Long Indentation Poems
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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
By Mahatma Gandhi
Sheer sneaking swallowing my sigh, sooty sky, unaware,
The lion's might had dwindled to that of a little mouse.
Vibes can be outspoken, yet fate is tying me in despair.
Everything in my universe revolves around my house.
Once I had insight, dark languid dashes shed no light.
Once I had hope, but a haze of hankering hides my sight.
Once I had the birthright, yet a black beam binds blight.
I shed my inner tears while feeling a sense of peace.
We pray every night that the slaughter will cease.
We yell as the world spins, and sanity is a flimsy fleece.
We yell as worry claws its way up the mask we wear.
Fearful of a skewed worldview and warped brain douse.
Yet, we might be asleep if the world were to end tonight.
If crisis slips, the dove may put his bill to lock a lease.
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 14, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
We all collect something
it is natural to collect
the greater one's purse
the more varied and
abundant his verse. So~
even divine poets literally
not immune
a puddle, a shallow indentation
gathers
a sea, a basin of immense fill
greater renown – we all collect something
drips and drops, torrents of collecting!
Everywhere bloating affections abound –
stamps, vehicles, baubles of glitter~lightning
to wear and flash around
God and the Devil
competing for souls
everything collects something
even collections seeming magnets
for thieves
and dust
pitting and rust
polishing of sorts
affixed to all our lust
we all collect
stuffing our hearts full
until finite hearts bust
the final verse
a new universe
free from collection
my hope
Dahlias and daffodils dazzle as ice darts from the cold.
Dram is kaleidoscopic as moods and thoughts collide.
A rosy sun casts hues on the sky, mixing azure and gold.
Scarlet engulfs the star as a veil that swirl and hide.
The moon, garbed in a golden gown, glides in a gray sky.
Mars and Venus soar and gems and rubies adorn high.
Behind the flashing lights of a dragonfly, clouds sway.
Dawn paints skies with crimson, fuchsia, and blue.
The sun rises as aqueous gold, kindling its vivid hue.
When a fresh day dawns in the pearl flakes of dew.
A hazy horizon wanes in an abyss of gloom to unfold.
Velvet cobwebs contrast, glimmer in a silver snide.
Enhance the appeal of a green park where kids play.
On a buoyant beach where the breeze barely blew.
Written: March 09, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Our outside road may have a billion steps, but the inward journey has just one: this step. By poet.
The geese fly back to the light over the mountain.
Starlit fettle with rapt stars, laced in velvety delight.
All must be engraved in that pure crystal fountain.
Zest is a journey, scary, and never given by might.
A wondrous realm of rough dreams, laden with vigor.
It never vows to be flawless or to lack its sole rigor.
You might spot your line: life—fully pulls her trigger.
Losing heat by flying on a hazy drift over the seawall.
Vicious swirls saw dots, and lush hope let ashes fall.
It propels and impresses us until we start to crawl.
Drop aging bones in an endless, deep pull at a curtain.
No one is flawless or ethical, yet all have a sole sight.
All people have imperfections, giving them a fine figure.
Bask your journey; the earth will glitter and lighten us all.
Written: March 04, 2023
Writing Challenge - ''J'' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
I can't soar as of my plight, all is sorrow.
If you're late on doom day, you may miss the gate.
I need a key to join, but fiend doth borrow.
At the swish, angels freed me and sealed my fate.
As the sun sets, the waves recede with moon's tide.
My doom is set, felt a chasm I cannot ride.
Shift to dust when I'll stand in dull land abide.
Oft stroke like I'm dying in a boundless sea.
Beguiled outbursts keep me gasping on my knees.
I sucked for air to clear my chest and be free.
Life has an odd way to teach, for tomorrow
As passion hides, it hurts the heart—should I wait?
Intrusive thoughts manifest when healing hides.
Endless schism with past and sense is a doomed key.
