Best Roundelay Poems

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Well, GI Jack is welcome back, he left his legs in 'Nam.
He wakes at night in sweat and fright,...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late...

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I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life;
Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife.

My daily work was very challenging, and it allowed me to be creative;
Like the generous stains of colors, which to changing skies, are...

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~Beautiful   Roses~
(The Termelay)


Time to relax
See new roses
Nice buds growing
So much beauty and renewal
The sun  shines on all of them now
Nice buds growing.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013



August.29.2016



~Author's  Notes:

The "Termelay" is a poetry form or style similar to the Roundelay. This invented verse form...

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Spring is here, a great a reprise.

A gentle flower-scented breeze.

     Robins sing in roundelay.

     Flowers bloom in full array.

The buds are bursting on the trees!


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The day you left my world just fell away,
No hope or will to face each brand new day,
Nor reason to linger awhile in bed
I cannot fix the heart you left for dead.

In ev’rything a memory of you,
No answers left to tell me what to do,
As...

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The first, a soft exploration,
That asks without exploitation,
Are we ready for all of this?
My lady holds me in her kiss.

The sleeping senses slowly wake,
As nerve endings begin to ache,
Our souls unite in love’s twist
My lady holds me in her kiss.

A simple caress upon lips,
That leads...

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No breath of air to ease my heart,
No reason found to be a part,
The time has come to close my eyes
As my soul goes where the raven flies.

Outstretched I feel my fingernails
Join with dark wings on feathered trails
To touch the breath that took my sighs
As...

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Beneath the ocean wave he falls,
His duty done as night-time calls,
I raise my eyes from cauldron spoon,
My spirit lifts to greet the moon.

The darker powers reign each night,
Yet know no fear nor feel no fright,
She’s dancing light upon the dune,
My spirit lifts to greet the...

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Schmetterlinge im Tanz 
Sommerreigen am Nachmittag
Mosaik der Natur 

Von Ferne der Ruf eines Kuckucks
Aus seinem unsichtbarem Versteck 

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The dance of Butterflies 
Summer roundelay in the afternoon 
A mosaic of nature 

From the distance the cry of a cuckoo 
Out of his invisible hiding 

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Baile de...

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Live...as a spring day
Live ..as a blossom gay
Live.. as birds in May-
Live..as a flower's bouquet
Live..as a roundelay
Live..as children at play-
Live..as a cabaret
Live..as love's interplay
Live...as faith's endplay....

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November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples

espied proud specimens unobtrusive
planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet,
of foot...

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Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG")

O! sing unto my roundelay,
O! drop the briny tear with me,
Dance no more at holy-day, 
Like a running river be:
My love is dead,
Gone...

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MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS

Zinnia,I remember you,each day
Don't ever despair,my Petunia
Or give up,precious Lily.

Never forget,my Carnation
I'm thinking of you,my Pansy
You have my devotion,Honeysuckle.

My heartfelt love always,Myrtle 
With sincere regards my Daffodils-
Forever...my floral friends.

        or perhaps

a prosaic prothalamion
with a epithalamium
sung to...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum –

The perfect balm to avoid feeling glum
supine upon greensward 
I (a doubting Thomas) hanker 
to take front row catbird seat
divine...

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