This poem is written as a Rondel. A Rondel is a medieval French verse written in 13 lines with only two rhymes in its three stanzas. It employs a two‐line refrain which opens the poem and recurs at lines 7 and 8, the first line (or, in a 14‐line variant, both opening lines) also completing the poem. The rhyme scheme—with the repeated lines given in capitals—is thus ABba abAB abbaA (B). Although it has no fixed meter, I have a tendency to write with ten syllables per line...Anyway, enjoy. =)
Clarity
In search of prophesy come look to me,
In sweetened tea, I am the crinkled leaves,
You have no need this day to drop the eaves,
Look deep within my hidden depths and see.
I know you're bound. See me! I am your key,
I am the light in your much darkened eves,
In search of prophesy come look to me,
In sweetened tea, I am the crinkled leaves.
Stretch forth your hand and take safety, I plea!
I, your calm amidst storms and violent seas,
Your shining knight against our love's dark thieves,
Allow a dance for future's jubilee,
In search of prophesy come look to me.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Week 11
03/20/09
Muse From Spirit's Sheets (Acrostic/Vilanelle)
Talent wanders in and finds her time,
How sweet the sound of the muse's beats,
Enjoy it all, the rhyme on rhyme.
Pour your heart out, the time is prime,
Our grasping minds await your treats,
Ecstatic muse! Wander in, it is your time!
Threads of meter, as silent harps they chime,
Silent passion engulfs our mind's long streets,
And all rejoice in the rhyme on rhyme.
Nocturnal passion! From dreams they climb,
Called upon the muse from spirit's sheets,
Talent wanders in and finds her time.
Unheard dreams stretch forth in sound sublime,
Acrostics across the board lure us from seats,
Reflected dreams wander in--it is her time,
Yearning for the beautiful rhyme on rhyme.
03/22/09
The Rise A Series of Haiku upon the life of a tree.
Water
Softly plink a' plink
Mist rises off mother's womb
Life nurtured in peace
Earth
Belovéd son rests
Warm embrace fosters new soul
Constant beat comforts
Wood
Soil shifts as sprouts spread
Shy birth touched by radiance
Dawn breaks on new life
Fire
Fierce spirit perched high
Reaches with tendrils of life
Caress youth with care
Metal
Orange leaves dance slowly
Caught amid fall's righteous truth
But twirl on in bliss
Muse From Spirit's Sheets (Acrostic/Vilanelle)
Talent wanders in and finds her time,
How sweet the sound of the muse's beats,
Enjoy it all, the rhyme on rhyme.
Pour your heart out, the time is prime,
Our grasping minds await your treats,
Ecstatic muse! Wander in, it is your time!
Threads of meter, as silent harps they chime,
Silent passion engulfs our mind's long streets,
And all rejoice in the rhyme on rhyme.
Nocturnal passion! From dreams they climb,
Called upon the muse from spirit's sheets,
Talent wanders in and finds her time.
Unheard dreams stretch forth in sound sublime,
Acrostics across the board lure us from seats,
Reflected dreams wander in--it is her time,
Yearning for the beautiful rhyme on rhyme.
03/22/09
The Rise A Series of Haiku upon the life of a tree.
Water
Softly plink a' plink
Mist rises off mother's womb
Life nurtured in peace
Earth
Belovéd son rests
Warm embrace fosters new soul
Constant beat comforts
Wood
Soil shifts as sprouts spread
Shy birth touched by radiance
Dawn breaks on new life
Fire
Fierce spirit perched high
Reaches with tendrils of life
Caress youth with care
Metal
Orange leaves dance slowly
Caught amid fall's righteous truth
But twirl on in bliss
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Week 10
Thoughts for this piece inspired by: The Lady of Shalott.
Please view all ~~ as a "tab"
A Thought About Shalott
I sit within my walls and brood,
The dark surrounds and feeds my mood,
My eyes at rest but thoughts prevail,
Each image viewed through black veil,
~~Each thought I know is Wrong.
At times I feel as the Lady Shalott,
Her life was hell, was it not?
She was cursed, and it spawns my thought,
~~Who at least will sing my Song?
