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A Villanelle on the Villanelle

It has the ringing echo of a bell. The words at each line’s end must reconcile. How I love the lovely villanelle. Its quality is that of a carousel. Jean Passaerat of France defined its style. It has the ringing echo of a bell. One can introduce the spiritual Or emphasize what he finds most worthwhile. How I love the lovely villanelle. The message of this form one can foretell. Its poets , to litany, must be servile. It has the ringing echo of a bell. Like the terza rima or rondel, Its manner centuries past was given trial. How I love the lovely villanelle. If this poetry is authored well, Oftentimes to hear it makes me smile. It has the ringing echo of a bell. How I love the lovely villanelle.
for Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Poetry contest


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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


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Morning mocks, evening wars

Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
If must overcome heels 
in this roster
There are much beliefs in 
everlasting live.

Pieces and splits are rigid 
when alive
Devils' wraths chainless for 
many master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive.

Living worthy life begets 
ever-live
And hasten shadows 
overthrone siesta
We shall become history 
when we die

Many laws and more rules 
muse when alive
And must still to the 
opera monster
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive

Surviving the tunnel 
needs better life
By being grateful to man 
and Master
We shall become history 
when we die

There are much believe 
in everlasting live
Less sojourn and final 
route to Master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
We shall become history 
when we die


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Independence Tribute - For Jamaica

From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame

Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.

And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name

We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.

Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame

And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain 


 






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Abigail Smith Adams Lady Of Letters

Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

People would come to her during war who were bearers
Of terrible news, she was strong with faith_hope
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

Abigail's letters were strong, witty filled answers
Her letters also told of her loneliness
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

Abigail and John of this country's leaders were beginners
Their idealism and strength set this country apart
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

At last of life when they were no longer beginners
They got to spend retirement at Quincy their home
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
She let not distance stop their love _be barriers


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Maggots on the Hook

Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.


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Iron Horse, 1840

These grassy margins under sky of blue,
so peaceful. Then a rumble, sudden blast – 
can you stand your ground as the train roars through?

Here’s Progress. Boston, all across this New
England, folks with tickets for transit massed.
These grassy margins under sky of blue

once buffered cities. Landscape’s subtle hue,
a pleasant walk – gone, outmoded, outclassed.
Who could stand his ground as the train roars through

for Commerce? Stockcars in which ram and ewe
are hurtled toward their slaughter house, too fast
for grassy margin under sky as blue

as berries ripe in August – something true
that you could taste, and savor to the last.
Can you stand your ground as the train roars through

hauling its cargo? Where the wild-rose blew,
now coal-smoke smudges what was, but is past.
Those grassy margins where the sky was blue
couldn’t stand their ground when the train roared through.


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When History Cries

Men come forth
Black clouds hover, answer the call
When history cries

Upon the field, once green
Flowing red, wars bitter friend
Men come forth

Sweethearts love lost forever
Patriotism wounded, refuses to die
When history cries

Who knows the heart of warriors
Uniforms identify living and dead, ranks define
Men come forth

When next the call to arms
Forget not valor upon whose fields hero’s are born
Men come forth
When history cries


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The Chimney

The chimney now stands alone
Without the home that was filled with love
A relic of what once had been gone

All the children left for places unkown
Father left many years ago for above
The chimney now stands alone

It once radiated warmth from its stones
As mother cooked meals unconceived of
A relic of what once had been gone

The chimney now stands alone 
Once it glowed with warmth that was made use of
Family gathered around, sweet potatoes thrown

In the ashes and coals, now the family is unknown
They're gone to different parts of the world, deprived of
A relic of what once had been gone

Children studied lessons once by the flame
Now no one even knows any of their names
The chimney now stands alone
A relic of what once had been gone


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only one way

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of the way a little finger moved.
  
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend, 
In which a model of thyself I send. 
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth, 
So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth. 
The touch will try this ring of purest gold, 
My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold. 
That metal precious is, the stone is true, 
As true, and then how much more precious you. 
The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil, 
Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil. 
You\\\'ll deem this dear, because from me you have it, 
I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it. 
This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel, 
Your love\\\'s like force in my firm heart I feel. 
     But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing, 
     Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.
My lady\\\'s presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily\\\'s leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun\\\'s and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, 
But came the waves and washed it away: 
Again I wrote it with a second hand, 
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay 
A mortal thing so to immortalize! 
For I myself shall like to this decay, 
And eek my name be wiped out likewise. 
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise 
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: 
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, 
And in the heavens write your glorious name; 
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, 
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, 
White as the sun, fair as the lily, 
          Heigh ho, how I do love thee! 
I do love thee as my lambs 
Are belovëd of their dams—
          How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!