This little tale of woe has been fluttering around my head for a while, so when I saw Geoff’s magnificent A Right Royal Nonsense today I felt empowered to add my twohapth. Cheers Geoff.
Pity poor Charlie
Pity poor Charlie he’s had such a wait Always being patient has been his fate. Mummy and Papa were determined to stay So he sat in the wings while they held sway. As first child he was kept at arms length So he did his best and played to his strength. Wife number one outshone him by far But she hatched and dispatched like a star. But she wasn’t quite royal in hiding her feelings And by telling her tale sullied their dealings. Wife number two is up for the work She knows what’s expected and she’ll never shirk. His children too outshone him by far Then their spouses also eclipsed his star. Now finally his time to shine is near Soon his coronation will be here. Unfortunately the spare has thrown in a spoke Of shutting him up there isn’t a hope He’s dishing the secrets and selling the dirt He’s got security and Dad on high alert. That is definitely not the royal way And Harry has left the firm in disarray. Me thinks the Royals have all had their day!
Colleen has been on a well deserved holiday but now she is back with our first prompt of July. This week, we choose our own syllabic form and a color to feature in our syllabic poem. But, Colleen said “let’s add a little something else to make it special! This week, along with a color, add some weather to your poem. “
If the form is from the #TankaTuesday cheat sheet, let us know so we know where to look for directions. If it’s a new form, share how to write it and where you found the instructions. Think about the different ways you can use color in a poem.
I have chosen the colour red and rain. I have written a Sijo.
The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation. We’ll try that to begin with.
There are:
Three Lines 14-16 syllables per line A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. To know how many syllables in a particular word try HowManySyllables.com.
Lost Choice
Dark shades block out colours, rain falls, mother earth weeps in shock. Red dress and cloak, female beauty hidden. Choice ripped away. Rain falls in torrents it cannot wash away the sins of the world.
It rages in my head It’s hunger goes unfed. Crawling like an almighty dread, Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.
The need and greed consumes me, It ripples through my brain Pushing me beyond the brink of pain. To lift me high then dash me down again .
They crawl and grab They lunge and stab. Body to body soul to soul They creep through my head to reach their goal.
They grapple they bite and suck. I cry and curse my luck. The sword fights the cross It starts to burn Thundering through my head I yearn.
To be eased, appeased Sated and pleased. Barren dried out and teased. It is eating me up never letting me rest. I need it, I demand it this is not a request. It’s driving me mad Making me sad. I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.
It is gnawing me, goring me, Splitting me in two They all creep inside me what am I to do. Help me, help me I am going mad Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!
What is this torture I fear Around the world for help I sweep Driving me to madness I weep This cacophony in my ear Ramping my madness up a gear It eats away my sanity Please rescue me, help me be free The music worm attacks my brain Repeating, making mental pain Oh! smite this ear worm, smite me!
Parliament still leads the dance Question is should masks stay or go. They’re also stopping lateral flow. Go into work now take a chance. Coughs on transport get sideways glance. No longer heed the Delta strain Rishi Sunak is out for gain. So rules will be relaxed we smile. As confusion reigns all the while. As our safety goes down the drain !
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.
Image from Pixabay.
Here I’m trapped in this lonely place Tied and bound to dance to their tune. Hope gone, a soldier of fortune. It’s me, not you here at God’s grace. Fear creeping at relentless pace. Morphious brought as injection. This place spreads dread as infection. Keys jangle in the dead of night. Wings being clipped no hope of flight. Give out the pills like confection.
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