Somehow I deleted my review of August Stanza so here we go again ! This is set of August Stanzas , a link poem of 31 stanzas each one starts with the last word from the previous stanza.
Thank you to Jane for the idea and thank you to Jane and Kat for letting me tag along .
As I said I did post this yesterday but managed to delete it this morning!! So I have redone it and the last stanza is similar but different because I cant remember what I wrote the first time!!
Cinquain
Gladiator
Strong focused
Fighting, striving, living
He needs to win
Hero.
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Tanka
Hero she mouthed
You have saved me from distress.
The dragon is dead
So we moved into the West
And rode toward the sunset.
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Sonnet
Sunset, golden in hue and warm
Precursor of the dark night
Which stays with us until dawn
Terrors are ready to take flight.
Dark wings and fangs search prey
Will we rejoice or sorrow in their plight.
Can they survive to see another day .
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Acrostic Haiku
Day breaks with new hope
All looks hopeful all looks right
Yesterday is gone.
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Senryu
Gone the lost hopes of past years
Hope is beckoning
Reborn from the ash of fears.
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Florescence
Bravely they train and stem
Taking chance by the hem, taught no tears.
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Tears streaming down her beautiful face she smiled
Taking his hand in hers she kissed it gently.
He wiped away the tracks that, her face defiled.
At once she felt the urgencey of fear flee
Caution to the wind as their passion went wild.
Their joyous endeavours echoed round the lee.
Those that sought to find them were soon alerted.
They cut them down mid act and left them for dead.
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Rhyming Couplets
Dead
Dead the light gone out
Lost forever without a doubt
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With all hope banished, gone
What’s left but pain to feed upon
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Triolet
Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.
Are we so lost, never to find our way.
Have we no emotions left, lost today.
Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.
That sweet innocence in life we slay.
Manon is God, see good die, fall away.
Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.
No hope left for us, the end’s here, all’s dust.
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Blank Verse but as an extra it starts with ten syllables descending to one.
Curruption taints all as it spreads around.
Unleashed it cannot ever be contained.
Readily it covers its tracks
Redoubling it smears and stains
Uncaring of the truth
Politics smacks of
Tricks, back handers
Implicit
Open?
Not.
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a rant from the heart.
Not.
Not for want of trying, I
Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.
Not for want of doing right
I’ve raged and screamed against the night
Not only for myself
I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .
Not for my grandchildren but also me
I tried to set the opposed free
And scrape the plastic from the sea.
Not just on a whim
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Tyburn
Avail
Avail
Prevail
Impale
Derail
And so they did avail,and prevail
On those they did impale and derail.
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Pantoum
Derail
Derail, a sudden silence fell
All twisted metal and acid smoke
The every day decsended into hell
Fear in the throats and all will choke.
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All twisted metal and acrid smoke
Body parts strewn around
Fear in the throats and all will choke.
From explosion to silence, no sound.
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Death comes to claim spoils
Body parts strewn around
Fire ignites and oil boils
From explosion to silence, no sound.
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Body parts strewn around
From explosion to silence, no sound
The every day decsended into hell
Derail, a sudden silence fell
Kyrielle
Fall, to tumble to take, a trip
To loose your footing, teeter, slip
You need to walk with eyes open
So as you do not slip again.
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What lies hidden, what lies in wait
To catch you out, some evil fate.
Is there a hidden danger there
To catch you out, so have a care.
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Hiburn
Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.
Care for caring’s sake
Rips my soul, exposed it ache
It’s my soul that breaks
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Break these chains that bind
Evil should never prosper
To suffering avert your eyes pretend your blind.
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Can we help eachother, be kind
Stop the wars and hate we foster
Break these chains that bind.
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All the poor upon our streets we find
We should help them not condemn.
To suffering avert your eyes pretend your blind.
———-
You need to open your mind
Reach out to foes and friends
Break the ties that bind.
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Politicians the truth you need to find
And to the down trodden make amends
Don’t avert your eyes pretending you’re blind.
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Let’s rise up and join as one
To work as one ’til the four horsemen are gone.
