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love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.
Before beginning my search,
I realize there are many models,
its not easy for anyone,
even a savvy girl.
Does he make me twirl,
will it be a throw of the dice,
I check out his "sticker price!"
Does he have a warranty to research?
I check out all of his review,
and his history in the world,
his finances, any crashes?
I am no mystic,
although not materialistic,
I have no intention of falling,
for a lemon, always stalling!
Is he a shining example to choose?
I will give him a test drive,
for a drive in the country,
down a highway we will roar.
See if he overheats,
does he have a cozy seat,
Okay, so all good so far it seems,
oh, yes he is my dream!
Any weird on line stuff still alive?
Has he a lifetime warranty, free!
Perhaps he will rust out before me,
perhaps he is not worth the price.
Well, I finally decide,
hope I got one with pride.
If not there is a trade in,
possibility, and then again I begin!
Oh, are you the right model, guy for me?
I promise to take care, I do,
to caress you every day,
to keep you out of rain and snow.
We will go out often too,
I will never leave you,
illegally parked, never will that be,
part of your life, my shining Cherokee!
Except if we crash, then you are history, adieu?
_______________________
October 5, 2016
Rhyme
(abcddeea rhyme scheme)
Rhyming checked on Rhymezone.com
For the contest, If I Shopped For My Spouse
Like I shopped For My Automobile,
sponsor, Cindi Rockwell
Sixth Place
Every poem is music, that speaks of tragedy, happiness, and fragility of life,
of death, of passion, dreams, mystery, and wonder. Oh, I could go on and on.
When we write a poem it is all about the meter and rhythm of the words.
Like a breath in and out, pauses and gallops we create. It is the depth of our
pen, the stresses of words. We create a mood, and create a poetic journey.
We have the ability to bring tears, laughter, wonder, to plunge the reader
into our world. If a poet can learn to write in meter, a beautiful experience in
writing will be yours, writing using Iambic, Trochee, and many of the other
metrical patterns is a valuable gift to learn. The resulting poems are quite
beautiful to read. However, poems written with rhythm are just as lovely.
I like pattern when writing, for example in the syllable count on each line,
the rhyming pattern, the number of lines in each verse. It gives the poem
a tidy, clear direction. (Although, I have been known to go wild with my writing
and throw all pattern to the wind.) When, we want to be taken as a serious
poet, we must, must learn to write with pattern and rhythm. And another
very important factor is emotion, our word selection must bleed with our
emotions. The reader will feel the depth of our writing just dripping off the
page if we can learn to write with rhythm, emotion and yes, meter. There
are many books available on how to write meter, get one and teach yourself.
But, do teach yourself to write with feeling, give us pauses and times to weep.
oh my darling- I stand at your cold tomb,
my life empty and forlorn without you;
our sweet baby boy grows in my womb.
for him, I must throw off this deathly gloom.
Any day now, our sweet son is due . . .
I will bring him, my darling- dressed in blue.
__________________________
August 1, 2018
Written for the contest, Reads Like Music
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
(Blessed Heart)
Feel chill in the******Air everywhere
Fall is wonderful***** and you can have fun
Cause in so many ways is different from
The other three seasons and theres just none
Like fall you can see the trees changing
Colours as they show beautiful hues
Sometimes you can smell cinnamon
Which lingers on the air with
Pumpkin pie in the mix
Children have fun
Play with leaves
That covers
Ground
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,01, 2014
"Blessed Heart" is a poetry style created by
Dorian Petersen Potter, on September 17,2010.
It consists of 13 lines in total.
Line 1: 4 syllables/6 spaces/4 syllable.
Line 2: 5 syllables/5 spaces/5 syllables.
Then from lines 3 to 11 is:
11/10/9/9/8/7/6/4/3/2/1 syllables
Rhyming is optional
Any subject
Stanzas:1
This form has to be center aligned to
show the heart shape.
On pink beach,
with red feet -
Georgia peach
on hot Bahamas sand.
Green eyes - yellow with sun.
Warm beige flesh, lightly tanned.
Towels wet and gritty -
scented like coconut.
Hair’s scattered and pretty.
Teeny-tiny conch shells drip from ears —
ebb and flow of melodious waves.
Piña Colada with cherry cheers,
slice of pineapple and umbrella
in hurricane. Caribbean calm
in the salty breeze with her fella.
