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In-FORM-ation – My List of Poetry Forms

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It still amuses my how many people are completely unaware that there are other forms of poetry in the world other than sonnets, limericks and haiku.

For the those curious about the various forms I have used I will list them here. This way I’m not repeating myself over and over again when reusing my favorite forms.

Let the class begin…

FORMS:

Abecedarius
Acrostic
Ae Freislighe
Alouette
Ars Poetica
Arun
Bref Double
Cascade
Cherita
Cinquain
Clarity Pyramid
Descort
Diamante
Duo-Ryhme
Emmett
Emotive Ten
Fibonacci Spiral
Ghazal
Glosa
Golden Shovel
Haibun
Hex Sonnetta
Karousel
Kouta
Kyrielle
Kyrielle Sonnet
La Lune
Lento
Monchielle
Monotetra
Monotetraiyat
Naani
Not Poem
Novem
Nove Otto
Octain
Oddquain
Oviellejo
Pantoum
Pathya Vat
Pleiades
Puente
Pushkin Sonnet
Quadrille
Quartern
Raccontino
Rime Enchainée
Rime Royal
Rondeau
Rubaiyat
Serpentine Verse
Sestina
Sonnet–Jeffreys
Sonnetina Uno
Strambotto – Siciliano / Romagnuolo / Toscano
Spine Poem
Tableau
Tanka / Super Tanka
Terza Rima
Terza Rima Sonnet
Tetractys
Than Bauk
Trireme  
Tritina
Ukiah
Villanelle
Villonnet
Wave Waltz
Weave Waltz
Zeno Poem

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Urban Haze

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If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze.
The streets spots filled, the garages are packed
Garage is too expensive anyways.
Going home from work in a funky sweat,
Back of my throat like bottom of ashtrays.
The hour’s lucubration gone downhill,
Under the glare of my boss’ sharp gaze.
My corporate suit felt so good at work,
Now I’m out in midst of this darn blaze.
The walk’s a distance by foot to the train
And my suit is torture under these rays.
If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze.
Want to take off my jacket but I can’t,
Caught some strange guy checking me out slant ways.
Can feel my silk blouse sticking to my skin,
Yet I’m so not about to make his days
And see just how fitting my form can be,
But it’s worse in the sauna of subways.
For once again the AC’s not running.
This train’s the epitome of clichés.
Practice mental transference while I’m here,
To somewhere with pools and drinks and valets.
If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze.
All packed up on each other like sardines,
Is it the train or heat that’s causing sways?
Grateful that I’m finally at my stop,
Caught again in of those train delays.
At last! I am the phoenix bird rising,
From the deep pyre walking up the stairways.
Got the number for dinner on speed dial
The thought of cooking has me in a daze.
Little trooper I am I brave the heat,
But sometimes I swear I hate the weekdays.
If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze.

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Today’s form is a Raccontino.

The raccontino is an unlimited number of couplets, rhyming xb xb xb xb xb, etc. The syllable count is set in the first line and followed throughout the poem.

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Of Plans And Raivenne

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Plans change and now my day is free
To vegetate?
No not
I.

Shades await this
bluest
sky.

I must enjoy
This gift,
Bye!

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Yes, another Zeno poem (Ten lines with the syllable count: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and a rhyme scheme: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d). Because the day is too beautiful to stay in for anything verbose.

Enjoy your weekend folks – I’m outta here!

Moshing

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Music blares through amplifiers
Heavy Metal
Bass line
Loud

My age shocks some
In this
Crowd

Me in the mosh
Thrashing
Proud

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Last week I went to an underground concert to support and critique a friend whose band was performing there. Let’s just say I could have given birth to most of the other attendees with whom I was front stage and center dancing up a storm. Conversations while different bands set up, comparing the ones performing that night to other older (sometimes much older), bands is when some realized I was not even within fifteen years of their age. As faces ebbed and flowed that night, it became something of a running gag for some whippersnapper in the know to grab a newcomer and have him or her guess my age. Yes, Advil was dear my friend the next morning, but this Mama held her own proudly that night.

Because when this mama rocks, it’s not in a chair.

A conversation I had yesterday regarding my love of head banging music reminded me of last week’s concert. I decided to immortalize it by trying another Zeno poem (Ten lines with the syllable count: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and a rhyme scheme: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d).

That it also happens to fit this weeks dVerse challenge of “keeping it small” is an added bonus. 22 words total!

dVerse ~ Pets Pub | MeetingTheBar: It’s a small, small world — so let’s LIMBO like there is no tomorrow

Lock / Key

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I had closed the door upon my heart and wouldn’t let anyone in
Trusted and loved only to be hurt swore it to never happen again
I had locked the door and tossed the key as hard, and as far as I could
Love would never enter there again yes, my heart was closed for good
I thought that tossed tiny key would be next to impossible to find
Then you came into my life without my even knowing changed my mind
I never imagined how quickly and quietly seeds of love are sown
But can I trust to give my heart again, letting go all the pain I’ve owned?

My love for you is growing, but can I trust in fate?
Should I take one more chance on love, before it’s too late?
Every fiber in my being, tells me this is so very real
But I’ve been down this road before, how do I trust what I feel?
When this heart of mine has been broken more than I can take
I have the fear of again repeating the same love mistakes
Will you let me grow so close to love you, only to let me go?
Or are you my life and soul mate just waiting for a hello?

