Let’s start with some rhyme..
I started the morning microdosing iced coffee
and scrolling the endless Internet sea
Similar to Odysseus’ travels in the Odyssey,
my sales were swelled by fashion amenities
and I was waylaid by sirens of curiosity
enough of THAT..
Ok, I have regrets. Last night I was talked into going to an after-party, when honestly, I was ready to go home. Why does Peter let me do that?
We were having enough fun where we were.
So, in this group of 10 or so, on foot, we tottered into an elegant restaurant where tiny plates that cost €40 held 4 actual bites of delicious food. We were sharing (with 1-3 other people). So, picking up the tab, I paid €400 and got what? Two bites?!
Still, with the energy of a club after midnight,
we finally got to the after-party and it was a delight
but with absolutely no food in sight.
Except two olives.
This morning I’m as ravenous as a Cyclops.
My order, placed early, would fill a triceratops.
For room service I’m toe-tappingly waiting
because the staff’s moving as fast as a Monet still-life painting.
.
.
A song for this:
Beauty and the Beast by Jump5
Free me from this bold transgression,
Random words without expression.
No clear thought from them unfolding,
I’d rather listen to a scolding.
My plead is this, if not profound,
Please mute thy instrument of its sound.
For better yet it’d surely be,
If some message the reader could not see.
Please add some rhyme, or at least a rhythm,
Expound on something, begin with a given.
They say that the wind as it rustles the trees,
It’s only a wind ‘til one calls it a breeze.
Chaos will come with no rhyme or reason,
To thy own words be true, no need for treason.
To write a mad song takes
so very little time:
just jot some words
not too absurd
and make sure that some rhyme.
The first line stands alone;
the next rhymes with the last.
Then you can do
the middle two;
I tell you, it’s a blast!
The meter’s all iambs;
the lengths all six and four.
It’s nice and neat,
so short and sweet;
you’ll soon come back for more.
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A Mad Song Stanza: 6x:6a:4b:4b:6a, using iambs
I have come so far
Forever reaching for a star
My legs so weary
Of life's bitter sweet dreary
The pain
The stain
I want no more to hold
Memories of life untold
I'm about to fold
I want to rest
No more test
Everyones sins in my ear
Their fear
I'm on the brink
Further I sink
Into such sadness
Into my mind of madness
Death would be to my gladness
No where left to hide
Happily ever after lied
Wear this black
holding the sins back
But constantly, they attack
Slipping ever deeper into my mind
Nowhere else safe can I find
Living life in rewind
I have no where to go
Nothing to show
Bum
Oh hum
Damn this inner fire
Desire
Go on
Life's too long
Can't give up or in
Neither way can you win
Life is the ultimate sin
Nowhere, or nobody in which to turn
Watching bridges burn
As you walk by
For that i now cry
So ready to fly
Time
Writing some rhyme
I'm old
Cold
Faith creeps away
Sadness comes into play
On bended knee
I plee
Take me
Take me home
No longer do I wish to roam
There you go, thinking you have to try
Even though you know in the end you'll just cry
Thinking one of these days
I'll mend my ways
Maybe find myself new
As the hunger grew
Turn on the light
Make my world bright
Pick up my guitar again
Make the world spin
Write a new song
Can't go wrong
Wouldn't take that long
Make the world sing
The happy, that would bring
Making my heart beat
Feeling the heat
Rocking all night
Bringing on the daylight
Times starts to fade
Did I make the grade
Just a word
unheard
but for in my head
What the voices said
The music wed
The sound
Unbound
Time
Some rhyme
Times the world overloads me
All I see
Close my ears
Cover their tears
Seek some peace of my own
To protect me from all I've been shown
Since I don't know when
I've always picked up my pen
Away I would ride lost in some word
Only way I could be heard
I write some rhyme
To escape for a short time
Lost to me was the world around
My own world I have found
Nothing could hurt me
While in this world I be
Finally free
Away I could fly
Nothing could touch me ,up there so high
So real
The wind I could feel
The cool air
Not a care
Safe inside my mind
People were so kind
But there is a cost
In this world you could get lost
But the freedom it did give
For once to really live
Lost in a world of no pain
Nor rain
There where your lifes not a stain
No fears
But I feel your tears
Untangle myself from from this dream
Not as easy as it may seem
Finding your way back to you
When staying would be so easy to do
So true
But I need my soul back inside
Have to carry on I can't hide
Thank you words set me free for awhile
Have back my smile
See you next time
I need to get lost in some rhyme
Times the world overloads me
All I see
Close my ears
Cover their tears
Seek some peace of my own
To protect me from all I've been shown
Since I don't know when
I've always picked up my pen
Away I would ride lost in some word
Only way I could be heard
I write some rhyme
To escape for a short time
Lost to me was the world around
My own world I have found
Nothing could hurt me
While in this world I be
Finally free
Away I could fly
Nothing could touch me ,up there so high
So real
The wind I could feel
The cool air
Not a care
Safe inside my mind
People were so kind
But there is a cost
In this world you could get lost
But the freedom it did give
For once to really live
Lost in a world of no pain
Nor rain
There where your lifes not a stain
No fears
But I feel your tears
Untangle myself from from this dream
Not as easy as it may seem
Finding your way back to you
When staying would be so easy to do
So true
But I need my soul back inside
Have to carry on I can't hide
Thank you words set me free for awhile
Have back my smile
See you next time
I need to get lost in some rhyme
I wrote a book. a love story.
