Long Septet Poems
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In this noisy world of busy lifestyle
That seldom show silver lines on dark clouds,
When time speeds so fast one can’t hope to catch,
And goals flex such that one can’t hope to reach,
Where’s that tranquil time with one’s very self
To fill up stillness to its spilling brim--
Absolute silence? It’s nigh but a dream.
One might go to the wilderness of poles,
Or reach to the roof of world’s tallest crest,
Relentless would the heart beat, nonetheless,
The sound of breath taken in and released,
And that ever present noise of one’s thoughts
That whine even when one’s alone with skin,
O Absolute Silence whither art thou?
To escape, one flees to world’s far edges
To be in touch with one’s inner most core,
A few moments far from maddening crowd,
But what when this passing haven’s no more,
Time comes to leave, back to the hell called world.
Oh, so soon from heaven and back to hell!
Fleeting proves such silence sought from without.
Life is to live on one’s abilities,
Experience all one’s possibilities,
To sit beside one’s Self, listen to it,
And in end see the light of self’s lamp lit--
Much harder than scaling a tallest peak.
Man’s mortal weakness starts when he can’t sit
Alone and be in commune with his Self.
One wonders if the truth of this cosmos
Lie buried deep in such silence of self
Along with all of doubts, all of questions,
Man’s ambitions and all mundane desires.
And all this when spill over from his mind,
He needs to be at such secluded spots
Of sheer stillness, be they tall mounts or poles…
Well past hurries to be bodily still,
Past all worries be utterly tranquil,
Hustle, bustle, all flurries, just to chill,
And in touch with man’s true nature to feel.
And still. a passing cloud, a fleeting dream,
Which when ends back to reality grim,
Unless one rises from bottom like cream.
Poets perhaps feel it once in a while
When after all the mental marathons
And catharsis of deep-felt emotions,
A poem just fails to materialize,
And all his being goes in deep silence
Of thoughtless state we call meditation,
And in the end is born that lost poem.
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Reflections |15.12.2024| silence, spiritual
Poet’s note: This is a blank verse. Each stanza is a septet, no septet royal nor any rhyme scheme.
Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.
Against injustices they railed—
within shed tears, I saw their plight.
In our moral duty we’ve failed.
Their troubled spirits to immerse
in laughter which abounds in verse.
Pococurante obedience.
Parting: an Aubade in a sense.
POET'S NOTE
Updated 25th Aug with the mosaic rhyme in the final two lines:
obedience & Aubade in a sense.
Recommended reading: Desert rose selenite/gypsum.
POETIC FORM: Saraband sonnet (I used the BASIC French rhyme scheme, extended).
The Saraband(e) derives its name from a fast erotic dance of the 1500s of Mexico and Spain which originated in the East. It is a stanzaic form imitating the dance steps and written in any number of septets. The various forms consist of tercets (axa—‘x’ being unrhymed) or triplets (aaa); the chief difference being in the rhyme schemes of the quatrains: English (axa bcbc), Spanish (aaa bcbc), Italian (axa bccb OR aaa bccb), and French (only axa bbcc). Each subsequent stanza repeats the rhyme scheme set in the first stanza, but in the longer Saraband poems it is not unusual to mix Spanish, Italian and/or French septets. Any metrical foot; any metrical line—some authorities insist on octal syllabic lines rendering it minor art (= 8 syllables per line) but this is not cut and dry.
Saraband Sonnet: It comprises 2 septets. Rhyme scheme: It depends on the form chosen. In the sonnet form, the rhyme schemes have been extended for the French variant (aZa in the tercets where 'z' rhymes), and Italian variant (aba cddc—thus, an addition ‘b’ in the tercets). Some examples can be found where the rhyme scheme for the second septet is progressive. It may be octasyllabic, iambic or trochaic tetrameter, or an extra foot (iambic pentameter) may be added to conform to the basic sonnet. The volta is at L8. I have experimented with the rhyme scheme: aza bbcc, dzd eeff.
1. Not thrown out of the show business
every year’s good and never less
my age placed in his mind’s steerage
I’m down to prove he won’t manage
it is no different loving him
I'm older but with the same vim.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
2. I am an atmosphere of ease
together can lay and eat cheese
we are a perfect assortment
I’m his entire allotment
my wear can’t be an allergy
the mind still has same energy
naughtiness I can also brew
staying so drunk under fun’s screw.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
3. None stays acidly expectant
my years of play, a lubricant
I swim in it with him, my drake
denied has been conflicts’ outbreak
romance rhythmed by a septet
but just two are the Architect
both young, both old, difference’s weaver
like my far age, ‘best’ feels deeper.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
4. Scared of the city’s outcry
Now upgraded after our try
my kisses and massage, his lunch
signals of softness in a bunch
to his fun, never came down draught
in his love, each other we taught
I'm a mum, lover and teacher
he's a thirty-year-younger Sir.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
Dreams from the distant past calling me
how can I stop in the middle of this race?
