Best New Form Poems
Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind" goes --- AFTER
Ashley even though she has thus far had in --- ALL,
Two husbands, and says she'll think about things ---TOMORROW
She marries Rhett and ---IS
Never satisfied with her life, always wanting ---ANOTHER
Man. But when Rhett leaves her in the end it's a sad---DAY
This POEM is an Example of a New Form of
POETRY Dane-Ann and HGarvey Daniel Esquire are trying to sanction
They call it “ End Line Word “ Poetry Thank-YOU
Ripples
Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.
Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs.
With eyes reflecting hope,
he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
but,
in mute language
begged for alms,
hopeful he would never be betrayed
I held his shriveled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder,
he sat on a chair in the patio.
The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.
A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
he stood up and silently took leave.
I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.
Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
causes ripples in still waters
over a random act of kindness
idly tossed !
Kindness
Down the dusty road, in tattered rags he came-
An old man- weary, wilted, and withered.
Supported on a stick, still he staggered lame,
And with age and fatigue, his body quivered.
I could see a tremor running down his hips.
With expectant eyes, he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out of his pursed lips.
He was tottering as he took each step.
I held his hand, helped him to the patio.
Like a child obeying its elder, he sat on a chair
With eyes sending out a radiant glow,
From the sumptuous fare served, he ate his share.
As he finished his meal, a gleam lighted up his face.
He stood up with hands folded in benison
And took leave, bowing and smiling in grace.
I was so happy that I could make his world blazon.
I watched him stumble along the uneven track
And fade away like a shadow in the distance.
So elated I was that the tears of joy I couldn’t hold back,
With an ebullience penetrating my mind’s outer surface.
As a pebble idly tossed cause ripples in still water,
A random act of kindness idly tossed gave me such delight.
As the ripples keep widening and on the banks splatter,
In me, the joy over my kind act, as waves began to beat.
The endless, gray-smudged window
of this bus seat where the rain streaks down and blurs
the passing world into a watercolor of passing cars
and muted neon signs, and I can’t help but feel a strange
kind of peace in this temporary suspended motion,
this observation booth where the world outside
continues without me and the only constant is the
rhythmic swish of the wipers and the humming of the
engine that seems to cradle me in its vibrating heart as
the city lights smear and run, becoming something else
entirely, a long, liquid memory that pools and spreads
across the dirty glass, and I wonder what the
passengers on the behind side of the bus are doing, if
they are looking out their own windows at this same
downpour, or if they are inside, warm and dry, with a
different kind of day unfolding for them, a day filled with
sunlight and clear, crisp air and the sound of birds that I
can’t hear right now, only the low, deep hum of the bus
and the soft hiss of the brakes as it pulls up to the next
stop, where the rain is already beginning to pool on the
cracked and broken sidewalk, and a lone figure stands
under an umbrella, a dark silhouette against the watery
light, and I can only watch them from this distance, this
glass-encased world that moves through the larger, wet
world, and I am a part of both and neither, just another
face reflected in the window, waiting for the next stop,
the next blurry landmark, the next moment to disappear
and with backup who is wide-eyed and all peppered up
and looks just raring to go until you look at me wonderin'
who must be that poor excuse of a guy into the passing
stream of the night just before my stop b winter starts.
You cower at my rebel yell
Envisioning hot flames of hell
I’ll cast on you a wicked spell
Before your plea for life I quell
My rebel yell, hot flames of hell
You tremble at my vicious might
As you are plunged into the night
Hope's angel now robbed from your sight
With none to save you from your plight
Into the night, robbed from your sight
Your faithlessness my heart did break
Your torture kept me nights awake
And now revenge will make you quake
I pierce your heart with jagged stake
With jagged stake, my heart did break
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS....I'm LONGING to come up with a new form that would bear my name! That would be the ultimate poetic ecstasy for me. I'm so impressed with the Swap Quatrain, Suzette Prime, Questionku, Constanza....Some by people that I actually KNOW. It's such a thrill!
