Long Triplet Poems
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Proms linger in promised rings.
I gave you love in a band and
On your hand my love sings.On
Forever a song in my heart for you.
In a dress to the floor, red ribbons too.
I remember you.....
I remember you too.....
Walking through the door I saw.
Handsome in your pants and a bow tied two
little knots in your chest just under the vest
ribbon of rose buds nestled in trio.
Is this real?
I remember the car it was black,
driving fast destination on track,
shattered window after we got back.
Time worP pulling fast at my eyes,
Black JackET I can still see you cry.ing
Promise made at the prime of our lives.
Given faith to the day you're my wife.
Waiting here I have been for my life.Time.
Writing square with my pen for your ear,
Circles into bubbles so you hear, how I care.
My Love singing in the air. Everywhere.
I'm Write Here~
~True~
~I Am To Hear~
~Love.Is.You~
PeAce.
tri·o (tr)
n. pl. tri·os
1. Music
a. A composition for three voices or three instruments.
b. A group of three singers or three instrumentalists.
c. The middle, contrasting section of a minuet, scherzo, march, or various other forms.
2. A group of three.
Wiki
Noun 1. deuce-acedeuce-ace - the cardinal number that is the sum of one and one and one
tercet, ternary, ternion, terzetto, three, threesome, trey, triad, trine, trinity, trio,
triplet, 3, III, leash, troika, tierce
digit, figure - one of the elements that collectively form a system of numeration; "0 and
1 are digits"
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/trinity
n. pl. trin·i·ties
1. A group consisting of three closely related members. Also called triunity.
2. Trinity Theology In most Christian faiths, the union of three divine persons, the
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in one God. Also called Trine.
3. Trinity Trinity Sunday.
How I want to see your face
To sit near you in the same place
I count the days until I will
And tell my heart, be calm, be still
It likes to beat the rhythm of
Your name, a triplet, Lit-tle-Dove
3-2-1 or 1-2-3
Goodnight my J, come visit me
Fill my dreams, in them don't go
Let me tell you straight, you know?
And then with outright show of bliss
We'll share that first momentous kiss
Then nevermore will have to long
'Cause finally they will play our song
While planets, stars, and comets dance
To toast our cosmic Klimt romance
And sometimes when the going's hard
I ask, is someday in the cards?
The hope of it's what sees me through
While waiting patiently for you
Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:
A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)
Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,
Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,
Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,
Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,
Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,
Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,
Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,
Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,
Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.
You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.
My neighbor,
Your wife is tempting me,
Your wife wants me to sin,
Your wife wants me to miss heaven.
My neighbor,
Your wife wears tight miniskirts,
She puts on dresses that reveal her body,
I am not made of metal, I am human.
My neighbor,
Yesterday she wore a crop top with no bra,
She walked shaking suggestively,
I cannot deny that I didn't see her nipples.
My neighbor,
Your wife is blessed and endowed well,
Her backyard is beautifully molded,
I am a bachelor, dry-starved and easily lured.
My neighbor,
Please warn your wife for me,
Tell her to dress decent and walk well,
If not so, I come from a family with a triplet-baby history.
RAIN
drizzle
splattering
leaky rubber boots
jumping into puddles
raindrops running down my cheeks
“water droplets obscure the skies”
(Clarity Pyramid)
04/10/2023
Pyramids3---- 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
How Many Syllables
Clarity Pyramid
Created by Jerry P. Quinn, a Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center-aligned. The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The poem's title is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is in all capital letters, followed by a two-syllable line, and a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem or are synonyms for the title. The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based on a life event within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title). The last line is eight syllables and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word, your title.
When her ewe Sally had twins, naming them was easy for Nelly.
They would either be Salt and Pepper or Peanut Butter and Jelly.
Her brother asked, "what about Jack and Jill or Bread and Butter?"
Nelly was irritated, he was bothering them; she ran to tell her mother.
Triplet lambs are rare, it only happens 2.3 percent of the time.
But Sally gave birth three times today, the neighbors all chime.
Huey, Dewey and Louie or Cat in the Hat, Thing One and Thing Two.
They were determined to help Nelly name them – red white and blue?
Nelly was excited by the baby lambs three.
She sat with Sally, and petted them, feeling carefree.
A photographer came by and took her photo; she was a beauty.
He suggested the names A, B, and C, as if it were his duty.
Earthy barmy leafs scurry
Pulling rapidly in peak flurry
Lamenting blind as mists worry
Crude cool calm earth attacks slowly
Silly calm breeze shoo wholly
Sharp plume vanishes hollowly
Descending riveted cloud gleam
Sputtering upon scratching stream
Hurries vacantly in sprinkling steam
Lying oaks bewail 'n bemoan
Unobtrusively giggling delicately unknown
On clear red foundlings windblown
Deciduous elm trees fluster
As slow clouds be one of cluster
Above and slowly disappears in a duster
Suavity forlorn pebbles grieve
Amongst sluggish ol' buttermilk sky heave
As stars twinkling thru' pea soup vapor retrieve
Compelled, you condescend to give,
With buts, ifs, ooh and oh you give,
God! Grudge-giving’s no way to give.
You aim to get more than you give,
Give, on weighing what you’d receive,
Yet, for past sins there’s no reprieve.
Giving, when you give, has no goal
Save helping a wretched poor soul
In dire need a good enough dole.
Charity is a goal-less game,
But if yours be for name and fame,
It’s just trade for gain if you give.
And it has a profit motive—
Cheap coppers, not silver thru sieve,
It’s charity with knots of weave.
Yet, time when comes, one unknown eve,
All left behind bare hands you leave,
And pardon there’s nor a reprieve,
O there’s no alt, give up you must,
And all you’ve had is good as dust,
Good deeds are all you can retrieve.
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Triplet |04.12.2021| giving, charity
Some orange, purple and magenta...
Some crimson, yellow, red...
Cascade walls in soft rainbow shades.
Fountain of colors flow rooftop to balcony,
parapets and gates in gorgeous radiance.
An awestruck seduced bumblebee,
in abundance of pink champagne, cried
"My god, you are so beautiful"....
The bougainvillea vine, a triplet cluster,
unassuming small petals, dull, pale, white.
"With no fragrance in my poor heart within,
only a cosmetic trick of colorful bracts.
Leaves in disguise show off bright camouflage,
beacon butterflies, they come close to me.
Paper glamour withers, brittle, soft, thin,
My beauty is deep, only up to skin !"
Dated 15th April, 2019
Craig Cornish 's Bougainvillea Contest
Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.