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
1st place contest winner
Written: February 14, 2023
Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Made quite an impression, it seems
On the chair, I've been glued to so long
The indentation is an exact replica
Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song
Me bum and me chair are going steady
Only leave when I have to go poop
Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in
So I think I'll shoot some hoops
It's surely a result of this computer age
Our bodies will soon have no use
Our heads will be the size of basketballs
But our bodies will be an excuse
Excuse to hold up our 100-pound heads
With its gigabytes of storage space
We'll actually need some kind of device
Or we'll continue to fall on our face
Made quite an impression, it surely seems
On the chair, I've been glued to so long
Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy
An old Dodge I bought for a song
“All that is, is a splash in the ocean ~
Why for then needless thought flow commotion”
~ quote by poet
Seeking God's love and light, heart's yen for zen,
cajoles us to listen
to soul's whispers before we pen,
words that glisten.
Dropping narrow thought, we’re in prayer mode,
as ego fades away
and love beats in our heart's abode,
throb every day.
In an aspect of embrace and release,
intuitive recall
empowers mind that flows with ease,
in a bliss squall.
20-Dec-2022
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Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Indentation: 0, 10, 6, 20 spaces
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
We know not who we are and yet we spar,
frittering away thus, the gift of life
and looking back see we’ve drifted afar,
with nothing to show save struggle and strife.
Let us then contemplate on our true aim,
that we may stand erect, freed from erst shame,
aligning with truth, in our life’s end game.
Clear light dawns when we cease to weigh and size,
embracing with joy, each offered surprise,
whereupon our false identity dies.
Make beauteous each wabi-sabi scar,
that vibrant heart be aglow and bliss rife,
otherwise we will have ourselves to blame,
for blocking God’s light within us to rise.
02-February-2023
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Rhymezone
PS Grammar
HMS @10 syllables per line
Fragmented Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Notes:
Fragmented Rhyme, invented by Constance La France;
it has 14 lines with lots of indentation and a rhyme pattern to follow.
No stanzas.
Rhyme scheme, ABABCCCDDDABCD
Line 1- Indent 24 spaces- A
Line 2- Indent 12 spaces- B
Line 3- Left margin A
Line 4- Left margin B
Line 5- Indent 24 spaces- C
Line 6- Left margin C
Line 7- Left margin C
Line 8- Indent 6 spaces- D
Line 9- Indent 12 spaces- D
Line 10- Indent 24 spaces- D
Line 11- Left margin A
Line 12- Indent 12 spaces- B
Line 13- Indent 6 spaces- C
Line 14- Indent 12 D
Awaiting a stone in need
To be discovered along the tortured road of darkness
Among the rocks and rubble by the asphalt engineered
Continuity of purpose laid out in utter despair as plain
The sour side of evening reaches blindly
With that and nothing in my pockets
Chance favors the mind prepared
In search for something on the ground that isn't there
Tattered dirty clothes move me along
Weathered ancient as I am
Itching everywhere
Weighed down by weather wet
Colder than the rain refrigerated
Bare footed, humbled
Aged like mushroom dust
Stranger to myself when I remember
Searching for the smooth stone to taste…. There!
I lick it first so mom might give approval
Though she is no longer with us any more
I stick it between the rotted teeth
The sucking stone has dried fermented
Brown and yellow matter
A thin layered substance clinging hard
Smooth stone is mostly round
With the flavor of earth and dirt
A sinuous indentation on the stone
Stares cycloptic like with its eye open
I think I love it and keep on sucking
Made quite an impression, it seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
The indentation is an exact replica
Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song
Me bum and me chair are going steady
Have been since joining P-Soup
Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in
So I think I'll shoot some hoops
It's surely a result of this computer age
Our bodies will soon have no use
Our heads will be the size of basketballs
But our bodies will be an excuse
Excuse to hold up our 100 pound heads
With it's 250 gigabyte storage space
We'll actually need some kind of device
Or we'll continue to fall on our face
Made quite an impression, it surely seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy
An old Dodge I bought for a song
© Jack Ellison 2013