent in Mexico
En route to Brazilian gay tablearx.
I arrested all my expectations
Based on sincere felicitations
Offered in a massive show,

A massive show the humble know
And celebrate and live and grow
Asking for no consolations,
One night I spent...

As they did, partaking with the low,
Feasting on the bread and crow,
Counting the hours and aggregations
'Til I left their congregations.
Soul in hand and heart in tow.
One night I spent...

Congratulations Windblown. Your haiku was very neatly done-capturing a season with a single image.

The years we spent upon the Wall
Were not the dreams we dreamt at all
The runs upon the Scottish banks
The more and frequent lack of thanks
For nervous evenings spent on call...

We stood our duty straight and tall
With regulations large and small
We formed up companies in ranks
"Strike low, aim high!"

But now the spaces in the hall
Will never fill the crumbling Wall
We feel the wet breeze on our flanks
As they come rolling up the banks
"Strike low, aim high!"

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Note: Ha, someone suggested I should call this 'Wall Street Blues'. Tsk.

Hey, you are swift - two entries on the first day already, and really good ones. But please make my task harder and come up with some more of those rondeaus.

The years I wasted bemoaning fate,
Until I realized, almost too late,
A diamond never really shines
Until it is cut, and then it almost blinds
The years I wasted, just contemplate...

With voluminous tongue I could relate
The many outrages of fickle fate—
But fate it seems comes in different kinds…
(The years I wasted!)

Anger and pain will finally themselves sate,
And sorrow will have its filled-up plate;
But a single sunbeam always reminds
Me to not shut down my blinds…
The time I saved is twice as great!
(The years I wasted!)

Pendragon
© Saturday, October 11, 2008

Spare the gestures. Take my golden dream.
Hear the sound of hearts that scream?
I beg, don’t take what’s mine from me,
Leave a thousand dreams in the debris,
Watch our riches flow downstream.

I found the gold-a rich seam
Just yearning to be mined-to gleam;
You, instead, slashed the artery.
Spare the gestures.

Don’t you mind your recurring theme?
That you are just what you seem?
Pirate, dreamthief, by your decree
You alone will turn the key.
Night is nigh in your regime.
Spare the gestures.

Hey Pendragon, I really like your poem. It is so easy to regret . But it is one of those childish things we must put away if we are to move on.

Congratulations, Windblown! Fifth made a good choice.

Hey, all these poems, (including the sample) have 14 not 13 lines! Great poetry form anyway and wonderful answers to it. Your choice may be hard! ;)

Drat, Dragon, you found me out. I must confess I'm hopeless with numbers and I simply did not check the way the lines are counted in a rondeau. So in my sample poem I actually forgot a line (I've mended that now). Here then, to make confusion complete, are the rules again in prose:
- A rondeau has thirteen lines plus the rentrement or refrain that picks up the first part
of the first line and inserts it at the end of the second and third stanzas.
- Ideally it is in iambic tetrameter or pentameter, but I think we can leave this
optional.

Of course, the fault is mine and all the really fantastic rondeaus minus a line that you sent in have the same chances to win this contest as any that will follow with the correct line count. Indeed, the choice is hard already, but please make it harder still by posting more of the same high standard.

“Rondough”

We have no cash, that much we know.
The well-heeled world may pump and crow
and show us shoes that we can't buy.
We seek our values in the sky
which banks the sun’s rich golden glow.

We're truly poor, but profits grow
with fluid springs and falling snow.
Wealth grows on trees, so it’s a lie
we have no cash.

Why can't we be just like Thoreau
and live near a pond or river’s flow?
With Nature’s help our souls could try
to watch the birds and seasons fly.
But we won't move, and we can't go.
We have no cash.

There's still a week to go. So send in your rondeaux.

The contest is now closed for entries. It will be hard work to choose the winner, so leave me some time, please.

This was a very hard choice indeed. Five rondeaux of great beauty and depth:

alakungfu: What a night you describe! A Mexican fiesta full of colour and gloom.

autolycus: Wall Street Blues or Empires crumbling - your poem is open to all sorts of interpretations. It has a beautiful flow and captures the mood of the soldiers perfectly. The only flaw I can see (apart from the missing line, which is my fault entirely) is that your refrain does not take up the first half of the first line. I obviously did not make myself clear enough about that, sorry!

Pendragon: Your philosophical contemplation of wasted years is bittersweet. You use the form very convincingly here, even varying emphasis in the refrain. I especially like the second stanza about "fickle fate" and the image of the cut diamond in the first.

qimissung: Very poignant! I like the way you address the dreamthief who takes away everything that is valuable.

AuntShecky: Your "rondough" puts a very topical theme in this old-fashioned form and the outcome is wonderful. Your wordplay is just fantastic (well-heeled world - shoes we cannot buy; the sky which banks the sun's rich golden glow, etc.) as is the juxtaposition of economy and nature.

I like all of your poems, but I have to choose one as the winner. After days and days of pondering I want to congratulate AuntShecky on winning the rondeau-dough contest.
AuntShecky, choose the next form, please.

Apologies to all once again for the confusion I created about the form of the rondeau.

Holy tetrameter, Windblown! I can't believe this! Thank you very much, and special kudos to all who participated in this round.

For our next number, a form that might be fun to try is a song parody. Take a well-known tune and rewrite the existing lyrics, substituting the syllables and rhymes so that the melody can still be "sung" with the new words.

I've looked up this form to see if it is "safe" from a copyright perspective, and as far as I can see, song parodies fall under the definition of "fair use." This isn't for "commercial" purposes; we're not posting the music at all, and the lyrics won't be from the original song but they'll be brand-new by. . .you!

But in order for us fully to appreciate your parodies, you may want to choose an old song that's in the public domain so that most of us can recognize it. You can choose a Christmas carols, but that's not required. The more famous the original song, the better, though.

So, one more time:
1. Choose a song, and rewrite the lyrics.
2. The more the new topic veers from the original, the funnier the parody will be, but please keep the subject matter within the general Literature Network Forum rules.
3. Don't worry about length. It doesn't necessarily have to be as long as the original tune. Just a verse or two and the chorus will be fine.
4. Deadline will be January 2. I'll choose the winning entry shortly after that (as long as the ol' PC's still working next year.)

If you need more info, try this link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parody_song

or you could always send me a "PM."

Good luck!

Sincerely,
Weird Aunt Yankovick