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Written November 17, 2013
Fields of flowers
Rest around our heads
While photos of blood
Surround our beds
On pedestals we stand
Preaching to the world
Something foretold
By heretics in white
And neighbors in black
Who claim they already knew that
Rain beats down on my roof
To the tune of Duke Ellington
And to the Scat Man we dance
It's all we have left in this world
Penniless pockets
Play the vagabond game
While the vultures in Eden
Circle the insane
Who hear the angels sing
Refrains and quatrains
Who can be a spokesman
For those who cannot speak
A preacher for the downtrodden
A dollar dropped at hand
For the bum on Main and Port
Traveling through strife
No child or wife
To dedicate his life
No hope to beat his drum
No harp for strings he's strung
This pen now wants some rest,
this mind is now tired a lot,
like a mute bird in its nest
no more song now,no more thoughts.
This mind is now tired a lot,
though the moon is in the sky
no more song now,no more thoughts,
no more words now,don't ask me why.
Though the moon is in the sky,
your eyes still so blue and deep,
no more words now,don't ask me why
give me a break now,let me sleep.
Your eyes still so blue and deep;
like a mute bird in its nest
give me a break now,let me sleep,
this pen now wants some rest.
©kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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Placement:2nd; January 2013
Contest:One to One (all monosyllable words)
Sponsor:David Williams
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PANTOUM--A rare form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing.
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If I invite you to come and join me
on a merry-go-round,past this sky's blue,
will you join me to find that childhood key,
if I invite you?
Our unicorn dream to touch rainbow's hue
again on dragon's back to be carefree
on that wingless horse a journey long due
our childhood merry-go-round,come join me!
Somewhere must be there, the days once we knew
beyond this mundane life come and let us see,
if I invite you!
By -kash poet
contest-Carousel in Roundel
Sponsor--Nette Onclaud
Date--13th August 2013
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The ROUNDEL is a deritave of rondeau and rondine... It has eleven lines constructed from two quatrains, and a triplet.
The rhyme scheme only has two rhymes and a refrain from the first phrase of first line, thus, the second line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b. a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B..
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Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion
She has passionately stated her favorite color is green
She talked about more shades than I think I’ve seen
My vision isn’t great, but good thing I’m not color blind too
Then I’d be like those Greeks, with one word for green and blue
She also has a pooch named Tilly
If that’s a variation of Teal then she’s green silly
Maybe instead of silly I better choose a synonym
Lest emerald becomes jade and I sing a new hymn
Yes of PD, I could write clerihews day and night
However, whatever I may or might write, it’s never in spite
She loves alliteration, writing recklessly reaping rich reward
Of ailing alliteration, I’m alienated, not even a steady steward
I think my friend PD thinks I’m the meanie
With my clerihew about seeds, I think she dubbed me weenie
I am sorry Linda, I was going to remove it from the site
But too many others found some delight
Last but not least ThePhilosopher, yeah that’s me
The one that always seems to be lost at sea
You would think either past or present I was a sailor
However on life’s quest I’ve been quite the delayer
My name is Wayland, no not the first nor the third
I am the second and sometimes I mention a bird
Speaking of the bird, I look at the top 100 poems list
And obviously there is something that I missed
When I speak of the top 100’s list, I mean for two weeks
Some post almost two hundred, yes 200, they aren’t meek
I wonder how it’s possible and then I read their verse
Many times I’m often left to curse
But since when did ThePhilosopher, become the judger of prose
His clerihews always talking about these, thou, and those
I should change my name to King James
But my buddy is already King of the Quatrains
Oh yes My buddy Jack will be the last
The subjects he writes about are vast
Too many to remember with all his pretty words
When I think of his poems I don’t think of birds
I recently read his poem titled bums unite
He said he gave them money at times, it probably felt right
He said someday they may even get a ten spot
If someone gives me a ten spot, then I’m yelling JACKPOT!
*these are always done if fun, hahaha another random rhyme
Summer Quatrains – Swap Quatrains 6-19-24
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Summer Quatrains
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
With jubilant serenades, heartfelt,
Frozen heartbeats freed from rime flow on wings
Into wellsprings silk ribbons of ice melt.
