Long Rondel Poems
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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page
Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
Panting fast, I tucked wired nerves in head's cage,
that as curtains blew, this name was soon called
recalling to breathe, my flesh was in crazed rage.
Wait! "Clear dry throat; focus on scenes contoured",
Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage.
, ,,,,,, ,,
*anxiety experienced before performing
the role of Medea on stage.
* Rondel form: consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains
and a quintet,rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA.
The capital letters are repeats.
Posted under rondeau
for Susan's Wait Contest
19 July 2012
The warm summer nights when pines on the hill
Seemed to talk to the creek, where the katydids spawn
They would call-out their hymns, in the warm evening still
With sad choirs to end, ...but the music played on........
Bill would eat cotton candy, and the children would throng
To the que of the carousel, with excitement and thrill
A painted horse of their own, that would take them along
To his small magic world, of the carousel's mill
They would sit under lights, on the fragrant green lawns
And they would kiss in the dark, she would love only Bill
With sad choirs to end .....but the music played on....
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Based on the Musical Broadway Play "Carousel"
For Nette's Contest:
Carousel in Rondel 8/16/13
I need to be set free from myself from time to time,
Or else, my manic mind will never find peace
Among cognitive processes—the craziness will never cease!
It would seem that someone is trying to undermine
And distort my coherent thoughts at nighttime;
Sleep keeps me up, never offering solace and release.
I need to be set free from myself from time to time
Or else my manic mind will never find peace.
This evil keeper keeps me imprisoned and confined
Behind huge metal bars black as grease.
I see sanity roam rampant in the yard and graze with geese.
I am a convicted criminal though this illness is not a crime;
I need to be set free from myself—from time to time.
Submitted for Jared's "Rondel" contest
The smoldering sun shines incessantly
Until the earth’s humidity hastens
The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers
The spacious skies above and suddenly
Gentle rain soft but steady
Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil.
The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune
Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes.
Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain.
I feel like singing in the heavenly showers
I get dishevelled and drenched.
Yet I will sing a symphony of love,
For I am happy even more.
Love is in the air.
Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky.
Yet it rains even more.
The grass is even greener now.
It sparkles with dewy drops,
And sheds its pleasant petrichor,
A harmonious and happy fragrance
In our vast verdurous vale.
Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`,
We dance a Dougie under the deluge,
Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….
Placed 2nd
(Rondel)
People take too many risks,and later they crack,
When before marriage in free sex they lark!
And all these sexual activities will leave their mark,
That good or bad right after they can't take them back !
Days can be turned all the way, from white to black
It depends so much on you, not any Jessie or Jack!
People take too many risks, and later they crack
When before marriage in free sex, they lark!
It seems that some people don't still get it Jack!
People get hurt get sick from having free sex with Jessie or Jack!
And the price of sin is leaving in society, its very ugly mark,
So resist temptation, it's not really worthy your life! turn back!
People take too many risks, and later they crack
When before marriage in free sex, they lark!
:(
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2008
December,10,2008
Form:
(I don't see a Rondel form category so I am using "rhyme")
My poem is just a happy carousel
that merely wants to take you round and round.
It has no wish to preach or be profound.
So choose your favorite creature; ride a spell!
A zebra, elephant, horse, and gazelle
go up and down in rhythm with sweet sound.
My poem is just a happy carousel,
that merely wants to take you round and round.
This poem is cousin to the villanelle.
In days of yore in France, it was renowned.
With sole intent to pleasure, not confound,
It flows mellifluously, a rondel!
My poem is just a happy carousel.
For Jared Pickett's "The Rondel" contest
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
Dressed in her iridescent rose ball gown
An upturned smile, never a downcast frown
As soft wind touched wind chimes 'pon her barebacked
Baying hounds' continuous barks sorely racked
Poet's thoughts and varmint which they ransacked
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
Dressed in her iridescent rose ball gown
Casting shadows upon gray clouds which lacked
Songs to brighten the day with a gold crown.
Doves on the hill or valley way down
Coo to dawn with a song which gray clouds lacked.
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
This is a Rondel. It is not listed on here. I hope this is okay.
Date: 8/4/22
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired-R Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
# syllables per line 10, checked with SyllableCounter.net
Trois Par Huit--Tanka--Rondel
**A Love In Transition**
My mission,
this love in transition.
Started, a platonic love as friends.
It was not my intent, no more can I pretend.
These impending changes, remissed as I contend.
The muse of my latest poetry,
potent, our chemistry.
Hopefully!!
Am I a villain,
a wolf cloaked in sheep clothing
causing this friction?
Me ignoring these feelings
is treacherous to my heart.
This love that is in transition,
I'm incomplete and must not retreat.
Should I stay this course or flee,
is she real or a ghostly apparition.
Captivated by this rendition, her disposition,
intelligent and sweet.
This love that is in transition,
I'm incomplete and must not retreat.
Her dude is no competition
immature and full of insecurities,
quickly becoming obsolete.
One, is soon our juxtaposition,
this love that is in transition...
Jared Pickett
9/28/2010
Asavvy1
Like the faint ray of sun on an autumn day,
Thou alluring Josephus, bring all my warmth.
Trestles on trees crunch while the birds play;
And all the stars sparkle as if it was the fourth.
Crossing paths with displeasing actions,
Worrisome over my fleeting hereafter,
You are the calming force of my interactions.
The gracious beauty of mine rejoices in laughter.
Till the very day of our sweet encounter,
You’ll give every kiss through our 4 grand miles.
Every second that tick is worth all your smiles.
Infatuating more than our hearts portray,
Like the faint ray of sun on an autumn day.
Why can't spring
last as a deep feeling,
and remain joyful and eternal?
What makes this season so vital and wonderful...
adorning our earth with flowers so delightful?
Who is so dubious to disclaim it?
True faith admits no doubt...
will the heart?
My spring was too brief,
only desire outlived it...
floating as a leaf:
to taste death on barren ground:
such is the fate of all leaves!
Perhaps nostalgia is deeper than regret,
making me yearn with useless tears
and in doing so sorrow deepens...
without realizing I have no control over it.
Return spring with a new child in me,
making me run towards the sunflowers' filelds
increasing my chances to find serenity...
return spring, but don't be short and cheerless.
Years age the body, not the spirit...
as seasons remind us how fragile we are:
living one life and returning dust as before...
without voice, flesh, blood and thought.