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It was many years ago that I used to dream
that with a small run, I could lift myself
up off the ground,
and I could fly!
I loved those dreams in which I soared above my town,
for the sensation of them was unmatched
by anything in mere reality.
With time, I noticed my flying dreams had vanished.
Oh, glorious drifting through sky -
where fled my youth? Where fled those dreams?
Last night I dreamed
I flew again!
Feb. 27, 2021
for Emile Pinet's Fragmented Verse
(It's really true. At last I had another flying dream!)
Invented by Constance La France, verse only no rhyme. Left align
12 lines, broken down into 4 stanzas, includes indentation on some lines
Indented lines are- line 3- 26 spaces/line 4- 28 spaces/ line 9 &10 -8 spaces/ 11&12- 26spaces/28spaces. Line 9 and 10 - form a question ?
Syllables- 12/10/4/4 12/10/10/12 8/8 4/4
In the tapestry of life's intricate design,
Lies the sacred geometry of chance divine,
A web of threads connecting you and me,
Weaving a tale of serendipity.
Chance, the enigmatic player on the fate stage,
Guiding our steps through life's endless rage,
Coincidence, a symphony of the unexpected,
Whispering secrets yet to be detected.
Serendipity, the gentle touch of grace,
Unveiling paths we never whim we'd embrace,
In the dance of destiny, we find our way.
Through twists and swirls, come what may
In such a celestial ballet, the cosmos align,
Guiding our hearts, intertwining our signs,
The stars above, shining so bright,
Illuminate our journey, day and night.
From the moment we're born to the day we depart,
The sacred geometry of chance plays its chart.
Is it God's power that steers us, so keen and bind?
Or is it karma, the balance we seek to find?
Perhaps it's the magic of math and science.
Unraveling the patterns, unraveling the alliance
In this tapestry of life, we're all connected.
By the threads of fate, woven with precision unexpected.
Every encounter, every choice we partake.
Leads us closer to the path we're meant to break.
But what if a chance is merely an illusion?
A concept born out of human confusion?
What if there's no rhyme or chime to it all?
No grand design, no cosmic call?
What if we're simply floating in the sea?
Of chaos and randomness, bound to be free?
But even in chaos, there's beauty to find.
In the dance of destiny, intertwined
Within the chaos, there's a hidden grace.
A symphony of moments falling into place.
Such an Olympian engine, the dance endures,
Whirling and wheeling with incalculable cogs,
Each shape and form finds its orbit secure,
Creating a tapestry of impeccable logs.
God is on display in this wonderful show.
Focus the illumination on the faraway scene.
There's an ethereal insight into a lost fact below.
An everlasting lure it exudes is lenient to be seen.
Some days are up some are down
Seems like there's no rhyme or reason
Maybe the weather, maybe the news
Maybe it's the change of season
Usually a very upbeat old duffer
Been this way since I was a young'un
Makes for a much happier existence
At my best when I'm just a-funnin'
Like to pass on my modus operandi
But it's easier said than done
All I can say is wake up with a smile
Your days will be filled with fun
At times people say my smiling face
Can really be quite annoying
“Don't you want to strangle the cat at times
Or grab her by the tail and swing”
Must confess I do have those days
But they're few and very far between
It's really a case of mind over matter
You'll be happier than you've ever been
I want to relay a message without Judgement or hate.
I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to debate.
It’s just my thoughts on masks and Covid 19.
This is just for awareness and not meant to demean.
The mask is a big issue both here and abroad.
For some it’s important and for others it’s fraud.
Some will get this virus and never feel sick.
Others get lucky and their symptoms don’t stick.
Some will get very ill and eventually die.
There is no rhyme nor reason, and nobody knows why.
Let’s just give some thought and open our minds.
Every life is important, search your heart and you’ll find.
It could kill your husband, your wife, your Mom or your Dad,
your brother, your sister, grandparents, or some acquaintance you had.
Remember these people as you put on your mask, we can all do our part, if you’re healthy be glad.
Please be safe and wash your hands, focus on the good points and not just the bad.
I find I regret less and less, especially when I've lost my own respect.
Everyone seems to avoid me; no one wants to be near.
I feel more and more lifeless, longing to thrive but trapped inside this deprived prison of my mind.
My thoughts are a puzzle all because I didn't forsee inserting this neurodiversity which beings me to my knees begging please, crying for mercy, questioning my voice has gone.
Where's my opinion? Where's my place in this neuro dilemma?
Just remember, I hear everything, I feel something.
I regret staying in this town where I've been made to feel like a fool.
I have no rhyme or reason for why my heart keeps beating.
I see myself fading away, feeling less like a man, less like a human.
These neuro chains pull me down to the oceans depths.
