Escaped
into form
without concern
for stanzas or rhyme
but the result
seems lacking,
Lyrette.
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A Lyrette is a heptastich of lines containing 2/3/4/5/4/3/2 syllables, ending in strong words
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
A Heptastich.
Reminiscing of our three-nipper sons
from a distant reality, far-flung.
Whenever the children run, laugh, or play.
Life through their eyes is but a game.
And they will change, soon that time comes.
Whenever the, children run, laugh, or play.
It's like Manna from Heaven. What, more need I say.
A heptastich,
a verse of seven lines,
the septanelle is truly feature-rich
in small confines;
it's short and sweet, but still
enough to hit poetic notes that fill
my muse's itch.
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The Septanelle: 4a:6b:10a:4b:6c:10c:4a
desire
noose around neck
strangle follows caress
then the release for an encore
as we thus trauma bond
fear of freedom
bondage
08-July-2021
Heptastich
(syllables 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 in each stanza)
Believe
all accusers,
because no one sets out
to intentionally damage
someone's reputation;
assume they're
truthful.
Believe
all accusers.
We must rally around
victims brave enough to speak out
against sexual assault;
any kind of...
abuse.
Believe
all accusers,
no matter the gender.
Really? Guys, too? Oh yes, guys, too.
Any breathing human;
in all shapes and
sizes.
Believe
all accusers
so they don't continue
to suffer in silence; afraid...
to give voice to their plight;
so they don't fall...
silent.
Believe
all accusers;
support fuels their courage,
doubt ensures their resignation;
powerless to evolve
from victims to...
victors.
(Heptastich)
Date written: 06/24/2021
Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.
Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing me life.
Cocooned caterpillar
learns to fly, but
returns.
Father,
I met a man
with hands as strong as yours:
certificate signed, clothes unpacked.
Eyes computer immersed,
his back is turned
from me.
Father,
my name has changed,
though I wanted yours back.
Recessively, your name resides
in genuine smiles though
woes, faithfulness,
and hope.
Father,
your name remains,
untampered by distance,
though fading with stone's weathering.
My son lays down lilacs
and I lay down
my tears.
6-6-2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
Two steps
forward, three steps
back. That's the way it seems
life goes sometimes, barely moving
forward at a snail's pace.
Perseverance
is key.
Life is
worth the living,
though hardships may beset.
Nothing worthwhile will be easy.
Sometimes you have to fight.
Perseverance
is key.
Follow
the Yellow Brick
Road worked for Dorothy
in the "Wizard of Oz", but she
still faced a few setbacks.
Perseverance
was key.
Keep on
seeking, keep on
moving, don't give up hope.
Even Noah had to wait for
flood waters to recede.
Perseverance
was key.
And once
you reach your goal,
Rejoice and Celebrate!
But don't stop your forward movement.
Don't become complacent.
Perseverance
is key.
6/4/21
For William Kekaula's Heptastich contest
fragile
the tiny egg
laid on a milkweed leaf
devoured by a hungry lizard
deprived of becoming
a butterfly
Life ends
fragile
the butterfly
sipping from a pink rose
becomes the feast for a sparrow
Monarch devoured in flight
That's the law of
Nature
fragile
the rose petals
cut for a crystal vase
withered and brittle, they tumble
sweet fragrance lingers on
their heads drooping
in death
fragile
the crystal vase
lies shattered on the tiles
thrown by the heart that was betrayed
prismed shards in sunlight
will hold bouquets
no more
fragile
the heart betrayed
broken from a lost love
aching for what was beautiful
but has fallen apart
emotional
turmoil
fragile
the thing called love
oft' claims us by surprise
lifting us to great zenith height
then drops us in free fall
A risk we take
for love
June 4th, 2021
Heptastich Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Summer
The best season
No other can compare
To sunny days and starry nights
That summertime brings forth
It’s so awesome
Summer
Summer
How does it sound?
Like drinks poured over ice
The jingle of an ice cream truck
Bees buzzing, waves breaking
Children splashing
Fireworks
Summer
How does it look?
Like cloudless skies of blue
The children in line for ice cream
Colorful garden fruits
Family trips
The beach
Summer
How does it feel?
Like moist heat on my skin
The sand squishing between my toes
Morning dew on the grass
Cool rain puddles
Perfect
Summer
How does it taste?
Like burgers on the grill
Chocolate s’mores and marshmallows
Tropical Popsicles
Cotton candy
Ice Cream
Summer
How does it smell?
Like backyard barbecues
Coconut lotion on my skin
Saltwater in the air
Boardwalk goodies
Fresh Fruit
Summer
What does it mean?
Family vacations
Great photo opportunities
Beautiful Memories
Fun water play
Summer
06/02/2021
Written for Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
We learn
right from wrong by
the zenith of our youth
but do we learn moral lessons
in the exact way, and
do some learn them
at all?
We show
distaste toward
those whose definitions
of morality might very
well differ from what we
figure to be
correct.
We need
to look beyond
our own realities.
There are children who lack guidance
and some who know only
cruel stings of
abuse.
There are
children who lack
even basic values,
for they witness horrendous acts,
yet harshly we would judge
those kids when they
go bad.
Children
of the streets and
some in the ghettos too;
also priviledged ones who have
no one to look up to -
wild and crazy
they run.
Wicked
they seem. We judge
them by our own standards
of right and wrong. What can be done?
Can we not all agree
at least on one
good rule?
Golden
is the rule which
we must teach today’s youth.
Until we ensure all children
feel love and protected,
society
will fail.
June 1, 2021
NA in the Heptastich Poetry Contest
For the 'ALL YOURS (Jun 25)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
A Patch of Blue Embraced
Sunlight
Freckles sidewalks
Summer shimmer light points
Golden yellow sunbeam slices
Leap in celebration
Embrace a patch
Of blue
Raindrops
Speckle rooftops
Umbrellas dot the gloom
Puddles dance in bright staccatos
Trees bow down to rainbows
To find a patch
Of blue
Fog’s breath
Camouflages
The meadow forest’s face
Where spiders shower in dew drops
Tule haze swept away
Opens a patch
Of blue
Lightning
Scented incense
Ozone thunder raging
Elusive storm winds playing tag
Teases clouds make a hole
For nascent patch
Of blue
Moonlight
Paints with silver
Moonglow gilded glitter
Platinum kisses drip from leaves
Looking to quick embrace
A midnight patch
Of blue
6/1/21
Contest: Heptastich
Sponsor: William Kekaula
sea storm
Poseidon's wife
our gorgeous Amphitrite
the most powerful sea goddess
our wild ocean princess
mythology's
beauty
Written 5-28-2021
Contest: Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Type: Verse
Choose peace
~ tranquility ~
serenity and calm
be like a still pond in the morn'
live life in harmony
find quietness
and breath
Choose love
light and wisdom
give kindness and friendship
love people just for who they are
embrace this energy
show empathy
respect
Choose hope
let it grow strong
hopeful people believe
it is the anchor to the soul
seek the impossible
make a big wish
and dream
Choose joy
bliss and pleasure
stop waiting for happy
get in a joyful state of mind
it adds years to your life
find your sparkle
delight
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May 28, 2021
Poetry/Heptastich/Verse/Peace, Love, Hope and Joy
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-616-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Heptastich
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 06/08/2021
Seventh Place
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