a luc bat*
The Earth will still spin, might
not, why worry? I might not care.
You tell me I should share
the story of his fair weather
heart as if ‘twere pleather
for your gossip-starved sterling X-
followers and bowflex
lovers who become texting whores,
the kind the world deplores.
*The luc bat is a Vietnamese poetic form that means "six-eight." In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines. Luc bat poems have no set length or subject matter. Rhyme scheme: xxxxxA/xxxxxAxB/xxxxxB/xxxxxBxC/xxxxxC/xxxxxCxD/xxxxxD/xxxxxDxE and so on.
Broken Charger
My phone at 1%
Love's battery runs empty
Who gon' charge me now?
Dusk hums low again
I scroll through old convos-sigh.
Ghosts read ''typing...still''
(Sedoka)
Drum
Beat
heart loud
in freedom
rising,broken-
dance!
(Lantern poem)
Mzantsi Bus Stop
Minibus honks, dust rise high-
vendors shout,wives wave koebaai.
Wind smells like pap stew.
prayer and perfume too-
Time flies-
So do I
(Clogyrnach)
Heilbron Love Song
She wears my T-shirt.
Famo music follows her hips.
streets lights blink approval.
I forget my sorrows
The world dances small.
(Gogyohka)
Truth
Revolutions begin the day you whisper, ''enough''.
(monostich)
Taxi Ride To Wepenaar
Rain drops on glass so slow
city lights blink-I see hope glow
(Luc Bat poem)
Wi-Fi Gospel
No signal again,
but somehow Jesus still calls
bless the hotspot Lord
(zappai poem)
You walked in woods with gun.
Oh! must be a great fun; yes it
was, but tiger came; quit
no, I couldn't; I freeze; It stared at
me. You should've fired; that
is right; but I couldn't; gat fell down
It acted fast, no frown.
As it came near, I's brown; cede gun.
~x~
Do you wish to hold me?
We can drift on the sea my love,
under the stars above.
You were my lovely dove so free,
who captivated me.
I thought I’d never be so glad
and still inside so sad
For the love we both had, is gone.
As we approach the dawn
I will think, “Once upon a time,
you were meant to be mine.”
So now my heart does pine away
Wishing that you would stay
I know that you will say, good bye
Still I will wonder why,
you chose another guy, not me.
Him on shore, me at Sea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Brenda Chiri
She introduced me to this new form.
The form is called Luc Bat.
Check out Brenda’s poem titled “Seasons”
Seasons
Each season she will rise
Changing them with her sighs; to tame
the seasons with no shame
In life none can share blame; you see
Because she sets them free
Taking the old, so we can play
Refresh the earth each day, the land
she rules with iron hand
My attempt at this form! It is called a Luc Bat form!
The luc bat is a Vietnamese poetic form
that means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem
consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables.
This form is interesting in its rhyme scheme that
renews at the end of every eight-syllable line
and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.
xxxxxA
xxxxxAxB
xxxxxB
xxxxxBxC
xxxxxC
xxxxxCxD
xxxxxD
xxxxxDxE
And so on. Luc bat poems have
no set length or subject matter,
and some run on for thousands of lines.
It's over one year you left
from our happy nest, didn't chase
to know how I'm to face
the world, my disgrace never thought.
With ego you fought each time
didn't care anytime, how much
you hurt my faith with such
words, how did it touch my longing.
Instead of walking away,
could you not find way to keep
vows intact; made me weep
thinking which acts sweep adoring.
Quiet sobs are you hearing,
how can you be uncaring?
Eyed in midnight's milieu
mistakes can be illusion, see
like branches of a tree
lop-sided and set free to play.
Settling sides works this way -
all angles on display to those
who wrongly presuppose.
In morning's light, two foes can find
mercy and truth aligned.
Forgiveness of a kind breaks through.
We all know this won't work
for some who want to shirk the blame,
for those who play the game -
bringing others to shame with lies.
It's cruelty's disguise.
And so forgiveness dies? Oh no!
This is where hope must grow.
What the midnight would know as pain -
Love’s Dayspring holds as gain.
How does our Lord arraign his church?
*written 06-10-14 as a Vietnamese form - luc bat
One never want to wait until the Midnight hour to make his choices regarding forgiveness.
A flash lit up the sky,
As thunder grumbled by the rain,
My heart lay gripped with pain,
My mind going insane this way,
Hot and cold air at play,
While dreamings drift and sway around,
The wayward thoughts abound,
Where love dared not be found instead,
The dreams came in my head
And in this storm to bed I’ll go,
For wonderings I know
Allow not love to grow within,
For fear that would be sin,
Yet thunder, my chagrin, still roars
As lightning kissed rain pours
Cleansing the muddied floors of why!
Form: Luc Bat
Summer sun burning skin,
Ice cream cones are meltin’ in goo,
Weathermen have no clue,
Sunscreen dries while we stew on sand
No chilling breeze at hand,
Slowly roasting, suntanned we lie,
Baring all neath the sky,
Moaning temps are too high again,
How we need cooling rain,
To relieve the summer’s pain of heat,
Too hot, too hot we bleat
The sand is burning feet, oh dear,
Global warming I fear
When summer sun is here, such sin!
Form: Luc Bat
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