#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 211, #Abhanga, or #PoetsChoice

Hi its Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. It is the first Challenge of the month so it is poets choice, so we can pick any form of poetry we fancy. Colleen has found us yet another form of poetry called an Abhanga. I have chosen to try the new form as I love a challenge. I chose also to write two stanzas. Below is how it works.

Abhanga, “the completion” is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition, although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic. (poetrymagnumopus.com)

The elements of the Abhanga are:

• stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
• syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables each
• rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

Eyes and Souls

Image from Pixabay

Look deep into the soul
The eyes are the portal
To a soul immortal
Answers to find.

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Lacrimosa relief
Tears are a safety valve
They are a gentle salve
Shed tears save pain.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Bodily Functions. Lacrymosa Tanka.

For this weeks #SoCs LindaGHill of Life in Progress has given us the prompt “Bodily Functions” Decided on one or write on a whole bunch of them. What ever you decide have fun. Linda even suggested a site that will help, if you need help. Here.

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Glandula Lacrimalis

Lacrymosa

Tears fall from your eyes

Like raindrops from the grey skies.

Tear ducts working hard

Encouraged by emotions

You cry a thousand oceans.

August Stanza 7

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is an Ottava Rima

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.

Florescence Day Ten

Day Ten of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Image from Pixabay

Cried, dried a million tears

Words falling through the years

Hidden hopes hidden fears, I have tried.

Weep in the rain.

Despair

The  rain  falls, the  bitter  tears of what we have lost

We have  the  world  at  our  finger  tips  but at  what cost.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope that has  been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

 

Frightened  girls  covered in  lover’s blood,  husbands  holding  dying  wives

Bullets  flying, people dying. Smell of blood and  fear. Shattered bodies shattered lives.

All in  the name of  a faith. Terror, evil , fear  and  hate

We have  learned  nothing  ………. Now  I  fear  it is  too late.

 

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

Bombs to bodies strapped, terrified  people  trapped will they live or die

I look these  evil  deeds done in  the name of  religion and I cry.

 

Drive  by  a  restaurant, people relaxing. They fire  at  random

Blood on  the pavement  futures, promises  and  hope  all gone.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  the hope  thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

Terror

 

Give me a piece of cake.

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Give me a piece of cake

It might just stop that ache

It is eating me up inside

Cake might make it subside.

 

Oh! let me close my eyes

I have hear enough of your lies

Give me a piece of cake 

It might just stop that ache.

 

I worry so all night 

My terrors all take flight

The early hours multiply fears

Soon I shall be drowning in my tears

 

All is becoming very plain

the worms are eating my brain 

Give me a piece of cake 

It might just stop that ache.

 

Angel Tears

http://www.poisonivyswalloftext.com/2011_02_01_archive.html

Angel tears angel fears angel angel what did you see before you disappeared .

Angel small angel light why were you so short for this life.Angel beauty angel dear what are we to do without you here.

Angel loving angel gone can you still hear your mothers song.Tell me angel tell me dear what type of world have we created here that all our innocents are not safe and can so easily spirited away by  evil wraiths.

 

 

YESTERDAYS TEARS

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Yesterday’s tears all shed and dried as  useless now as they were when first cried! Keep your words in don’t open your mouth if you say something wrong you will let all hell out.

Keep your head down, avert your eyes think out the consequence of your replies. Keep a lid on your emotions  don’t say too much think and think again beware of any raw nerves they may touch.

Try not to comment, yet don’t be too quiet that could be misconstrued as sulking or defiance and that could cause a riot.

You should of flown when you had the chance, you were a fool to stay and follow the dance. Things are not so perfect if you look below the surface. Like a swan paddling  like mad to keep in pace you hide all your fears behind the smile on your face.

Yesterday’s tears all shed and dried as  useless now as they were before they dried! Keep your words in don’t open your mouth if you say something wrong you will let all hell out.