Anyway....here is something that I tried today. Tell me what you think. It is a poem made up of three stanzas. They are quatrain's but have a fifth line added. The fifth line of the first stanza takes the ending of the first two lines and combines them....the fifth line of the second stanza the endings of lines 2 and 3...and the last line of the last stanza has the ending lines of the fourth line, and the goes back to the ending of the first line. The object is to come full circle and reverse the events in the quatrain. In this case...I'm seeking revenge, and then the last line makes it plain that I'm the true sufferer. It must use a rhyme scheme. Please leave comments on what you think of this....It's pretty basic and elementary....but....It's MINE! ;)
I’ve tried out a brand new form
It’s strange and not quite the norm
It’s been tried by two
Now how about you?
It’s honey, so start a swarm!!
Tried by R L and F J
Just let your pen find the way
To bring it some fame
Please join in the game
Try it…now what do you say?
Eileenesque sounds so divine
You need to try out your rhyme
Reverse the quatrain
No, it’s not a pain
Results can be quite sublime!
This is my one shot at fame
I know, it does sound so lame
Make my wish come true
Or I’ll just be blue
My life...will not be the same!!!
I want to thank Richard Lamoureux and F J Thomas for trying out my form. My poem…and the explanation of the form you will find under this title….Revenge’s Reward….Richard’s poem is Word Play….and F J Thomas’ Poem is Life’s Invincible Circle- Eileenesque! YES!!!! I had originally thought each stranza could have a mono-rhyme going on so it would be easier to make that fifth line that is tagged on to each quatrain “fit” but you can compare and contrast and give your own feedback. I’m just tickled pink that these two lovely friends and poets made my…..DAY…WEEK…and MONTH!
Contrapuntal Poem Form Attempt 1
Pat's "New" Hat
A short disagreement
“I’ve no time for your senseless chitchat”
Nodding horizontal heads were sent
“Explain yourself you dirty rat”
Out of shape we both were bent
“Best of luck against my baseball bat”
Waiting for a compliment
“You really think you look good, Pat?”
Misunderstanding what was meant
“You cannot assume I meant that”
Or what was the real intent
“Just give me back my hat”
A Disagreement (Contrapuntal part 1)
A short disagreement
Nodding horizontal heads were sent
Out of shape we both were bent
Waiting for a compliment
Misunderstanding what was meant
Or what was the real intent
Pat Stole My Hat (Contrapuntal part 1)
“I’ve no time for your senseless chitchat”
“Explain yourself you dirty rat”
“Best of luck against my baseball bat”
“You really think you look good, Pat?”
“You cannot assume I meant that”
“Just give me back my cowboy hat”
Census reports an alarming sign
Save tigers or else it’s a crime
Yes of course we saving the tigers-
Brutal human looking giants
Who rule the society by ill power
Who feed on common people
Hold dominant positions of town
We save them with fickle mind.
Tigers loitering freely snatching peace
Moved to cities in human disguise
Thereby we find tigers decrease
Jungles becoming less fearless
Cruelty around has increased
Tigers have gained more than physical
Hearts more sharp than nails
Tigers living freely friend to us
Spreading to become masses
Faces behind faces all so fake
Better to call animals humane
They never deceive, do what they are
Even they learn the chapter of loyalty
Tamed when living with us
These tigers just make life lame
Living freely…feeding on us
Tigers are increasing in cities now
Where we believe humanity resides
Wonder what to call humans now
One day Human Tigers will take over
All animals of world…
What Am I
**********
Dad, thumped a warning!
Silence, now pronounced.
Smelt, a red patch crawling.
A future death announced!
What am I?
The field dead, now haunted.
The thumping did suffice.
The patch stood, up sauntered.
A thumping way of saving life!
What am I?
*Image of Abracadabra by Gifer.
Abracadabra: New Form REVISED
I have cast a spell o'er thee, wicked one,
Owning, demon clings to our heart and soul,
Tis our love, our hope, together, we're free,
We were young, our life of good hath begun,
Yet thou took thee o'er and away from thee,
Though act's thoust do, sayeth father to son,
Retaliate -- thy consequence thoust cope,
Set thy ship and sail, begone, for thoust won,
Alas, bonds freed, flit darkness lost control,
Together, we're free, tis our love, our hope,
Thy shine gloweth, giveth reason for Sun.