The Lady knew a curse upon her lay,
Yet peaced she sat weaving each day,
She viewed the world through her large mirror,
And of the curse she had no fear,
~~But even this, it must be Wrong.
She saw the world's reflection alone,
And knew no longing till she heard a tone,
Lancelot singing along, the seeds he'd sown,
~~She found at last a true Song.
But what of me? I live as she,
I sit stagnant, unbound but not free,
While friends and family go on with life,
Some with jobs, others get wives,
~~What is it that I've done Wrong?
Am I cursed as she to live solitaire,
Or is even that curse a curse too fair?
A life as theirs cannot be so rare,
~~I simply wish to share my Song.
Though bound in string I may not be,
Nor true curse I cannot now see,
Yet my feet hold firm to this constant spot,
While they move on with nary a thought,
~~I must have done Wrong.
Soon, I know, my lure will ride by,
And along with her my dreams will fly,
A love with beauty and humor so wry,
~~She will know me and share my Song.
Until that day I still sit and ponder,
What it'd take to make me wander,
To travel out among the crowds,
And find a love that I can wow,
~~This dream cannot be Wrong.
I refuse to end as the Lady Shalott,
Alone upon her barge, begriming a rot,
I will find the love I've sought,
~~Someone to love and share my Song.
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A Thought About Shalott
I sit within my walls and brood,
The dark surrounds and feeds my mood,
My eyes at rest but thoughts prevail,
Each image viewed through black veil,
~~Each thought I know is Wrong.
At times I feel as the Lady Shalott,
Her life was hell, was it not?
She was cursed, and it spawns my thought,
~~Who at least will sing my Song?
The Lady knew a curse upon her lay,
Yet peaced she sat weaving each day,
She viewed the world through her large mirror,
And of the curse she had no fear,
~~But even this, it must be Wrong.
She saw the world's reflection alone,
And knew no longing till she heard a tone,
Lancelot singing along, the seeds he'd sown,
~~She found at last a true Song.
But what of me? I live as she,
I sit stagnant, unbound but not free,
While friends and family go on with life,
Some with jobs, others get wives,
~~What is it that I've done Wrong?
Am I cursed as she to live solitaire,
Or is even that curse a curse too fair?
A life as theirs cannot be so rare,
~~I simply wish to share my Song.
Though bound in string I may not be,
Nor true curse I cannot now see,
Yet my feet hold firm to this constant spot,
While they move on with nary a thought,
~~I must have done Wrong.
Soon, I know, my lure will ride by,
And along with her my dreams will fly,
A love with beauty and humor so wry,
~~She will know me and share my Song.
Until that day I still sit and ponder,
What it'd take to make me wander,
To travel out among the crowds,
And find a love that I can wow,
~~This dream cannot be Wrong.
I refuse to end as the Lady Shalott,
Alone upon her barge, begriming a rot,
I will find the love I've sought,
~~Someone to love and share my Song.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Week 9
Nani is my kitty, btw. Figured I'd toss that out there for the title to make sense =)
Nani?
The sound of elephants romping along,
Its echo potent on the hard wood floor,
Each step a feroce beat in half-voiced song,
A melody hid in staccato throng,
Her paws strike 'long and strong like drums of war.
A poignant pause from the cacophony,
As all at once the rumbling foot-steps cease,
The silence rolls on--then a howling plea,
The yowl evokes the heart of a banshee,
Before again resumes the quiet-the peace.
Her mood pitches much like the roiling sea,
At times so still and sweet--but then a keen.
I'm drawn around the corner to go see,
And there she sits as fine as royalty,
Her low meow as regal as a queen.
She's perched before a portal to the night,
Her eyes stare out with their internal shine,
A silent foe within her hunter sight,
The enemy will fall without a fight,
The door withheld! She leaves no sign.
Nani?
The sound of elephants romping along,
Its echo potent on the hard wood floor,
Each step a feroce beat in half-voiced song,
A melody hid in staccato throng,
Her paws strike 'long and strong like drums of war.
