~ To the Melody of "Home on the Range" ~
Home, Home of the Brains
Where Scrabble is endlessly played
Where seldom is heard
A monosyllabic word
And American English is forbidden, btw
Categories:
monosyllabic, america, england, humor, language,
Form: Lyric
in the midst of death lichens come to life
My secnd alternate Tien form of ten syllable, no title
Tien is inspired by Chidiock Tichborne first line of his monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
Categories:
monosyllabic, nature,
Form: Monoku
MALE & FEMALE
equivalent & complementary
My alternate Tien form of ten syllable, & title
Ten isinspired by Chidliock Tichborne monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
Categories:
monosyllabic, christian,
Form: Didactic
My
Love
For
You
Is
Pure
And
True
When
I
Am
dead
Nought
Said
( This is a Monosyllabic Sonnet )
Categories:
monosyllabic, love,
Form: Sonnet
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Categories:
monosyllabic, analogy, appreciation, sky, stars,
Form: Sonnet
Through Age: leaves, weather, birds:
the change
In Twilight: dark, cure, cane:
near fade
By Fire: burn, ashes, smother:
will sink
Through Love: strength, esteem, trust:
can quell
From Life: mirth, rapture, bounds:
at fight
From Belief: worth, bliss, drive:
core motive
Poem is inspired from the sonnet “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” by William Shakespeare
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Written: May 11, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1216 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
monosyllabic, age, analogy, appreciation, life,
Form: Sonnet
Strikingly: individual ethic odes: the bereft
Tangible anger: mood most sharp: the heft
Some adorn: leaf buds; flowers: the bloom
From fortress: Lilies induce some: spare room
Golden loom: hang like crimson: the hillside
Seed furrow: drives elation pride: drill guide
But Nature: requisite course time: her beauty
Her paleness: bustle apathy; joy: inner sooty
Whence arose: plain fanning faint: her perfume
Unrifled bloom: rich vials scent: wings plume
Genial earth: envy; prized cheeks: hour of birth
Spring arose: hues views splendor: clean mirth
Written: March 31, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1205 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Categories:
monosyllabic, analogy, appreciation, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super.
The rat gangs obviously
are bad news and apparently
loose and reprehensible,
most are irredeemably dead-eyed.
It's on!
Action demands reaction,
busters need something to bust.
Make-believe peddles a glossy fantasy
until reality accommodates,
comes true
arrives not in good and bad costumes
but anonymously in SUV's, stolen bikes,
and highjacked Lincolns.
It goes on…
Momma bears are aroused,
sports fans are inflamed
creeps challenge, rob and mob.
A citizenry cowers then
strikes back with headlines.
It's most definitely on.
News flash -- it's over,
the good guys are back watching TV,
the delinquents and sociopath's
are out on no-bail,
the jail is a refuge for non-combatants.
On and off mostly.
Not long ago we were all masked
and suspected everyone,
but now
no one is guilty until freed -
all of us bleed.
Back on... it's Back On!
Categories:
monosyllabic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Holy cow, oh dear Lawd, sakes alive!
Sometimes English can seem so contrived.
I’ve finally made sense
out of whither and whence,
but should monosyllabic have five?
Categories:
monosyllabic, silly,
Form: Limerick
No romance, just mating
Perfunctory at best,
No love, just procreating,
No need to line the nest.
No artistic self expression
Just a path from a to b,
A monosyllabic procession,
Mental catastrophe.
Constricted imagination
Creativity windblown,
A fallow field's stagnation
No seeds of beauty sown.
In single files our minds
March to a humdrum beat,
Originality left behind
Our dreams around our feet.
Entry for
If there was no poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
21/1/2020.Placed =2nd.
Categories:
monosyllabic, imagination, loss, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
most folks think
chinese or other
oriental languages
are difficult to learn
but in fact they're
monosyllabic
i love you
wo ai ni
it's english
that's messed up
and like a dead fish we
had hooked on phonics that
has made generations
not to know that there
is a difference between
your yore you're
where wear ware
wore war or
weir we're
and don't
forget
their
there
they're
stupid
Categories:
monosyllabic, muse,
Form: I do not know?
My friend, I wish you not to think me rude
Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse
Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed
Odd at the best or cold if at the worst.
Some men I see can weave their speech with ease.
Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick.
Like kites their words float light on but a breeze;
Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick
And land to frame the walls that form my cell.
By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed.
In time if pressed you come to know me well
Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days
8.7.18
In addition to being an acrostic poem, it is also written with only monosyllabic words (because in addition to being a poet, I'm also a little bit crazy)
Categories:
monosyllabic, silence,
Form: Acrostic
Each new day, one new leaf;
book of life, joy, or grief.
As each drifts to our pile
pray it's stamped with a smile.
One new yarn- spun each day;
planned or not, hope it may
fill our page with a prize,
not with sad tears or sighs.
We can't change each day's tale;
once it's done, pass or fail.
Good or bad, we must pray
for more hope the next day.
Hope is strength, the prime key;
do our best- try to see-
new day's glass as half filled.
On that thought, we can build.
Faith in hope gives us might-
to bear days packed with plight;
to cheer those full and rife.
So grows our book of life.
February 7, 2018
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Late March
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/24/2018
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written In February
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/27/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: 120 Words
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 02/10/2018
Monosyllabic (one-syllable words only)
6 words per line only
Categories:
monosyllabic, books, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
Bricabrac. Old and sick in Krakow, Czeslaw complained of his to a fellow (Irish) Nobelista. My fate too (though I am not a poet, I think, and so do I deserve it?)? Like alphabet soup. Lots of letters. Enough to make a small book. Swimming, refusing to join others in the sparest, most economic, incarnation - a monosyllabic word. Let alone a sentence that might be read front to back. Bricabrac.
2016 June 29
Categories:
monosyllabic, anxiety, soccer,
Form: Prose Poetry
i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers in a wine glass
monosyllabic
days years months
rusting like old coins
forgotten in a sewer grate
mineralized
calendar of moments
flying backward and away
burnt years like autumn's leaves
cold smouldered
tannic blood alkali veined
sublimated heart
simmering on a soul's backburner
as I roll back over
to this polar night
Categories:
monosyllabic, time,
Form: Free verse
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