Most days my moods are high as a kite
But today is not one of those days
The love of my life is under the weather
So I'm walking around in a daze
No rhyme or no reason to continue on
Will call it quits for today
No incentive no drive to keep me going
For her love I'm pining away
Hope tomorrow she feels much better
To help me get back on track
The love of my life, my heart and soul
Can't wait to get her back
When she feels down I feel down too
Our lives are bound at the heart
I've told her nearly ten thousand times
I've loved her from the very start
© Jack Ellison 2014
Marching
By Franklin Price
3/1/2016
Marching into Super Tuesday
Just after Leap Year Day
Many States are having Primaries
The voters have their say
Looks like things have gone crazy
There's no rhythm and no rhyme
The Republicans are up in arms
Don't like it's Trumping time
Didn't mind the market share
When Trump was but a joke
A political apprentice
A piggy in a poke
He came out guns a blazing
Not politically correct
A breath of fresh air speaking
With voters to connect
Not one of the establishment
Who made the traffic jam
He spoke against them everyone
He didn't give a damn
Now that he's standing on the top
The party puts him down
If they had just had half a brain
They would not have let him come to town
Don't say I'm voting for him
Not saying that I'm not
Just saying that the Elephants
Deserve all that they got
The Moon
loves in lilac, sees in maroon,
swathed in gossamer and thyme of galaxies,
basking in the periwinkle pages
of my bejeweled mind,
as the night unravels a story
written in powdered vermilion,
of sun-dried moments
and bleached butterflies,
emanating wolfsbane and wisteria woes
of a maternal soul that sings for solace,
wishing sighs within clouds
carrying cotton candy lies
would see through these eyes,
and feel the warmth
between raining thistles.
For every star has a pattern of its own,
and there is no silver brighter
than the spark of faith
and kindness that flows
between charismatic constellations.
You and I, we are different shades of
glistening glows,
born to soar in sync with the
synchronized rhythm of peace,
tangled in a cosmic ballet
where love is more than a poetic word.
To embrace the difference of dialects,
the darkness before the morning rays,
the cataclysmic consequences of ignorance,
an effortless language forever
spoken between your astral seas
and my rosary of regrets.
Tonight, must I listen to the
heartbeat of the horizon
as monsoon tears fall upon my skin,
kissing away stained sorrow,
nurturing the saplings of grief,
in silence and solitude,
drawing a gamboge garden of sunrise,
resembling scented pastels
facing magenta musings
within the crescent of hope…
There is no rhyme rosier than the other,
through mismatched metaphors,
I weave magic of desires,
with wishbone clovers
breathing dreams
brushed in rosemary sage
touched by destiny,
for karma knows
no name nor skin,
but the face of love and
voice of hibiscus havens
an empathetic hymn
shared between ebony
and ivory hearts....
Humpty Dumpty through a pass
Back and forth he broke like glass
I’m at the finish I watch him crumble
inch away dam I stumble
Cinderella called me out
Her curves so hot
Out on the spot
Asked her to dance
She came back no chance
Alice booed me from the crowd
Standing tall she was so loud
An itsey bitsey spider got in my jock
I started to shake rattle and roll
I looked insane
Like I lost my brain
The crowd just knew I thru this game
Humpty Dumpty Cinderella Alice booed
Shook her umbrella
4 th quarter must escape
The crowd will trap me at the gate
Mary poppins floating high
Above my head I grabbed her feet
Her shoes are laced there in my face
Ride me Mary thru this place
Outside in front a pirate ship
Captain Hook yelled this way mate
I jumped aboard than seen the plank
In my face a thousand swords
I jumped ship landed in a spout
Met old mobey he looked so old
When I wake I’m on an island
No one around
No humpty no Alice no Cinderella
Escaped from hook lost the crowd
Mobey checked out
I road his spout
No rhyme no reason
Just football season
Uncertain times open new doors
Revealing hope in the distance
Will anything come in all this
Questions I ask in each instance
Revealing hope in the distance
On the horizon not close yet
Will the journey be very long
A question that inspires regret
Will anything come in all this
With time comes a certain doubt
But the hope hasn’t died today
One day surely we will find out
Questions I ask in each instance
Seeing things in new light today
A belief that I must now cling to
Love isn’t a game that we play
By Wayland Bunch II 8/24/13
This fits the form of the quatrain but is actually a Retourne. Another one of these French forms that I like. Similar to the quatern in that each line is 8 syllables and is composed of four stanzas. After the first stanza the first line of the second stanza is the second line of the first stanza repeated, the first line of the third stanza is the third line of the first stanza, repeated, and finally the first line of the fourth stanza is the fourth line of the first stanza. There is no restriction on rhyme, but that's no fun, that's technically why I can call this a quatrain. So the form would be
S1L1
S1L2
S1L3
S1L4
S2L1 is S1L2 repeated
S2L2
S2L3
S2L4
S3L1 is S1L3 repeated
S3L2
S3L3
S3L4
S4L1 is S1L4 repeated
S4L2
S4L3
S4L4
No rhyme scheme required, just remember all lines are eight syllables