Remember those days I thought to tell you
all my untold aforethought; but each time
when we met, your beauty spot diverted
mind, all efforts led to naught, couldn't say a
word; very well knew I ought to share what
thinking pops up distraught and confused I'm;
Can you express what's your thought; yes, I failed.
Untold dreams need to be brought to your heart.
But, when I think of you, got positive
vibes; appears you had soft spot for me; see
knowing that also my thought remains with
me; conscious of what I ought to tell you;
looking at your beauty spot, well rehearsed
monologue I just forgot; Can you help?
~X~X~X~
The Lannet was created by Laura Lamarca and is a form of a sonnet.
Its form consists of:
- 14 lines
-10 syllables per line – simple syllabic meter is sufficient –
stressed-meter (iambic, etc is not required)
- No end-line rhyming is required, however
- internal rhyming is permitted.
- A specific stanza requirement is not stated.
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/lannet/
Thanks to the efforts of Mr. Lawrence Eberhart for a wonderful resource at Poets COLLECTIVE site.
Categories:
lamarca, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
~Springtime Once Again~
(LaCharta)
The days are turning rather hot.
It's spring, but you would think we'd got
Summer because it is so hot
It's so warm need find a cool spot
Rather like weather when is cool
Now what want, is jump in the pool
Springtime is so lovely indeed
When rains more cool weather we need
It's a nice time to plant more seeds
Also time to kill more those bad weeds
Beautiful roses we see grow
Spring is when nature seems to glow
Hear many birds sing from the trees
Mother duck with her chicks now just see
Children play and just laugh with glee
Many games to play on land, sea
Enjoy spring cause her days go fast
Spring, sadly, for so long won't last.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
March.11.2016
~Author's Notes:
The LaCharta, is a poetry style created by Laura Lamarca.
Categories:
lamarca, beautiful, bird, flower, tree,
Form: Rhyme
~Springtime Once Again~
(LaCharta)
The days are turning rather hot
It's spring, but you'd think that we'd got
Summer, because it is so hot.
It's so warm need find a cool spot
Rather like weather when is cool
What want now is jump in the pool
Springtime is so lovely indeed
When rains more cool weather we need
It's a nice time to plant more seeds
Also time to kill more those bad weeds
Beautiful roses we see grow
Spring is when nature seems to glow
Hear many birds sing from the trees
Mother duck with her chicks now just see
Children play and just laugh with glee
Many games to play on land, sea.
Enjoy spring, 'cause her days go fast
Spring sadly, for too long won't last.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.02.2015
~Author's Notes:
"The LaCharta" is a poetry style created by Laura Lamarca.
Categories:
lamarca, beautiful, bird, flower, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Scorpion composed an epic song,
about the changes soon to be.
Thoughts and feelings that were once diverse,
Separations lasting years too long
caused global suffering to prolong.
Dividing friends and family;
Strained relationships were getting worse.
Voices joined together and grew strong.
Demanding an end to what was wrong.
At Gorky Park the world would see.
Differences would soon reverse.
A change of heart embraced the throng.
Would all these values remain lifelong?
Injustice ends jubilantly.
The seeds of tyranny will disperse.
The winds of change become the song.
I am not sure what to do about classifying my poem. This poem is called La'Tuin. It was created by Laura Lamarca. It consists of 4 stanzas with a ABCA rhyme pattern. The syllable is specific 9/8/9/8. If I am doing this wromg please advice me.
Categories:
lamarca, celebration, change, humanity, meaningful,
Form: Quatern
I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes.
I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of the street.
I am from the sprawling orange tree and its sweet smelling blossoms and the mile-high Oleander bushes housing hundreds of pesky orange caterpillars.
I am from annual Thanksgiving reunions and southern belles. From Gaetano LaMarca and Prince Pasta.
I am from “When I was your age…” and the Thanksgiving talent shows that Aunt Laura always seemed to coax me into participating in.
I am from “Tomorrow is another day” and “5…6…7…8!”
I am from the body and blood of Christ and the musty incense of Easter vigil mass.
I am from sticky and sweet monkey bread and unbearable, soggy, and glutinous southern casseroles.
I am from the WOP’s of New England and the Jet Ski that sent my grandmother tumbling into the ocean and the origin of Prince Pasta Wednesdays.
I am from towers of elaborate handcrafted Clarice Cliff china and the antique armoires that hold a million memories of the past and a million more to come.
Categories:
lamarca, family, memory,
Form: Free verse