The brooding nimbus bows to solstice’ clouds
Dandelion days doze in clover now
As the Dayspring moon chants reveries out loud
To solstice’ clouds the brooding nimbus bows.
The rumpled season rides on wings of change,
Dancing in the ether where dreams abide,
Somersaults o’re a wishing star’s exchange
On wings of change the rumpled season rides.
In summer’s sunlight winter’s rose arises
Past the melancholy veils of dark starlight
Opens silky buds, rapture’s surprises,
Winter’s rose arises in summer sunlight.
let me sleep, sleep, wake me not yet,
let me dream, dream on for a while,
the day is done, evening is set,
deep in repose I sport a smile.
Time rests uneasy on my brow,
smile on my face is thought of you,
my breath moves slowly to and fro,
let me dream this dream to be true!
peace resides near beat of my heart,
tranquil is mind, as is surround,
dreams journey to that hallowed spot,
serenity greets, love abounds.
a world of divisions, of pain,
in which we live counting our days,
dream is all where our love remains,
leave me dreaming, in sleep I stay.
13/11/2022
8 syllables each line
4 quatrains with abab rhyme sequence
The moonbeam wears its glittered thread,
while stars lift evening's fine sarong
a trance ascends far overhead
moist kisses fondling a raw song
While stars lift evening's fine sarong
in secrets flushed …dark turns to light
when hungry lips meet to adorn
a fragrant tryst of soul’s birthright
A trance ascends far overhead
to drape clandestine hours…winds tease,
pouring a thirst on mouths that spread
dusk to sun in heavenly bliss
Moist kisses fondling a raw song
As lovers moan in harmony
To steal the gaps…now worlds belong
In hush of oneness, as they flee.
A Kiss is Just a Kiss Contest
~ secret love~
7/24/2013
A retourne is a French form of poetry,
similar to the kyrielle, with four (4) quatrains
written in tetrameter (8 syllables/line).
- Lines 2, 3, and 4 are REPEATED
as the first line of verses 2, 3, and 4
Leaving their land of birth
Lions, sages, tuskers go far,
There and there die in home and hearth--
Crows, cowards, herbivores as are.
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Sanskrit Translation | 18.01.2026 | birth, brave, far, home/hearth, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. The brave and brave-hearts venture far from their place of birth and prosper. Those fearful that not, die there and there. The beasts of hunting so brave command lager territories. Those eager to learn go far and get more knowledge and wisdom (sat-purushhaah). Travel was the way in olden days.
Deshan utsrjya gacchanti
sinhaah sat-purushaah gajaah |
Tatra eva nidhanam yaanti
kaakaah kaa-purushaah mrgaah || Subhaashhitam ||
All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick or Lay on
Myth and Mystery,
Narrative, Ninette or Nonet,
Ode, Ottava rima or Sicilian Octave maybe,
Parody, Pastoral or Parable even,
Quatrains or Qasida on
Romantic comedy or Repartee,
Shadow, how about Seharaa, Sestina or Senryu?
Tail-rhyme, Tanka, Triolet, Tetractys or Tyburn even?
Unlike Terza Rima, Terzanelle or
Villanelle and Vaasokht, just have contests on
Wit and Wisdom in form Vers Libre!
Xerox my words, Shadow Hamilton—
Yonder, beyond your vision, in the wings awaits a
Zealous Poet!
~07/01/15
Abecedarian contest by Shadow Hamilton
When you sit down to write, and it
seems a bit forced
When the rhyme pairs are matching, but
somewhat divorced
When the wellspring has dried up right
there at the source
Just relax - she’ll return to you
all in due course
When that stanza’s like swallowing
a bitter pill
When you’re thinking in verbs and nouns,
put down that quill
Stop playing such a selfish war
inside your head
And consider that she’s needing
feeding instead
Just remember, she’s here to bring
joy, not confuse
And recall what you did before
sing to your muse
So go dance with your daughter or
run with your son
Your spirits start soaring, and she
then joins the fun
And since these things just never do
happen to you
Writing witty little poems
shows ‘em that, too!
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a Dechnad Cummaisc, Irish quatrains (8/4a/8b/4ba)
(lines 2 and 4 end rhymes, 3's end rhymes with syllable 2 or 3 of line 4). Much less restrictive than its big sister, the Dechnad Mor
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-cummaisc-poetic-forms