Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home
Pardon me, did you just heave…
“Aye, that’s right, you can leave”
Good you give me the heave-ho…
“Don’t say, just leave this ship-
You’re ban from the trip”
But wait, I demand to know
Why heart throbs callous fate…
Or naught’ say in this state?
Then, I get’ be on the row.
Retrench, though break, I grieve
…Still air, elsewhere receive-
D-day most furious must bow.
Fly wings, see no then clip-
A tip, handsome; don’t trip.
Ready, steady and will wow.
Cos yours’ to concentrate,
Theirs to see and relate.
Patience in all makes you grow.
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Balassi Stanza: Two
Rhyme Scheme: bbaccadda
Syllable count: 667667667
Categories:
retrench, analogy, education, feelings, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Best not be rosy, you steamy old wench,
the air has no words for your vomit and stench.
Hardly, if ever, do teeth so hard clench,
yet the waste of your life is a moldy brown bench.
What hell decomposed to sordidly drench
the world with your tears like a hog in a trench?
Lapping a river of gold could not quench
the cracks in my throat from the twists of your wrench.
So fall off a bridge or meurs in your French,
Do me the kindness, my disgust you'll retrench.
Fresh wild violet, my angel of night,
fountains of silver gleam not like your light.
The heavens recoil upon your plain sight,
and in your resplendence the gods have no might.
No simple pleasure, the depth of delight
that drips from the branches, your soft limbs of white.
Worthy are none to present as your knight,
but swords all drawn, over your bed they fight.
Madame, I do beg you, lay rest to my plight,
A wench you may be, but a rose true and right.
Categories:
retrench, love,
Form: Rhyme
Stay over, forever
my unusual love,
stay over, forever
There’s nothing left here
without your rear love,
but high pitched emptiness
I’ll drill and till harder,
non stop,
till I cultivate you into my immersed care
I will never quit
nor faint against the current of our love
Stay over, forever
my unusual love,
stay over, forever
and bloom up the fullness of our love
which will overflow the bowl of our gloominess
this will make our sorrows stomach its envy
and rest in peace
Then we shall solemnly concede,
and become a fountain of love
And finally,
we shall retire heartbreak,
and make it become a retrench shoemaker
with a logo of shame, titled ‘an ex-heartbreaker’
While I will forever remain yours heart-maker
Categories:
retrench, love,
Form: Free verse