Artwork: Lock-Key Female / Lock-Key Male by Wak

Resigned to a life of quiet chaos, I figured loneliness was my due
Never imagining the peace I’ve sought would be found in you
Wanting to prove how much I love you, so I did the hardest part
Offering what’s most precious to give…the opening to my heart

You’re my alpha, my new beginning, the door to a peace beyond
Everything I have ever wanted, have ever needed to carry on
I realized I was ready to love you, but didn’t know how to start
So I offer you my most sacred treasure . the key to my heart

Artwork: Lock-Key Male / Lock-Key Female by Wak

In your arms there is no concept of time and place
I’m lost to the passions found only in your embrace

Never would I have imagined there could ever be more bliss
Than the joy, the passion, the serenity found in your gentle kiss

Artwork: Lock Exchanged by Wak

Two lonely separate souls now joined, never again to be apart

Melting together to become one love, one soul, one heart

Artwork: Lock United by Wak 

All Artwork:
“Lock & Key Male” / “Lock & Key Female”
“Lock & Key Exchanged” / “Lock & Key United”
by WAK (Kevin A. Williams)

 

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Word

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Oh I would not call this thing love,

much too simple.

Then what?

Word.

We’re talking love.

Our love.

Word…?

This love is ours,

Always.

Word!

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This is a Zeno poem:

Ten lines with the syllable count: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and a rhyme scheme of: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d.

You know me and poetic forms, I enjoy the challenge of them. Short forms especially as I am verbose. My friend and fellow blogger GirlGriot is challenging herself this month by writing Zeno poems. You know I had to give this at least one try.  And of course, typical of me, I break the rules, by using the same word as the rhyme.

It’s early in the month, I like it; I’ll be back with more…

As I Stand Here By The Sea

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I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea

The tides lap at me mockingly,
They flow and ebb and go so free.
The seashells call Come look. Come see.
They know here’s where I want to be.

The sand squishes between my toes
Locking me there because it knows,
Though I’m still held within its throes
The time grows nigh before I goes.

Though I hear Mama calling me,
I still stand here by the sea

How was this love aquatic cast?
Was I a mermaid in lives past?
I step in more, to make it last,
For it lulls me, these waters vast.

Slowly the sun starts its descent
Bright seas turn dark in increments,
Giving me more now to lament
And finally I do relent.

For I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea.

The time has come to let it be.

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dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: New view for you
Write a poem based on a photograph.

They Won

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She locks them down deep in her heart
The pains that are much to hard to bear
Not knowing pains are living things
They too have a need of air

She paces back and forth
As her soul rips at the seams
The pains try to find a voice
But she suppress the urge to scream

The pains search in vain
Desperate for way to be heard
But not computer, pen or paper
Is touched to give her pains words

But pains are a force of nature
Pains finds a way to succeed
As she picks up a straight razor
And in little cuts starts to bleed

And but for a short moment
The pains do ease inside
Covers the cuts in long sleeves
A whole new way to hide

For days, weeks, months, on end
She and her pains do this odd dance
She suppressing the cuts of evidence
As pains sneak out when they gets the chance

And all the lies rapidly collected
To give her scars a blame
Only cuts deeper than the physical cuts
That can’t quell her personal shame

She refused to reach out
To those offering her their hand
But she just wasn’t ready
Wasn’t prepared to understand

That to accept help was not a weakness
On the strong who reach out survive
But in her head only pains say she’s living
That only the pains keep her alive

Over a year on a late summer night
The clock ticks about a quarter to four
And finds that’s she’s still cutting
Alone on the bathroom floor

And for the first time she sees her arms
The crisscrossing along her inner thighs
The fresh blood trickling from her wrist
And for the first time she truly cries

The avoided mirror reflects all her hurts
Only as painful as the eyes can see
At last her pains have found a voice
And now owned will not let her be

It suddenly felt like so many hands were on her
More than what could possibly be real
It was heart reaching out to all who touched her
Desperate for a chance to finally heal

For the heart’s not made to hold pain for so long
And her pains no longer had the patience to wait
Freed at last it gushed through every avenue
She’d finally reached out, but it was too late

"THEY WON" carved into an arm.

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All One Remembers

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Be it that simple rhyme given to the first friend
The classic ”Roses are red, violets are blue…”
Or on the finest parchment that can be penned
With a method and grace that evokes much ado

Poetry is the verbiage that traces the path of a setting sun ray
Whose impression lasts long after the indigo eve holds sway

We don’t deny that amphigory can crack a mighty smile
Cooling off the sensual steam from a sexy free-verse mix
Metaphor and imagery are just a part of a poem’s style
Though it glitters it’s not silver, is one of its many tricks

Mighty words can pool one’s anger enough to shake the rafter
Or fill a pool with gut wrenching tears if that’s what it’s after

Some say the true crux of a poem’s job is to entertain
It’s a bonus if a lesson happens to be learned
Poorly or very well done, both can bring much gain
And even the rich know its value is not in dollars earned

For when all is said and done, pens down, books close, lips seal
All one mostly remembers of a poem is how it makes one feel

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dVerse Poetry Pub : Ars Poetica – Poems about Poetry

This Peaceful Moment

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The last of the rain
Leaves bright dew drops on the sand
Save the darker curves
Where flimsy tides carve the shore
My door squeaks open
And the ocean’s roar greets me
Soon the evening bell
That heralds the docking boats
Clangs in the distance
I lean against my door frame
As mild jolts of wind
Causes me to shiver some
But I do not mind
I enjoy the ambiance
Of the setting sky
I’ve loads of things left to do
But it’s worth the time
This peaceful moment
Watching my shore town
Slowly start turning on lights
As emerald seas turn dark

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