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Music pumps the hearts in Wales
Choirs singing throughout the vales
Sending joy that never fails.
Penned 21 January 2017
Englyn Milwr form 3 lines / 7 syllables/ monorhymed
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
I met a Bard of ancient time
who sang to me in mystic rhyme
as we climbed the mountain road.
He told me tales from long ago
of hidden dragons far below
he bestowed in soulful ode.
Now I had heard the dragon tale
and said to him, let truth prevail
without ale tell me the lore.
With no drink to exaggerate
I want the legends of our fate
tell it straight I did implore.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
He sang of the hidden secret
Three mysteries that have been kept
ne'er forget this land is blessed.
While Bran remains in the White Hill
of London, foes or evil will
their blood spilled, shall not progress.
The bones that lie beside the sea,
Blessed Gwerthefyr, shall keep us free
liberty, for all of time.
And the dragons one red, one white,
buried in Eryri one night
by Ludd's might and magic rhyme.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
The dragons' war raged underground
Red against white, without a sound
'til unbound, from Earth they flew.
White against red, their battle fought,
supreme power, the prize they sought
as death brought red's triumph through.
The Welsh Dragon, so wise and red,
fair means and true your blessings said
fortune spread though all of Wales.
For those of foul heart and intent
a dragon's curse of detriment
that shall vent their lands with gales.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010
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Gnarled hands stained by carbon seams
Harsh life etched into burning eyes
Yet tenderness turned wood
In delicate designs declaring devotion.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2011
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Smiley full lips,
silky smooth,
luscious and glistening,
juicy and glossy,
pouting and alluring,
succulent and irresistable,
sweet, sexy and heavenly,
that's me and my lips.
Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2012
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Syllables
10-Wooden basket with swinging handle
7-Bouquet blossoms smells budding
7-Olfactory joy buzzing
If anyone is knowledgable of this type of poem let me know if I got it right.
It is a little tricky.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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When you go walking alone in the dark
Sometimes you can feel your heart start beating fast
As your breathing heavy sometimes you run
When you feel like somethings following you,
And with all the sounds you hear,
You never know what could be out there ,
So I hope you are aware that there is
so many things that creep and crawl around
in that pitch black dark darkness,
Sometimes its just a shadow,
Sometimes its just a wild animal,
Sometimes you don’t know,
But would you want to see what is out there
Creeeping around in the dark,
Because it just may make your heart
beat faster,
And as you run it just may creep up past you
So I would rather just know,
and beware that there are so many things lurking around
out in the dark darkness
Copyright © Jane Kostman | Year Posted 2012
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Shielded, his logic affects distrust - chill resolve
Mine scatters like dust, dissolves
His lust for my mind absolves
Allows this love to evolve.
Copyright © Talena alienmermaid | Year Posted 2012
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He plows his harrowed fields—visions grand!
Lushly, planned, large yeilds;
Bugs frantically seeking shields
As farmers plant the hayfields.
Ó November 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
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New Hope Refreshes
As we endure life threshes, heartaches spawn.
Dreads dawn; enmeshes.
New hopes mist refreshes.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn penfyr (Short Head/End Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Fidelity and Curiosity
Curiosity quickly seeks and finds
Tearful times; swiftly
Hiding from view, slickly.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn penfyr (Short Head/End Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Stony land and hedge of rock
Remember the souls who work
Perspiring brow and soiled frock
To beautify this bedrock
**There are several types of englyn poetry forms, at least eight.
this form has half rhymes on each end line and seven syllables per line.
Englyn are welch poems/short/repeating pattterns and rhymes.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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Some worship beauty inside stone temples
pleasing words of tribute said
wishing peace in days ahead,
Devoted faith brings a loving comfort
taught in ways of divine grace
but there is another place.
and so my head rests upon your shoulder
perhaps whispering your name
as we watch kindling flame.
candle lit thoughts ignite passion's desire
fiery kisses I adore,
and I want to love you more.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010
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The fabulous red kite - broad wings, mighty,
Built to soar, beauteous sight !
Red tail forked, in rooftop flight,
Silently swoops for the fight.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014
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I wish I could grow a bit
so my legs and jeans would fit
without using sewing kits or iron hem
just once them jeans would fit.
I wish I was five foot four
or maybe a little more
I could wear fashion galore, off the peg,
I beg, two inches more.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010
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Daydreams
A daydream fanaticizes many things.
Romance sings, rises.
But, real life surmises.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
NOTE: There are several forms for this type of Welch poem. This one is called Englyn penfyr
REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Judge Not
Judging human parasites—freeloaders
Foul fodder feeds these plights.
Judges accost not mans flights.
Homeless victims feel the blights.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
References: Englyn Unodl Union (Straight One-rhyme Englyn)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/411009
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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What a delight!
I cant get you out of my sight!
You never want to fight
and never give me a fright
As long as we are pals
I'll never make any fouls
You blow me away like the owls
And will never make to throw in the towels
I can make you into stew
you never make me go "PHEW!"
I can count you by the few
and you never tell me what to do.
I have a desperation
But i alway led myself into tempation
You have this sweet sensation
and i make sure there is no separation
You never stare
Even though I glare
I can by you at a fair,
and you never wear and tear.
Copyright © Emmett Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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The fiery orb now grows in warmth slowly,
Liquid gold, limpid glows,
Gilds lank skies in godlike pose,
Dispels grief and human woes.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014
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Fearless Soldiers
Blood and guts fly all around.
Everywhere death screams its sound.
Fearless soldiers still abound.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Someone’s Son
Someone’s son buried alive.
Fighting wars evils contrive.
Mother’s joys cannot survive.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Machine Guns
Allied forces lie down flat.
Strong, brave, ready for combat.
Hush. Hear that. Rat-a-tat-tat.
Armed, they work without brickbat.
Dug-in. Stressed in metal hat.
Distant screams Rat-a-tat-tat.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Beyond Serenity
She sings floating melodies—drifting free
Harmony that carries
Sounds, magical majesties
Wafts, beyond serenity.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
References: Englyn Unodl Union (Straight One-rhyme Englyn)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/411009
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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Lands of Oil
Soldiers sent to foreign soil.
Fights for “Freedom” are their toil.
Over there great hatreds boil
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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The falling stars invite--to make a wish
Beyond the infinite
Containing a definite
Dream that is not relative
Nayda Ivette
12-28-2015
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
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The Frail
The frail know not the zeal of robustness.
Nonetheless, hopes seal
Daydreams that hearts conceal.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
NOTE: There are several forms for this type of Welch poem. This one is called Englyn penfyr
Poetic Form: Englyn penfyr (Short Head/End Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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