in pages few. about me and you.
thoughts and dreams. hopes and fears.
of good days, and sad. some smiles and tears.
times little journeys, marked by seasons.
echoes of passions, worries without reasons,
expectations that rise, and such defeats,
darkness and sleep, a dream that repeats.
first step of our child, last breath of mother.
beginning of an age, end of another.
I left the story on the mantle piece,
under the painting, so to find with ease,
read it and hold it close to your heart.
so I can hear it beat, and of you be a part.
some rhyme, no attempt at syllable count!
thought are more important! If you feel my thoughts,
I have done it justice.
I
To all you wannabe poets,
Here's a word of advice ere you start:
If you want folks to love it,
Keep your ego out of it,
When you write always write from the heart.
II
It's great fun to write haiku and sonnets
About rainbows and gay Easter bonnets,
But if you find them too terse,
You can flesh out your verse,
And festoon it with quatrains and nonets.
III
Poets come, and poets go, and poets coincide.
Some rhyme time and time again, others "free verse" with pride.
But those who let their egos reign
Oft fade and never scribe again.
They succumb to the literary sin of authorcide.
IV
Writing is for me both pain and pleasure,
The time I spend with pad and pen I treasure.
I must confess, though,
Sometimes I stress so,
When syllables I choose to use refuse to measure.
To New Year’s Eve, I say - big whoop!
What’s there to celebrate?
A year of stress and fear and loss
Which may not yet abate.
Of course there were some ups as well -
New babies born and time
To spend with grandkids, kith and kin,
To read and write some rhyme.
But overall, with Covid’s cloud
Still hanging up above,
Let’s hope that in the coming year
We’ll block it out with love.
Write here, right now. Write now, right here!
Capture the moment while it's near
and seize the day. You now know how:
write now, right here; write here, right now.
The rhyme is tight. The time is right
to write some rhyme this time of night –
a rite of writing, lacking light.
The time is right, the rhyme is tight.
Another draft you craft in ink.
No lucre comes from thoughts you think;
though relatives may think you daft,
you craft in ink another draft.
All you can see you then can say.
At dawn, as dark dissolves to day,
with light, you write. In poetry,
you then can say all you can see.
The play’s the thing, you need to play
with words. Then, playfully they say
what makes the heart smile, cry, or sing;
you need to play, the play’s the thing.
Now play on words and let them dance
in rhymes and rhythms of romance;
teach them to sing like carefree birds
and let them dance. Now play on, words!
[swap quatrain]
written 18 July 2021
Some rhyme
Some need capitals, not capitols.
Some people can speak them.
Without knowing how to write at all.
If you use them, please spell them correctly.
I have no idea what I would do without them.
600,000 of them
And only one of me.
I am opening the dictionary right now.
I want to learn ten more.
Ten a day.
No, wait. I am old.
I had better learn twenty a day.
They are ready to be used.
Smiling from the pages of a Thesaurus,
Taunting me, laughing at my ignorance.
Yet free for the taking.
The pages grow thick and fluffed
music flow touched in the rough;
a thousand poems maybe more of heart, soul and mind,
the ability to visualize life as kind.
accumulate along this fjording bluff.
Nature's bounty thru the seasons
a single observance for any reason;
a ponderance, a wonderment of such
otherwise fading without pens touch;
a line or two, three then four
unawares the hand records some inner core;
the ability to visualize life as kind
meandering of heart, soul and mind.
Laughter and tears displayed
in honest word and phrases, unafraid.
Another text may still wait,
as age progresses, none too late
and so I'll write, pen some rhyme
as long as God provides the time
the ability to visualize all life as kind.
.
Words and phrases in word play
sees the beauty in each and every day
and time alone will tell
if this poet did it well
with the ability to visualize all life as kind.
.
Some are short
Some are long
Some rhyme
And some don't
Some are about me
Some are about you
Some have great meaning
An make you cry
Some are funny
An make you want to laugh
Some you will always remeber
Some you will forget
But poetry is in all of us
But only some of us find it
Villanelle: Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Two hundred leagues long ten times as much deep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Three lines I wrought short of just one neurone
Kept me waking drowsing falling back to sleep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Just three words nagging I could not call back home
Or was it the feminine rhyme I could not keep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
I thought on waking up first lines had round come
I could see naked words before my eyes weep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Some naughty mermaid lure my lines to embalm
Or did some Rhyme Master frown down from crest steep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Redress not tresses nor shoals of letters blame
Let them swish and swarm comb hidden beaches sweep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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