A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ring ¦¦¦ a starbright sphere,
With ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ delight and ¦¦¦¦ cunning ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ unsought,
¦¦¦¦ the heart ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ may smile if to pleasure his ear
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ jewel of music is ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ aught--
Love, laughter, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to hang in the ear ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
As a bird's ¦¦¦¦¦ song ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in us hear
Pause ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ again the same strain caught,
So moves ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ as a pearl or tear,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wrought.
(Blackout of The Roundel by Algernon Charles Swinburne)
Algernon Charles Swinburne
with intricate poetry did earn
He loved to alliterate
& lyrical verse to create
Yes, I suffer, each night.
After sunset
alone spent time in fright,
makes me upset.
Tell me, why do you blame?
Your acts gave a bad name.
Why you try to defame? I can't forget.
Each night I remember
How you treated.
Afraid of your temper.
You created
atmosphere of dislike.
I always feared you'll strike.
Never cared what I like, what is needed.
Each night reminds those days
how I was mocked.
Daily taunts, insults, faze.
Utterly shocked.
When patience limit crossed,
all happy dreams were lost
abruptly I was tossed; that day I walked.
Despite my suffering
a lot for you;
Really it’s puzzling
how my love grew
for you and there’s no shame
to tell loved you, still same.
Feel for you, I don’t blame, my love is true.
~x~x~
Swinburne form
Suspended on a hilltop,
I sit in reverie
considering my future.
How life is just a vapor,
yet worlds continue nonstop.
Is this how things must be?
Suspended on a hilltop,
I sit in reverie.
What can I do that matters
for good before I’m gone?
Lasting legacy, I know
thus far, my input – zero,
just bits and pieces, tatters,
when life on earth is done.
What can I do that matters
for good before I’m gone?
Descending from my mountain
I seek new destiny -
to write the grace of God’s love,
His wisdom, mercy, whereof
a pure, glorious fountain
will flow eternally.
Descending from my mountain
I seek new destiny.
Convinced of God’s omniscience
my soul's within his care.
And when my feet do falter,
His Spirit's my Gibraltar.
I tell of God’s sufficience
See Him, He’s everywhere.
Convinced of God’s omniscience
my soul's within his care.
June 7, 2019
Soul IQ contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS
"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)
The prince showed up in the terrace
Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star
The prince called his lyricist and a hangman
The light that loses, the night that wins
And time remembered is grief forgotten
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
and in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Spring Light
Depths of darkness, deep
earth, night and Winter-
these are alchemy for Spring
Plain brown,dormant bulbs
bring forth such magic things
Time and motion turning light
re-cycle joy and grief
And memories as old as time,
are formed from lives so brief
Our Mother earth
has tolerance-all things she abides
Over forgotten scars her forests creep;
her shores are washed in healing tides
Cloud and mist and miracle
bring forth the flowers of spring
snowdrop, asphodel, hyacinths
renewing every dream
A sweet millenium of Springs
like clockwork cycle round
With faith we watch for them to come,
blossom by blossom .
caught short singly
one rainwrote morning in hyannisport
when snows a science
over iceroof and snowfloor beachsand and
eastersundaysun a milton shadow opportunity
opposite sleeping young and russetrocket cool
in ferriswheels of rococo chestnut hair
shortblack pleatedcotton skirt carouseling round creamcoffee legs
swinburne stretched in desert stockings slightly spread
hands lapclasped
nose artdeccoerect eyes razed marble monuments lips
just lips
chinachin touching down on a fire
work whitesilk blouse no ruffles
a plainsong of anti flesh skinquisitive
toes still and borne just like ejaculated popcorn
jacket buttered lemonleather
shoes pumps patented starbust bright
bag royal with umberous umbrella tossed
off about her
cottoncandybreasts roughly rippled by the rucked road to
go tunneling
not traveling
descartes launched in
parting
only a starspangledbanner thought
old Lucy Gray reserected
equated
transcribed for solitude
for nine hours bad road
This form Roundel is not included in the forms of poetry on PS. So I have to placeunder the category of Rondeau.
(A roundel (not to be confused with the rondel) is a form of verse used in English language poetry devised by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909). It is a variation of the French rondeau form.)
Wedding an event of a married life
That is a fusion of a woman and gent
It declares them husband and wife
Wedding an event.
Some may enjoy as flamboyant event
But end in unhappy marriage strife
Know how they are different in content.
Wedding is a one-day event in life
But marriage is until death do us part
Wedding some hours affair, marriage for life.
Wedding an event.
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October 29, 2014
Form: Roundel
It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: A B A R ; B A B ; A B A R ; where R is the refrain.
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