A poignant pause from the cacophony,
As all at once the rumbling foot-steps cease,
The silence rolls on--then a howling plea,
The yowl evokes the heart of a banshee,
Before again resumes the quiet-the peace.
Her mood pitches much like the roiling sea,
At times so still and sweet--but then a keen.
I'm drawn around the corner to go see,
And there she sits as fine as royalty,
Her low meow as regal as a queen.
She's perched before a portal to the night,
Her eyes stare out with their internal shine,
A silent foe within her hunter sight,
The enemy will fall without a fight,
The door withheld! She leaves no sign.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Week 8
Warning: Mature Message
Back And Forth
Torn between one lust and more,
Saw myself in your dark door,
Fiery passion in the night,
Love with you is one long fight.
Oh baby sweet I see your eyes,
I know the truth behind your lies,
You act so dark--mysterious,
But your big heart, it beats for us.
Heart, what heart? What is this bull?
In my loins I feel the pull,
What you see behind my eyes?
Thirst, that's what, so feel me rise.
My friends, they say I can't trust you,
And tell me oft' to say we're through,
They preach of how you act the fool,
And how you think with just your tool.
Truth! I swear that looks enthrall,
Chest and leg and lips and all,
Depth in me? You search in vain,
Prize, conquest! I say it plain.
Not true, I say, you know it's not,
These things you say with no true thought,
Your little rose you called me once,
Where are the words of eloquence?
Gone they are, my little tush,
Lord! I strive for just your bush,
Blind your eyes to my poet past,
Now I speak with just my mast!
These jokes you give, oh so bawdy,
They cannot hurt for I still see
You how you were those years ago,
And that's the man that I still know.
False answers are what I give,
Delve no more! As I do live,
Can't you see I need this life?
Need this pain? Need all this strife?
For that, my love, with you I stay,
And for your peace, still I will pray,
I see a change, your memory?
I see us twined eternally.
Convinced me, Love, 'least for now,
Change me, please, for I do vow,
You are all I live to see,
Power of love, set me free.
And so two hearts shall beat again as one,
Despite the wounds they each have caused. Begun
To feel the pain as their due course, Her love
Has last awarded him the needed shove.
The Darkness dwells within us all, but let
It die, it hurts you both. So learn to set
Aside your pain and find true joy in all
You have. Spread wide your eyes, avoid the fall.
Back And Forth
Torn between one lust and more,
Saw myself in your dark door,
Fiery passion in the night,
Love with you is one long fight.
Oh baby sweet I see your eyes,
I know the truth behind your lies,
You act so dark--mysterious,
But your big heart, it beats for us.
Heart, what heart? What is this bull?
In my loins I feel the pull,
What you see behind my eyes?
Thirst, that's what, so feel me rise.
My friends, they say I can't trust you,
And tell me oft' to say we're through,
They preach of how you act the fool,
And how you think with just your tool.
Truth! I swear that looks enthrall,
Chest and leg and lips and all,
Depth in me? You search in vain,
Prize, conquest! I say it plain.
Not true, I say, you know it's not,
These things you say with no true thought,
Your little rose you called me once,
Where are the words of eloquence?
Gone they are, my little tush,
Lord! I strive for just your bush,
Blind your eyes to my poet past,
Now I speak with just my mast!
These jokes you give, oh so bawdy,
They cannot hurt for I still see
You how you were those years ago,
And that's the man that I still know.
False answers are what I give,
Delve no more! As I do live,
Can't you see I need this life?
Need this pain? Need all this strife?
For that, my love, with you I stay,
And for your peace, still I will pray,
I see a change, your memory?
I see us twined eternally.
Convinced me, Love, 'least for now,
Change me, please, for I do vow,
You are all I live to see,
Power of love, set me free.
And so two hearts shall beat again as one,
Despite the wounds they each have caused. Begun
To feel the pain as their due course, Her love
Has last awarded him the needed shove.
The Darkness dwells within us all, but let
It die, it hurts you both. So learn to set
Aside your pain and find true joy in all
You have. Spread wide your eyes, avoid the fall.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Week 7
Random challenge piece that I could not see myself seriously writing...so I wrote it with humor instead.