In this crowd I am just another face
of losing dreams which I once loved to see,
no looking back we're now on a racing spree,
changing lanes,breaking rules to increase pace
Dreams from the distant past,
sleeping in them my never grown wish tree,
faded dreams of making the world a better place
life is now just plastic smile and cold embrace,
at the end we're not,what we wanted to be
Dreams from the distant past.
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Placement:4th (August 2012)
Contest:Rondine the Traffic of Life
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By:kash poet
29th July 2012
RONDINE: it is poetry form consisting of two stanzas, a septet (7 lines), and a quintet (5 lines), making the poem a total of 12 lines.
Like the Rondeau there is a refrain which repeats the first phrase of the first line.(R),
The RONDINE has a rhyme scheme of, a.b.b.a.a.b.R. a.b.b.a.R.
It’s thirteen thousand miles from Boston to
San Diego around far Cape Horn’s way.
Ship needs to sail to that distant quay.
The Cape is a hard challenge for the crew
It’s where the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans meet and the waves are horrific.
The number of ships lost are not a few.
With good sailing San Diego can be
reached in three months from Boston’s fine dock
in hope of returning with rancho stock.
Condition of hides rest upon the sea,
if hold remains ever dry and shipshape,
The wetting of hide they hope to escape.
No fear Brig Pilgrim’s hold is danger free.
Hide house at the Mexican harbor’s berth
cures hides vaqueros bring from distant field
hoping to gain a goodly peso yield.
Their agents bargain for true values worth
Profit will give major-domo much peace
He’ll thank the Virgin for worry’s surcease
At hacienda there will be much mirth.
Hello there my dearest old friend, it’s been a long, long time
I wish of you to sit a spell, indulge me with your rhymes
I have a few to read to you. I’d like to know your thoughts.
I have so many styles now. It’s great, what I’ve been taught!
The Cameo is popular; I really love it so.
The Septet, too, is oh so grand, I wanted you to know.
The Haiku, though so short, is a descriptive piece to read.
It provides all the clarity and imagery you’ll need.
A Tanka is much like that but has two more lines instead.
It really sounds just as descriptive, if out loud it’s read.
One that really is a fave, is the Diatelle; it’s great!
With many lines and syllables it’s surely to elate.
So many styles to say the least, I cannot say them all.
We must revisit them one day, so please pay me a call.
Guiding Stars
(Rondelet)
Time shining through
With a peaceful bliss for the mind
Time shining through
Glorified sky forever blue
Heaven and earth shall always bind
Where life’s precious moment we find
Time shining through
Erich J. Goller
Copyright 8.31.2012
Rondelet
The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long - octasyllabic or tetrameter.
Refrain is the lines with the capitals. So the refrain is lines 1, 3, and 7. This is written in tetra-syllabic which is 4 syllables per line. The other lines are written in octasyllabic (8 syllables) or tetrameter (10 syllables).
I pray each day for Divine strength
To help me make it through rough times
Some vague trials with unknown length.
Bad things happen it is true.
For each step there's just enough light
From Lighthouse to guide Christians through.
And I know strength is there alright.
Strength feasible from a simple
Prayer to God's listening ear.
He answers using disciples
Dear Lord, I need your super strength
More now that I am getting old.
Your supernatural feats have length
Reaching from heaven to earth I'm told.
Form: Saraband/Septet/two stanzas
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Contest: The Great Soup Poetry Release Extravaganza
Topic: Strength
I plan on printing it out and placing at the doctor's office and maybe hospital waiting room.
Then...
Septet World Powers gave inception to
Its scarlet color speaking from seven heads
Designed to duplicate the league from which it began
And...to that end we will adhere to its specifications
Until submission becomes what is forced upon us
This Jah sides with what is deemed as ours
Bowing turned toward his vision
Indifferent to the tune of government factions
Now...
That act then bow turned toward its image
Or what is supposed to be mass-produced safety
Through syllogistic obscurity their dynasticism suggests
At best meanings which leave confusion
Because When and only when
This weakling chooses to crack
Splatter and crash separate fact from apprehension
Anatomizing a losing battle
Where sovereignty chooses the wrong hemisphere.
POETIC FOOTPRINTING
(A Senryu Septet-Thought For Today)
Spiritually,
Poets walk poetic feet;
Sojourning life:-
In sojourning life,
Which foot begins the journey;
And which foot ends it?*
When you lose your feet,
They can no longer footprint;
Thus, footprint your mind:-
Footprinting the mind,
Ensures keloid memories;
Thus, footprint your mind:-
Footprints of the mind—
Ink setting and rising suns;
Thus, footprint your mind:-
Go and mind footprint,
For they are indelible;
Thus, footprint your mind:-
*N. B. These footprints of mine,
Are inspired by those of yours;
Our minds foot printing~~~