Her tongue peppered with a Southern drawl.
These lovers, about to get dirty —
pail and shovel build their castle wall.
7/12/2021
Contest: A 369 Poem
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
*hurricane - type of cocktail glass
Created by Emile J. Pinet. The scientist and inventor Nikola Tesla believed that the numbers 3-6- 9 held great significance, and in deference to him, the (3-6-9,) was invented. An eighteen line rhyming verse with the following rhyme scheme: (aba - cdcefe - ghgijiklk,) with a syllable count of 333, 66666, 999999999. It looks best centered.
We danced like dappled light through swaying trees
our golden embers stoked by panting breeze
in bed of canterbury red and phlox.
As lusty wooing coos did float through morn
love sounds of seventh heaven Sol did scorn;
with scents and flames of burning equinox,
our passion dimmed the jealous sun with ease.
Susan Ashley
June 24, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem April-July 15, 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest:End June 2018 Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*red canterbury bells* - symbolizes deep romantic love, passion
*phlox* - Latin from Greek: flame; a plant of glowing color
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
glistening in the misty morning dew.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
Inspiration for a poet to write,
as eyes become mesmerised by their view.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
When held, ivory petals feel so lite,
their image like a celestial statue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
In the sun they glow with their halo bright,
like a group of angels waiting in queue.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
How elegantly they bask in sunlight,
and in monsoons they remain strong like glue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
They glow among the moon and stars at night.
How sad in the world there are just a few.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
Written 20 June 2016
Villanelle
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
Eight Mile Rhyme Bubble Bath Battle
You want to love me don’t you
Why won’t you
My words will soak into you just like I told you
Do you feel my flow?
I’m soft rhyming iridescent sultry slow
I’ll drown you with the sensual letters I know
Feel that bubbling inside of you grow
I love that red glow
you try not to let your pleasure show
even though I can feel you vibrate from head to toe
I’ll listen to what you say
But responding is child play
Your words are duller than bath water grey
Me, I shape shift like kneaded clay
slip slide inside of you every way
Baby try to rapid repeat like me
let that passionate prose spray
Bubble bounce onto me
Slinky Ricky Rhyme Time’s here to stay
I’m domesticated wild
in the groove dialed
No one’s more intricately freestyled
pushing up against surfaces travertine tiled
Screams overtaking the radio dial
I’ll be far down below near 8 mile
This white rapper is never tongue tied
Sit back and enjoy it for a while
As my textured tongue
dexterity is applied
That smell you’re smelling
That isn’t burnt toast
That’s you having a stroke
It’s not terminal you’re not going to croak
I’m the elixir for things that used to be broke
But them lame words you’ve got
All of them dissipate like smoke
They tickle a bit in my throat
but not enough to cause me to choke
I’m relaxing in this word bath
climatically enjoying my soak
rightly writing every pen stroke
Woman get yourself into my tub
I’m not just playing “Rub a Dub Dub”
What I’ve got is too big to tug
My vocabulary is a drain swirling tornado
much more potent than any drug
Out from under you I won’t pull the rug
Although my ego is supersized
I ‘m not smug
when the word play is over
I’ll comfort you with a towel and a hug!
I celebrate a challenging write
poetry of a brand new type
so much to my eyes delight
A poem that I've never tried
styles that differ from mine
writing with out a guide
Even with the rhyming line
and the verse shrinking time
I know I'll be fine
Somethings come easily
Poetic writing
and Artistry
Rhyming starts the show
then the rhythm
takes control
Sounds come alive
quotes then soon
arrive
Sadly its
time to
Go
!
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
___________________
Have good and sad memories of childhood,
but let me just write of the some for you;
beside a flowing stream I often stood !
Holding father's hand before his soul flew,
I will treasure those hikes down lush green trails;
oh, recall my first kitty who spoke - mew !
I loved listening to all Grandma's tales,
and her chocolate chip cookies and pies;
I will never forget seeing the whales !
How can I forget my sisters sweet eyes,
oh, she never aged again since that day;
and hand-me-downs that Mom had to resize !
My childhood thoughts mingle in a melee;
as my memories dances a ballet !
____________________________
November 15, 2020
Poetry/Terza Rima/non imabic/Childhood Memories
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