How Dare They Take Our Fun?
A tale of youth lost.
The time has come my friends for us to show
The world again that we are what they wish
To be! To stand against a common foe,
And feed their worthless hides right to the fish!
They've stepped too far, they've said too much,
Their words are lies, their vulgar deeds disgust,
With me you know you'll find your needs, and such
Fine fiends will to the fires of fondue be forced.
With me you get what they forbid, Pixi sticks
And Muskateers, some Milky way and Mike
'n Ike shall come your way. We dare to mix
Our drinks, our bowls of punch we dare to spike!
Indeed you now 'gain hear the truth! They ban
sugar, liquor, and fun! Silenced ditties
And halted dance, they use their big red crayon
To strike away our earned felicity!
The government has 'slaved us all! Their lies
Are far too much to bear. We must, it seems,
Stretch forth our grasping hands to reach new skies,
And in the end forgo our loss of dreams.
How Dare They Take Our Fun?
A tale of youth lost.
The time has come my friends for us to show
The world again that we are what they wish
To be! To stand against a common foe,
And feed their worthless hides right to the fish!
They've stepped too far, they've said too much,
Their words are lies, their vulgar deeds disgust,
With me you know you'll find your needs, and such
Fine fiends will to the fires of fondue be forced.
With me you get what they forbid, Pixi sticks
And Muskateers, some Milky way and Mike
'n Ike shall come your way. We dare to mix
Our drinks, our bowls of punch we dare to spike!
Indeed you now 'gain hear the truth! They ban
sugar, liquor, and fun! Silenced ditties
And halted dance, they use their big red crayon
To strike away our earned felicity!
The government has 'slaved us all! Their lies
Are far too much to bear. We must, it seems,
Stretch forth our grasping hands to reach new skies,
And in the end forgo our loss of dreams.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Week 6
Rushin' along...
Walk of Shame
My shoes click loud across the misty night,
As sunlight starts to peek over the hills,
The streetlights wink and twink out of my sight,
The morning mist cuts through my clothes and chills.
The walk of shame the world has come to know,
The strut has left my sorry step. Why now
Do I shamble along? Where is my glow?
Next year will be a different tale, I vow.
Oh what went wrong in this dark night? It was
So bright, the mood so right. Why do the stars
Twinkle out of my sight? It's gone, my buzz,
The Valentine's love song fade 'yond the bars.
The length of roses fall from my grasping hands,
Their petals crunch softly on the asphalt,
My steps click on across the shrouded land,
As heart of mine I stash into a vault.
~
I posted this at a poetry site that I frequent and got this response that I loved so much that I didn't want to lose it.
Polonius: A very evocative verse, [Kai], where you dwell on the sense of failure, the humiliation of rejection, as the factor that makes love lost painful, as opposed to the loss of joy or its promise. The shame is more encroaching, a harsher reflection than the loss of someone we thought we could expect to love us. At the same time, you add to the dark mood with a self-deprecating humour.
Walk of Shame
My shoes click loud across the misty night,
As sunlight starts to peek over the hills,
The streetlights wink and twink out of my sight,
The morning mist cuts through my clothes and chills.
The walk of shame the world has come to know,
The strut has left my sorry step. Why now
Do I shamble along? Where is my glow?
Next year will be a different tale, I vow.
Oh what went wrong in this dark night? It was
So bright, the mood so right. Why do the stars
Twinkle out of my sight? It's gone, my buzz,
The Valentine's love song fade 'yond the bars.
The length of roses fall from my grasping hands,
Their petals crunch softly on the asphalt,
My steps click on across the shrouded land,
As heart of mine I stash into a vault.
~
I posted this at a poetry site that I frequent and got this response that I loved so much that I didn't want to lose it.
Polonius: A very evocative verse, [Kai], where you dwell on the sense of failure, the humiliation of rejection, as the factor that makes love lost painful, as opposed to the loss of joy or its promise. The shame is more encroaching, a harsher reflection than the loss of someone we thought we could expect to love us. At the same time, you add to the dark mood with a self-deprecating humour.
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