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World is the sole creative art

Sow seeds before green garden ye savour, 
Eat fruits of toil and sweat only thy own, 
Quote no quotes often chewed, void of flavour, 
No garden goes green, not by hard toil grown. 
Be it an insight, brainwave as never,
One’s own muse is most inspiring maid known. 

For long man, who’s forbidden fruits desired, 
Goes on a wander lust such fruits to fish,
Why the Garden of Eden is admired,  
Why things proscribed go for greater relish. 
It is no sin to get by greats inspired
If you add your own, cook not someone’s dish. 

World is the sole piece of creative art, 
The rest is inspired, all of it or part. 
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Sonnet |03.03.2009, revised Feb 2025|
Note: This sonnet does not follow the Pythagorean divide between the octave and sestet commonly found in sonnets, but an equal one followed by a couplet resolving the premise.
Form: Sonnet


Helen Are You O of My Heart

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Poet’s Note: Beauty used to benumb beholders. Today’s beauty is simply numbered and indexed. One thousand (mille-Helens) make one Helen, the unit fashioned after Helen of Troy believed to be the most beauteous ever to have walked on this globe. (Why not? Western standards only today matter). In the octave of this sonnet, a husband talks about what beauty is. In the sestet the lady wants to know what he thinks about her beauty, and then Volta happens to resolve in a political answer. 
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Superficial, shallow, only skin deep, 
Beauty, as beauty buffs may bemoan, lies 
In a beholder's discreet pair of eyes, 
Doubt if from a shallow skin can it peep. 
It has to glow and gleam from deep within 
To emanate from holder's feeling heart, 
And seldom a thing of the visual art, 
Born of one’s heart, beauty's more felt than seen. 

Fine, fine, but how many Helens you think 
You give to me, hailing from head or heart? 
Beholders of beauty when think, they blink,
And since it spills over from every quart,
I doubt if Helens is a fair measure  
For you— my heart’s Helen, my sole pleasure.
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Sonnets | 04.02.2008, revised Sept 2022|
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member The Sonnet

Poetic forms are special tools for me;
their rhythmic patterns mold words into shape.
Like guarded gates, they hold the imagery
and keep it tight so it does not escape.

There are so many types from which to choose-
but strict iambic forms do challenge me.
Without construction, words sometimes confuse;
strong rhyme and meter shape my poetry.

A small iambic form that shines the best-
The sonnet is a perfect writing scheme.
Its octave sets the stage as sestet next
delivers firm reactions to the theme.

The ending couplet states conclusive thought;
sums up emotions or an answer sought.
Form: Sonnet

Flatpack Sonnet Assembly Instructions

Stressed/unstressed syllables (ten to a line,
remember!) take their turns.  Fourteen in all
(that’s lines, not syllables), which often fall
in blocks of eight and six.  You’ve got that?  Fine.
Now for the rhymes.  Petrarchans intertwine
like this, in staggered couplets, as they sprawl
the page.  Americans are apt to call
Shakespearians, “English” sonnets.  These align

in neat alternatives, until the end,
which forms a rhyming couplet.  The sestet
(the six-line bit) has ordered rhymes, which tend
to vary.  Feminines are lines that get
a final, unstressed, syllable tacked on it.
And there, in fourteen lines, you have a sonnet.
Form: Sonnet

Spring Giving

The world that seemed so dull and cold
Has come alive once again behold
Little did we know found
That beneath the cold hard ground 
The plants and trees withdrawn
Preparing for a new dawn

In spring, the literal and metaphoric seeds 
That lay dormant for several months proceeds
To tentatively poke their heads through 
The warming earth in view
Then burst into full bloom refuel
Spring is a time of rebirth and renewal

Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation 
As well as imagination and aspiration
On the threshold of spring 
We notice a quiet awakening bring
To re-invent and our lives
We find ourselves living gives
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Unfinished Sonnet

I'm told that I'm supposed to write a sonnet, 
It isn't something I could ever do; 
I know I'd rather shop to buy a bonnet; 
A size six foot won't fit a size five shoe. 
I look and see how little I have done; 
I've struggled and I've sweated through the day; 
I look and see the setting of the sun, 
And still I have no sonnet to display. 