Break these chains that bind
To suffering don’t pretend your blind.
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Kennings Poem.
Blind
Blind unseeing
Imagination freeing
Darkness surrounding
No sight
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Careful searching
Seat perching
Eyes hands
Have plans
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Faces unseen
Hearing keen
Touch feeling
Eyes unseeing
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White stick
Dog harness
Not really
Diss – abled
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Unseeing eyes.
Use imagination
Unable – not.
Just blind.
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Ballade
Blind to all that is kind
Deaf to all that’s tuneful
Dumb, can’t speak your mind.
Untouched by all that’s soulful.
You are lost, completely without hope
Struggling on from day today
You need to learn to cope
This angst is here to stay.
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You have to grow you need to mature
To blossom and to flower
So you can be strong and endure
We rely on you to reach out and take the power.
Take on this mantle you’ve been given
So struggle on from day to day
To fail will not be forgiven
This angst is here to stay.
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So are you ready for the task
Your whole life has readied you for this
Open you eyes remove the mask
To clear your senses from the mist
You have help, you cannot resist.
Struggling on from day to day
Pointless to persist
This angst is here to stay.
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Are you still deaf and blind
Struggling from day to day
Your fate cannot be refined
This angst will not go away
Diamante
Away
Afar, distant
To travel away
Going far off, leaving me behind
Abandon forget ignore
Hurtful unloved
Deserted.
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Shadorma
Deserted.
Deserted
Just empty spaces
Nothing there
Not a soul
I am totally alone
Devoid of all life
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Florescence.
Life full and bouncy joy
As when Helen saw Troy
Her beauty won the boy, it caused strife.
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Epigram
Stress plays a large part in our lives.
Even if you blame it on your husbands and wives.
You will never beat it It remains undefeated
Unlike a computer you cannot delete it.
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Strife, no one can escape it’s true
But there are things you can do.
Kind words each day and a smile
Can help keep it at bay for a while.
Or at least make it less of a trial.
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a pattern poem, just off the top of my head! (It is ten lines long starting at one syllable growing to five then descending from five to one syllable.)
Trial,
To test
To invest
In the future
Grow and mature
Experimental
Inivative
Changing spell
A try
Out.
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Today’s poem is a play on Lady Macbeth’s speech from the Shakespearean play Macbeth. Losely Shakespearean Dialogue. With a tip of hat to Geoff at TanGental.
Out out damned spot
Have I scrubbed you or not.
My fingers raw and bleeding
I think some bleach is what we’re needing.
Out, out damned spot
What is this stain we’ve got
You have been through the machine twice
Do I have to do you thrice
Out, out damned spot
I am so stressed about your blot
I have had enough, so get thee to a bin
I care not if to waste is a sin
Out, out damned spot
My nerves are shot!
You may have me today
But it was you who got thrown away.
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Tanka
Away summer blows
Chill nips my fingers and toes
Thousands of rain drops
Fall onto the roofs plip plop
Tomorrow may be summer.💜
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Irregular Ode
Summer her name and her nature too
Attired like an Iris in gold and blue
Like a breath of fresh air her perfume begiles
She is a bouquet of soft words and smiles.
Her hair like golden flax challenges the sun
Her voice will bring you silver dreams she has spun.
She is my love, my light and my life.
To make her my bride is my challenge in life.
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SoC (a stream of Consciousness poem)
Life,
What is
Life, is it
Really as it
Appears to be or
Is it like a thousand
Grains of sand upon a beach
Washed and moved by the living tide
Lit by the sun, the moon and the stars
What is life, is it real or is it dream.
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Cinquain
Dream time
The spirits speak
Aboriginal Mists
Clouds and earth have stories to tell
Visions.
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Haiku
Visions of love bloom
Hearts break like morning too soon
Lovers take flight zoom.
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Now last but not least August Stanza 31
Tanka.
Zoom August is gone
Swallow gone leaving it’s sweet song
Golden Autumn blunders in
Soon bitter winds will sing
