Boutes-Rimes!

[qimissung]

What a masterful use of rhyme and alliteration! I'll see what I can do with the next lot.

[qimissung]

the interloper came, thinking he could shoehorn
her into the ebony ivory and cedar corporeal
body that he deemed love, the tamarisk memorial
into which all must go who have been to humans born
o set! her black locks shorn, her gray gown rent, and the last leg
of the journey spent, she retrieved the log
that had, in mercy, ferried her across the night of tears and fog
bring him, o bring him back I beg I beg I beg
and as the waters of the river rise, she hovers, wings outspread, and Isis
eats the thirteenth piece, delays the crisis

Q

confiscate
gestate
surplice
chelate
timorous
artless
tintinabulation
stratus

[firefangled]

The flight of emptiness hangs to confiscate
the souls as susurrus stills to gestate
the long silence. Slipping his surplice,
Monsignor prepares for the chelate
of flesh and gold, before the timorous.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus made artless
for the masses, the tintinnabulation,
the plaintive peals quelled in stratus.

***
chord
primitive
muster
string
wheel
iris
matins
vespers

[MorpheusSandman]

I love both of the last two pieces. This is really becoming a depository of great poems!

I heard the silence strike a chord
In the depths of the great primitive
Life; it was all we could muster
Then on our tremulous single string.
And yet was fire and the wheel
A mere illusion and we'd not seen Iris through our iris;
But in these early hours we'll sing our matins
To relieve the time until we tune our vespers

Herald
Mold
Gambol
Emerald
Congeal
Coherent
Apparent
Reveal

[qimissung]

It took me awhile, long week and all that, but here it is. Boy, Morpheus, you play hardball, that's for sure!

February herald
unriven gray with clouds like patchy mold
under this shroud, the children at play do not seem to gambol,
much less the clouds; emerald
cat eyes wait to peek from tree limbs; meanwhile, hopes congeal
my thoughts sliver on the ice, slice coherent
silver melodies into apparent
golden dice; beware, dawn has died and the father's sins reveal


rose
grievous
hubris
foreclose
pesos
fungous
aegis
minnows
plowshares
tares

[MorpheusSandman]

Gah, this wasn't bad until those last 4 words which really ruined what I was trying to do with the piece!

You lonely little ruby rose
Why are you so grievous
When you should be full of hubris?
Did the cold foreclose
Your petals? Did those evil fungous
Gangsters steal your pesos?
Relax and I will be your aegis
Carried by the minnows
I'll save you from the plowshares
So you don't get lost in tares


Complot
Hours
Umlaut
Flowers
Cower
Brief
Leaf
Devour
Broad
Fraud

[qimissung]

"Did those evil fungous gangsters steal lyour pesos" has got to be the best line of poetry ever written!!!

[MorpheusSandman]

I realized I actually reversed the order of those two lines (from what you had listed)... I guess I lose the game but, hey, if you liked the line so much I guess you don't mind cutting me a break.

[Alexander III]

Every beauty like a flower
shall fade in a bleak hour,
Leaving a pale leaf
Of joys ever so brief,

Our life is but a fraud
Only seeming broad,
Till Time comes to devour
Leaving man in an eternal cower,

We are but ink in complot
With Time's foreign Umlaut.




Man
Pan
Time
Rhyme
Lost
Cost
Sand
Hand
Will
Fill


* Ahh dam I just realized we are meant to follow the order of the list, oh well...

[qimissung]

I think you did a brilliant job of coming up with a coherent phrase for umlaut. i think we can use whatever rhyme scheme we like. OK, here's what I came up with.

here we stand in the blazoning sun, dear man
I'll toast your ingenuity with wine and bread and pan
and ask if you've looked lately at the time
it's getting late, you know, and there's no reason, no rhyme
to lose will cost
us everything; I let the sand
sift through my hand
will what he hath wrought still
be, belong to us 'ere long? Thy will...

gopher
aver
craven
blither

chasten
bacon
zwieback
paean

[MorpheusSandman]

Boy, that's a tough list qimi!

I killed that Caddyshack gopher
As coroner, I must aver
Because he was craven
And indulged in blithe blither

I hastened to chasten
Our piggies for bacon
Where I'll eat them on zwieback
And a paean

NEXT:

Peripatetic
Skein
Exposure
Urbane
Pathetic
Poseur

Eerily
Labyrinth
Verily
Absinthe
Bubble
Double
Trouble

[krymsonkyng]

Never so pleased but peripatetic
they traveled on, in tragic skein,
too wind-wise they wandered. Exposure
for swans never seemed so urbane!
Below them dreamed a pathetic
duck; doomed to remain a poseur.

Down the quacker ducked, eerily
deep within his apocryphal labyrinth;
A maze of avian instruments verily
mixed and mired in dreams like absinthe.
The hack brought a drought to bubble.
The quack thought about it double
and took a scientific sip of trouble!


Cascade
Sky
Facade
Promenade
Laid
Masterfully
Fly
Julie

[qimissung]

As snow covers the remote hills, so guilt
blankets my hopless heart; steel
sky resolved to hold me in contempt and the ocean;
is that the drowning deep on which our love is built?
my feet can't find you, nor my heart feel
An I fear I've drunk a poisoned potion
O sky, O heart, a sheep a flock, be thou the singer
An I, I will be the shepherd and the bringer

Next:

reap
quail
mead
barkeep
wail
frenzied
pier
fakir

I think that's not bad for the first time....

[YesNo]

I think that's not bad for the first time....

Yes, I agree. I especially liked how you handled the "singer/bringer" rhyme at the end.

Never so pleased but peripatetic
they traveled on, in tragic skein,
too wind-wise they wandered. Exposure
for swans never seemed so urbane!
Below them dreamed a pathetic
duck; doomed to remain a poseur.

Down the quacker ducked, eerily
deep within his apocryphal labyrinth;
A maze of avian instruments verily
mixed and mired in dreams like absinthe.
The hack brought a drought to bubble.
The quack thought about it double
and took a scientific sip of trouble!


Cascade
Sky
Facade
Promenade
Laid
Masterfully
Fly
Julie

Walking Down Their Favorite Path

Our dreams cascade.
Let clouds disturb the peaceful sky
Or make some pitiful facade.
I'd promenade
With Julie. Why? Our plans were laid
So masterfully
But now they fly
Like clouds and my sweet Julie.

Here are the next rhymes.

can
start
ran
heart
play
will
day
still

[Delta40]

Here are the next rhymes.

can
start
ran
heart
play
will
day
still

She screamed at me 'Yes I can!'
and I thought she might start
another tantrum where she ran
amok and broke my heart
but she chattered in her play
I smiled against my will
and yearned for the day
when her tongue would keep still

next rhyme words

call
request
hall
digest
letter
fight
better
right