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ABC of Poetry
A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim
B is for Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme
C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu a funny folk song from Japan
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart
G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs
I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen
K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings
M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time
O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling
Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal
S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku
U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle, that repeats a refrain for emphasis
W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel...... that's a form that is usually sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme flowing smoothly on the tongue.
So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.
She is another man's property
Forbidden perhaps to pose for such an artist
A mirage of a slow smile on her face
Some see smirk somber sliver sly seduction
Sandy shadows personify her presence
Did you see in her encore eyes
Dreams deferred decorated delivered
In a decidedly departed deja vu?
Hidden in brave denial
The remainder of her doting smile
Traced enhanced romanced by his hands
Attentive artistry of bleak bronze hues
Captures light behind enchanting eyes
Maybe she carries a child
Painting in her womb by her lovers brush
Swelling hearts baptizing minds
As the only work of art she will treasure
For it is so very personal
Love lights Mona Lisa's darkest daze
Painted passion lives in an impression
A hint of a smile
Least the secret be told too loud.
*This poem is about the Mona Lisa painting.
It started with a scent, a touch, from him,
Something once loved, now causes fear deep within.
The wrong joke, look or word said,
Would cause him to see red.
Screaming, shouting, pushing, shoving,
Abusive words and bloodied fists replaced all the loving.
Caressing fingers, now clench a throat fighting for air,
Blood running into eyes, blurring the horrified stare.
As the world grows dark and consciousness fades,
Suddenly, I snap back and hopelessness cascades.
Crushing the terrified soul of the beaten one,
That this nightmare is not quite done.
Broken, bloodied, bruised, and battered,
A soul that feels lost, alone, and shattered.
Then one day a voice screams from within,
You've survived this far! NOW, get away from him!
Taking a chance, darting out the door,
Running for a life so he can't hurt it anymore.
Never again will I let a man think he can beat me into submission,
I've learned I matter, TO ME, and no one can take that, not even him.
*This is very personal to me. I was in an abusive relationship when I was 18, but I survived and swore that it would never happen again. I'm now in a healthy and happy relationship with my husband and 7yr old boy. Both of which I am very grateful for.
Being a devoted dilettante, once I fulfilled my dreams
to visit Art Museum on painting by renowned Artists
on fifteenth and sixteenth Century.
Exuberant mind was mesmerized on marvelous composition.
Emotion and Imagination entwined to perceive.
Some were so clear, so vivid, seemed photographs.
At the exit, supersonic cacophony hit me .
to see a half torn hand written letter
beside a broken guitar in frame,
as awkward anomaly amidst peerless paintings.
I apprehended, both must be very personal belongings
of any famous Artist ,
but couldn’t find any note.
Spellbound to realise that both exhibits
were Art Works performed
by some unknown Artist.
Half torn letter was just a tantalising sketch
Broken guitar was an unusual painting
with enchanting three dimensional effect.
Saturday
The day she rewrote herself
No more sad songs
With livelier tunes she sings along
She has welcomed the call of opposites
When she wishes to be alone she calls a friend
If she is sad she tries on happy
At first a game of pretend
She changes her hair
Relishes how the young men stare
Subtle differences from the outside in
She knows all things have to begin
One step at a time
Rewritten line by line
This all feels like a Dream
The changes pick up steam
She now looks in the mirror
She's not confronted by fear
She doesn't look away
Her life has become OK
Not a simple chore
But this woman wanted more
Tired of waiting
Locked behind a dark door
That was not the life
She had been made for
That other her
Has gone away
Endless night
Exchanged for day
Reality from imagination
The person she is was there
She may not have known
Yet others were aware
Butterfly wings
Beauty redefined
Etched in bright colors
Spread out with her mind
Dedicated to Colleen
I choose not to mention the contest because judging is very personal.
I feel it was worth higher than a HM, I received 13 comments and a 7 rating.
Form:
The other day I was rootin' around in my spouse's purse,
And was astounded by the contents that were so diverse.
If caught, I'd surely have hell to pay or maybe even worse,
And fer that very reason I shall never share with her this verse!
I was lookin' fer the spare car keys since mine I had displaced,
But was careful not to disturb her 'valuables' in my sneaky haste!
I discovered a broken pencil stub and a half-eaten Snickers bar,
A Wrigley's chewin' gum wrapper and the lid of a Mason pickle jar!
