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Call For Submissions #7 - CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme
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Call For Submissions #7 - CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme
Call For Submissions for our sister-site Poetry-Defined.com. The form CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme is one of my favorite forms. Invented by Laura Lamarca, it is a rather simplistic form that consists of one ten-line stanza. The rhyme scheme for the CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme is AABBCCCABC - each line should consist of fifteen (15) syllables.
The call for CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme closes near August 20, 2007. Please refer to the NEW Poetic Type Published Rules & Guidelines for more info on the rules and guidelines for submitting poetry.
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As stated above - this is one of my most favorite forms. The form's rules are quite simplistic, but should allow for a great deal of diversity. So... I look forward to seeing your creativity within the scope of CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme! Please post your poetry submissions in this thread. Enjoy - Be Creative AND Happy posting!
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Have you ever seen the faeries, they are magical you know,
they can take the shape of insects, as they flitter to and fro.
It’s been said the female faerie, often chooses butterfly,
and the male becomes the grasshopper, as he goes hopping by.
The colors of the butterfly, which adorn a flashing wing,
are much the same as faerie folk‘s, and about it faeries sing.
The grasshopper is chosen, for the great strength, that he may bring.
So just before the twilight flow, in the sunset’s afterglow,
sit quietly in the meadow try, mind you, keep a watchful eye,
and you may hear the faeries sing, as they're dancing in a ring
Sartor 7-24-2007
Last edited by Sartor; 09-06-2007 at 12:15 PM.
Reason: edited commentary out - great CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme SARTOR ;)
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Muse-ache
Muse-ache
As a silent symphony drifts away without destiny,
One drop of sweet infamy dabs the last page with brevity.
Her Siren voice, hushed by the fate of enchanted encounters,
Clings like the lingering whispers of faint and long lost lovers,
Glows within the embers of each verse of poetry and prose
'Til the night is pregnant with the muse-ache of intuitive woes
By a poet who fades from the hum of her waning echoes
There’s no hope of remedy. The bard flirts with insanity.
Un-captured murmurs flit away from poetic elixirs
The ink in the well cannot tell, only the missing muse knows.
Big bird farm, trapped in its concrete cage, the birds all have flown
emptiness framed by spark of wielding torches, many men have known
your graceful way of gliding through the worst of times and the best
so we restored you once again my dear, not yet time to rest
in midst of war, in the Gulf Of Tonkin. a mistake was made
conflagration soon ensued and brave men saved you, but it’s said
even braver men died in their attempt and now I’m afraid
men without souls, men who never walked your decks, men never shown
the beauty of your regal glory as sun sinks in the west
they aim to sink you now, please…to turn the guns for one last raid
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Mjcarson
7-24-2007
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A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme
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Diffusing Writer's Block
Diffusing Writer's Block
Onto the path I set my feet, unsteady upon the ground
Search for knowledge and experience-won’t stop until its found
The ever-increasing thirst inside that parches my soul’s lips
A desire I strive for so often, why I take my trips
Journey into the unknown realms to find hidden rooms to choose
Exploration delving deeper, while seeking my guiding muse
Carefully leaving no stone unturned, following all her clues
While my visions become clearer as enlightenment abounds
Nourishing my inner being, from her wine I take my sips
Eclipsing parallel dimensions…writer’s block I diffuse
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Here is my submission, if it isn't too late.
NARROW ESCAPE
We fled swiftly into the night, wearing nothing but our screams
Janjahweed, armed with killer instincts, were everywhere it seemed
My mother naked to her waist, grabbed my hand and held me tight
She muttered “God help us”, “God help us all”, as we fled in fright
I heard the guns, spitting their death wish, at all who didn’t escape
Metallic bullet clones found their prey, those who didn’t die got raped
Among the snakes and dark forest, we fled as Mother Earth baked
At times we hid in deep gullies, silent as child killers passed
Eyes blankly flat, reality metastasized into hell
They were no more as children, playing in their mothers’ kitchen.
The voice of God in thunder rolls across the Heavens hillside.
It rages in volumes of anger at the sin of man’s pride.
Still little streaks of hope for forgiveness flash in the lightning.
A seagull waits patiently for dawn after storms igniting
to break so he can untuck his wings and fly through peaceful skies.
Storms can’t last forever as every cloud in the Heavens dries,
just like the bitter word of anger on the forked-tongue unties.
Behind every rain cloud there is a sun that in wait will hide
to shine on the dark day once more and clear away the frightening.
The Lord hears all our deepest storms be it seagulls or man’s cries.
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