Short Rondel Poems

Spring  
Rain falls
Roses burst blooming
Gardens all need grooming in
Spring...

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Guide me home...

I feel so lost

So alone

No matter the cost

Guide me home...


*wrote for Brain Strands contest "A Rondel"...

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Farewell

must go now...

best not to dwell,

when we utter love's last

farewell

An example posted as a guideline to my latest contest 'A RONDEL'...

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eagles
encircle
snow-capped mountains
in search of other
eagles




Tribute To 
The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's 
A Rondel Contest...

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Joy’s Hope

Sorrow
exhumes grief.
binds ecstasy…
embrace hope; overcome
sorrow.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010

  
Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest, "A RONDEL "
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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I sit.
Outside your window.
Mournful.
Despondent.
Heart has broken in twain.
I feel nothing but pain.
I scream your name.
Silence.
Dawn appears.
Rosy fingers stretch across-
The dew laden grass.
Yet still.
Outside your window.
I sit....

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The  silence

And  the  antiseptic  air .

The sound  of  pain

In  that  dreaded  chair .

Your  jaw  now  dead

With  a  tongue  to  choke .

"RIGHT ! ,  you're  next  Seán " .

The  voice  that  broke

The  silence .





Inspired for Brian's rondel contest ....

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I tried a mono rhyme,
but ended up with mumps;
I tried a nursery rhyme,
but mother goose got bumps.
Just when you cinqku got it,
you choka big one down.
Your ode is not so epic;
that rondel won’t come ‘round.
I tanka guy I met here,
Encouraged verse d’light.
Haikudos on your placement;
What I Believe’s just right....

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Literature

is the creation of words:

funny, sad, dramatic, tragic or satirical...

so adored by writers,

to appease their exploding passion through

literature!


Literature

is verse or prose...

seen by different eyes;

its works outlast us:

excellence is the essence in

literature!


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci...

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Every day is getting longer,
find your natural remedy;
Bathe in sunshine and the sea,
run with spontaneous thunder;

A flush is dragging you under, 
leading you to serenity;
Every day is getting longer,
find your natural remedy;

Intensity has gone darker, 
it happens almost too slowly;
Always returning faithfully,
poetic sunrays grow stronger;
Every day is getting longer....

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But I’ll refrain, she said to me.
I have my doubts, will wait and see.
She’s broken silence in the past;
her gossiping is unsurpassed,
the queen of gab in royal reign,
but I’ll refrain.

See, I’m not one to talk about,
to cast aspersions, or bring doubt,
or I might be inclined to say
her tongue is loose and it won’t stay,
but I’ll refrain.

—————

A Short Rondel: aabbcC ddeeC...

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I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;
The silence so overwhelming 
always obliterates that spark;

This ship you can’t disembark,
even as your mind’s left reeling;
I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;

On my psyche it’s left it’s mark,
vital blood begins congealing;
As I stare up at the ceiling,
I crave the quiet not the dark....

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Look at where your behavior led,
to the candles in my bedroom;
Close enough to smell my perfume;
Come, tear into this silken thread;

You may use the nickname instead,
I tend to call it a playroom;
Look at where your behavior led,
to the candles in my bedroom;

Wax dripping where it’s intended,
your glow on me turns to a plume;
Ready to give in and assume,
look at where your behavior led....

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The flip side of a stinging bee,
an exquiste honey jar spell.
A North Florida storm befell
her city like fierce fantasy.

Tender morsels sensitively
took control of a wishing well.
An exquiste honey jar spell,
the flip side of a stinging bee. 

Covered all over so sweetly,
birdsong now unable to yell. 
Urban magic hits personal,
it cannot land delicately. 
The flip side of a stinging bee....

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Riding on life’s carousel 
Seasons and years spin by
Round and round the horses fly
We’re dizzy under it’s spell.

Repeating patterns we know so well
Never asking why
Riding on life’s carousel 
Seasons and years spin by.

The time will come to bid farewell
Those who stay on will say, “good-bye”
“Time to get off”, the midway man’s cry,
Do we dismount in heaven or hell?
Riding on life’s carousel....

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Tapestry of Mist

But was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?
…an imagination's twist?
…a feathered filled delusion?

Perhaps, t’was the admission
tired of living to exist,
but was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?

An angel apparition 
softly smiling love’s assist…
telling her to coexist
with love, His strong tradition.
But was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?


Janet L Vick
Rondel form...

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Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;
Awe can put an end to slander
when it’s about all you can take;

Most of the time I curb dander,
often it’s gone with a handshake;
Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;

Mashed up processes meander
leaking out into fists that shake;
Some may be slow on the uptake 
trying me was the first mistake; 
Grateful for my blistered anger....

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Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . . 
and I'm with them because I am a poet.

(LInda-Marie, I know how you love doing spur of the moment stuff. haha. You are IT. You 
have to end your poem with those words, "I am a poet.")...

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Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;
That mundane day is such a trip,
ignoring a good time is banned;

A severe lifestyle becomes fanned
with the start of a grande courtship;
Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;

At no time knowing where you stand 
can cause what is stable to slip;
You come up with a clever quip,
‘Sardanapalian’s our brand.’
Just languishing in la la land....

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Devious in my feeble step...
seeking some pure, fresh air
and lay under a shady, tall fir
with strong desire on my lip.


My forehead continues to drip,
not finding any soothing lair; 
devious in my feeble step...
seeking some fresh, pure air. 


God! halt the desperado's grip...
if he acts in fierce dispair,
resorting to the wildest temper
with his voice lashing like a whip!
Devious in my feeble step...
seeking some pure, fresh air....

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In sprechgesang the woman spoke,
she hoped for a soft translation;
While she sought to relieve tension,
that feeling inside of her woke;

Her warm smile wore a foreign cloak
which veiled an obscure emotion;
In sprechgesang the woman spoke,
she hoped for a soft translation;

Every ounce of self control broke
wandering through this delusion;
A clear mind can end confusion,
provide a path through mental smoke;
In sprechgesang the woman spoke....

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.                           
.                             You
                          and your
                        brothers and
                      sisters are now
  missed most dearly, one million strong yearly.
        'tis more than a loss, t'is a holocaust.
                     Wisdom dictates
                         love is life.
                           We miss
                              you.




for Brian Strand's "Rondel"...

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With a ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection. 
Bespin’s a welcome distraction,
right through the asteroids they flew.

We’re members of the Falcon’s crew,
each essential to it’s function.
With a  ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection.

Multiplex, drive-in, the whole slew.
Say it fierce, there’s no objection.
Other films? No competition. 
You tell me that you love them too,
with a  ‘May the Force be with you.’...

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Oh, could I be a child again.
Mommy and Daddy standing by
My hurts to kiss, my tears to dry,
When life was easy, little pain.

I sang and played in sun and rain.
The days of childhood too soon fly.
Oh, could I be a child again,
Mommy and Daddy standing by.

I yearn for childhood now in vain.
It's gone as though a fleeting sigh,
I can't return hard as I try,
Though such fond memories remain.
Oh, could I be a child again.


For Jared's Rondel contest...

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A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
I wandered here along the shore,
A-dreaming all the things to be,
When life was still a mystery,
Each day something new to explore.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
But now with you I share my shore,
In realms of love, of you to me,
And so I know my destiny,
Like all the days I knew before.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea.





Form: Rondel Prime...

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