Diggin' further I found a dozen lipsticks in various sizes and hues,
And fer some reason her bag contained a couple of 3-inch screws!
Her wallet had a stash of cash that fer some reason she was hordin',
And curiously among other things was a photo of the King of Jordan!
I found an old 1980 date book which seemed to me of little use,
And wads and wads of used Kleenex which I found rather abstruse.
There was an assortment of finger nail files and emery boards,
Outdated grocery coupons and various threads, strings and cords.
I never did find the car keys after goin' through all the trouble.
They're probably lost without a trace 'midst all that useless rubble!
Thankfully, I didn't get caught or they'd be haulin' me off in a hearse,
Fer furtively rootin' around in my spouse's very personal purse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Against guilt-chained condescension
Inflicted with iniquities’ oppression
My soul, hell-bound, thru sins’ aggression…
Was rescued by the Saviour with His compassion.
Granting me great redemption
Christ paid for my eternal salvation
Setting me free from awful damnation
Toward wondrous heaven’s destination.
Endowed now with life everlasting’s possession
Blessed to be guided by omniscient wisdom persuasion
I thank my God* for this marvelous privileged condition
To enjoy His sovereign, special, and very personal intervention.
*Matthew 25:34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
April 22, 2019
-Untitled-
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/-untitled-_910940
This is how I envision a poem of emotional release for those who need to commiserate with sad companions.
Merry Christmas
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/merry_christmas_975326
My attempt at writing a personalized, image filled piece with use of emotions and metaphor.
If I Could
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/if_i_could_845050
The typical love poem but with my own twist and flair.
Life's Fading Light
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lifes_fading_light-part_1-heroic_crown_of_sonnets_780461
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lifes_fading_light-part_2-heroic_crown_of_sonnets_780708
A technical triumph for me. This poem, both part 1 and 2, are about following form and still being meaningful.
It Came And Passed
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/it_came_and_passed_952930
A very personal poem.
Shadows
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/shadows_739365
This poem is how I view poetry. Deep in meaning, smooth flow with complexity in the form.
Dark Reflection
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dark_reflection_701080
This is an earlier attempt at using imagery and is one of my personal favorites.
Companions
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/companions_819113
A prompt provided by an excellent PS poet, who I miss, is a tribute to the PS contests and sponsors.
I Lost Myself Today
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_lost_myself_today_748744
A personal poem written about my self doubt which lingers like a Raven upon my shoulder.
All I Am
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/all_i_am_883394
My view of my world growing up but inspired by a beautiful moment in my life and a lovely friend.
Written for a friend in mourning. Loss is a very personal thing. No one can grieve for you. No one can take away your pain or unbreak your heart. Only time, transmutation and healing can help. But nothing ever fixes things. The scar tissue just helps us a little bit whilst we try to survive and get by.
Hopefully, in time, we are able to see the beauty in the Universe again. Please try to remember to look up at the stars. Hugs and love.
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
(I know wishes won't bring you back)
By Michelle Morris
08/12/2023
Today I pretended to be human
Just like the days before
Despite my heart being trapped in a cage
And my soul beyond Earth having fallen
For the loss of you weighs me down
Deep into the darkest abyss
There where no Light shines
There where monsters lurk
So much grief swirls around that place
So many memories can drown in tears
And long before we know it
Our heartbreak has thorns we fear
Prickly and difficult to handle
The roses of love and hope having died
Round and round the thoughts go
What more we could've done when they were alive
But the past is the past for a reason
We can't turn back the hands of time
And the future will never be golden
If we don't embrace the love in our lives
And still, I struggle with this every day
Because at the moment I'm still pretending
I know that the choices are mine
And maybe in time I will comprehend it
But life is a gift to each of us
I know this deep down in my soul
But while my heart is still broken
It might take a long time until I'm whole
There'll always be scar tissue that aches
On those rainy days when we used to dance in the rain
And until we meet again
I'll work on transmuting my pain
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
I know wishes won't bring you back
But I will remember you every day
I love and miss you stacks
© Michelle Morris, 2023
~The Bible~
(Acrostic)
T-he most fascinating book ever written, filled of so many
H-istorical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
E-nvolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator
B-ook filled of so many wonderful hopes and promises with
I-ntructions on how to live a better life down here,
B-efore departing this earth, which could guide us and
L-ead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
E-ncounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.13.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)