2022 August 16
HMS; 10 syllabic format, only.
Rhyme Scheme; a,b,R-c,a,c,a,d,a,b,R-d,a
Example lines R-c/R-d (xxxxdzzzzc)(zzzzcxxxxd)
*singular line internal reversal creates dual rhyming lines
List of whole lines Rhyming Reversal concepts I recently wrote:
"Rumi Nuff for Us"
"In JULY: Small Begins Mightily"
"The Wake of my Village"
SECRETS
the patina of time... secrets
table tops
how many tales could they tell
bronzes too
secrets removed with cleaning
planet earth
patina removed... dying
habitats scraped clean... naked
death reaps death
the patina of time... secrets
truth exposed
and still, we have never learned
if ever
patina... the air we breathe
atmosphere
holds secrets of all world life
patina
microscopically thin
protection
Patina Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
6/26/18
Acrostic Rhyme One Word
Another
Calibrating
Reinventing
Origination
Situation
Temptation
Intoxicating
Collaboration
Renewing
Hesitations
Yelling
Misspelling
Education
Onto
New
Exportation's
Writing
Original
Rhyming
Design
"LOL"
#LAST WORD POETRY
fireworks, bangers, sparklers, moonshine.
given the choice, which one is yours?
no seconds of wonders sublime.
for me the moon, the world adores.
the light of nighttime lovers dreams.
clear sky, shadows cast by moonshine.
lovers, moon shadows embracing.
true lovers caressing, divine.
no dream, reality facing.
the light of nighttime lovers dreams.
the cool of the brilliant moonshine
dew forming, are they lovers tears
dawn now breaking sweet love refined
true love fulfilled should last for years
the light of nighttime lovers dreams
What do you think poetry is?
A love story, a touch of bliss.
Why do you write? What is to you?
It's like a cure my life shines through.
How did it change you? Tell us now?
I am a better man, somehow.
What if you'll never write again?
I think I'll cry lost in the rain.
How do you write? What's your secret?
Every word with love, I feed it.
I call my new style-form of poetry
"QAP 8X10" or "QAP 10X8" and it has to have AA rhyme and if is "QAP 8X10" like my poem here it has to have 8 syllables each line and 10 lines the entire poem. If it's a "QAP 10X8" poem it has to have 10 syllables each line and 8 lines for the entire poem and the same AA BB CC DD EE rhyme scheme.
Both forms have 80 syllables total each.
It also has to be a Question/ Answer poem. (first line the question second line the answer) The name is "QAP" meaning Question Answer Poem
Why is the sky so blue today?
Because the clouds went far away.
Why is my love unanswered yet?
Because my love I never met.
When will my life be changed for good?
When you will leave this neighborhood.
What is the greatest thing you'll miss?
Without a doubt will be your kiss.
Will you return to save the love?
I'll fly away free like a dove.
I call my new style-form of poetry
"QAP 8X10" or "QAP 10X8" and it has to have AA rhyme and if is "QAP 8X10" like my poem here it has to have 8 syllables each line and 10 lines the entire poem. If it's a "QAP 10X8" poem it has to have 10 syllables each line and 8 lines for the entire poem and the same AA BB CC DD EE rhyme scheme.
Both forms have 80 syllables total each.
It also has to be a Question/ Answer poem. (first line the question second line the answer) The name is "QAP" meaning Question Answer Poem MY New Form of Poetry)
Rain Rhyme
I wonder
I feel aqua
On my sari
Myself a new Version
It is thunder
It is an opera
I feel it mini
Form of edition
In night slumber
The lightning ala
Seems like cini
A Wonderful impression
It is time to ponder
It is a Rain-mania
On seeing spread of algi
Am like a yogi in restrain
I feel wonder
Rainbow is here, an era
Feel like it's a semi
Looks like half balloon
C L Sivaranjani