Flowers bloom
and feminine rhyme the ground
Sweet nectar bees crawl upon.
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Love turns time of Spring,
Flowers to bloom and feminine rhyme on the ground.
Tree blossoms providing pollen to call on
Butterflies and hummingbirds flit around
So profound sweet nectar and the bees to crawl upon
the ticking of time.
Love turns time of the World,
Clouds rain beating in echoing sound of its master.
Blossoming trees providing shade that's never forgotten
To touch her fire within hearth flames, beating faster,
Begotten seeds by universal earth and heaven,
the ticking of time.
Love turns time existence,
Sun shining a world of healing sweet warm love.
A faint feeling that exists like a lightning rod.
True love from up above from our Divine God
Spiced with rhythm and rhyme, of life love and affection,
the ticking of time.
3/5/2024
I scrambled on the hill,
avoiding any spill.
The rocks required some skill
to stay upright.
A covering of leaves,
hid brambles, thick as thieves,
and roots, I do believe,
lurked out of sight.
So pick your path with care,
some sturdy shoes to wear,
with lots of sunshine there,
not at first light.
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A Violette, which seems to me a tail-rhyme with specific additional requirements: 6/6/6/4 stanzas with aaab, cccb, dddb rhyme. (You can
continue with more stanzas, all using the 'b' tail). There is a mention of a 'feminine rhyme', but I've not found a good definition for that yet.
THE MOUNTAIN
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The mountain shimmers.
Morning sun.
A snowdrift glimmers.
Shadow fun.
As the sun rises,
a strong wind
blows in surprises!
Warm air kind.
No wind chill, thawing.
Snow melting.
Avalanche warning!
All daunting.
Those that did not heed?
All now dead!
How many hearts bleed?
“Sorries”, said.!
The mountain cares not!
Day after?
Frozen all forgot.
New laughter!
Life moves on, new day.
Piste? Perfect!
Skiers, ski away,
None object!
The mountain shimmers.
Morning sun.
A snowdrift glimmers.
Shadow fun.
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5-3 Definition:
A poem consisting of an odd number of quatrains (16 lines or more)
I have no idea if this form has been otherwise named if you know please advise.
Alternating lines of 5 and 3 syllables, where lines 1 and 3consist of an IAMB and an ANAPEST da-DUM da-DUM-da, lines 2 and 4 consist of a DACTYL
DUM-da-DUM
Each stanza uses individual rhyme pattern –abab
where the b-rhymes are always feminine rhyme
The first stanza is a refrain, repeated as the final stanza.
Villanelle: Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Two hundred leagues long ten times as much deep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Three lines I wrought short of just one neurone
Kept me waking drowsing falling back to sleep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Just three words nagging I could not call back home
Or was it the feminine rhyme I could not keep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
I thought on waking up first lines had round come
I could see naked words before my eyes weep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Some naughty mermaid lure my lines to embalm
Or did some Rhyme Master frown down from crest steep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Redress not tresses nor shoals of letters blame
Let them swish and swarm comb hidden beaches sweep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl
Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme
Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces
Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads
* Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac.
• rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
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