I guess I'll only flunk, not make the grade, 
My parents, I suppose, will be depressed, 
(Because I'll never get a sonnet made,) 
But then, oh well, you'd think they would have guessed. 
My teacher should just go and climb a tree, 
She'll never get a sonnet out of me. 

I would love to compose a sonnet, 
Reading rules and structure makes me think twice, 
A mind grown in science does not want, 
To mix meter and feet to replicate Martian lander 
disaster twice.

To me, feet and meter are measuring units, 
not an indication of word stress patterns, 
The Iambic pentameter throws right out in woods, 
Quatrains and couplets remind me of coupling joints. 

The Petrarchan (Italian) and Shakespearean style 
makes me wonder, 
Why rhythm does not stay with music of salsa and drums, 
Metaphor and peripeteia are some phrases to wonder, 
The octave and sestet probably are some music notes. 
Writing sonnet may not be a joke,  
but for aspiring minds, there must be hope.
© Jay Narain  Create an image from this poem.

O deserve thy desires first

Pining for long, O longing heart,
If smacked art thou by a beauty,
If rocked by her assets thou art,
Should any charming face sway thee,
Earn first good deeds her to deserve,
Desires on their own seldom serve.
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Translation (sestet*) | 24.08.2025 | beauty, heart, women
*Wonder, if it can be called a Sestetto Rima-- iambic meter with a rhyme scheme of ABABCC.

Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This verse is in Vasanta-tilakaa meter. It says: if ye cherish a beauty, she must be deserved first. Here is the transliteration of the verse in Sanskrit:

Tasyaah stanau yadi ghanau jaghanam cha haari,
Vaktram cha chaaru tava chittam kim aakulatvam |
Punyam kurushva yadi teshu tava asti vaañchaa,
Punyaih vinaa na hi bhavanti sam ihita-arthaah || 20 ||
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Clean Your Fridge

I wonder where this rhyme will go,
a random walk among the words.
I’d contemplate, but here’s the thing:
spontaneous is better, though.
To plan it out is for the birds;
unhitch the mind and let it sing.

I do suppose if I thought more,
it would be worth the time incurred,
and masterpieces would unfold,
but sometimes that feels like a chore,
so I just keep the yogurt stirred,
and skim off any spots of mold.

Now that’s a bit unusual;
it’s likely now you are confused,
and think I missed the mark a smidge.
No, I am not delusional;
I just lean on a deranged muse.
To write a poem, clean your fridge.

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A Sestet, with stanzas of 8a:8b:8c:8a:8b:8c
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Spring Blossom

Sparkling springs came as the time’s wheel rolled by,
our hearts entwined we walked the garden trail.
Ardent fervor on cloud in blue, set sail,
not long, for the rain storm dissolved the sky.
My touch slid far on stream flow from your eye,
but I surely knew I’d return, won’t fail
to be with you in garden by the vale,
in the wrap of your arms again I’d lie.

You grow sapling that sprouts in spring splendor,
cradle of leaves takes care of buds of rose.
They all unfurl at dawn splashed by sunburst,
flush you with full glow of avid ardor. 
You'll then find me smiling if you look close,
I’ll keep my vow because I’ll bloom, the first.

(Petrarchan Sonnet with Octave rhyme (abbaabba) and Sestet rhyme (cdecde)
syllable count 10 per line)

June 24, 2021
Contest : Contemprary Sonnet
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member In My Mind

(Sonnetina Rispetto) 


In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight 
Now each day I just think of you 
Non-stop my heart for you will cry 
No matter what I do and try 
Even when your love makes me blue 
In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight. 

Without you now empty's my heart 
It's all broken, just torn apart 
Now each day I just think of you 
Even when your love makes me blue 
In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2014 


August,07,2014 


Author's notes: 



The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form 

created by Dorian Petersen Potter 

on September 8,2009. 

This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each. 

It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or 

with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines. 

The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2. 

The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem. 

Specifications restated: 

Stanzaic:  Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octave. 


Isosyllabic:  Eight syllable per line 

Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice. 

Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
Form: Rhyme

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