Five Words: [ BRIEF – END – SHAPE – LAND – BLAST ]
in a shape of a lover to hunt
you were there and so gallant
a charming figment
an errant
halt
a blast when you were here, so brilliant
in a land of amazement
a charming figment
an errant
why?
I was happy for a brief moment of my life
it has to end to my grunt
a charming figment
an errant
gone*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* Triquint, a poem for created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses, 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.
All Hallows Eve, when all creatures abound
as witches, vampires and other costumes
trick or treating or lighting bonfires
carving pumpkins into jack o lanterns
apple bobbing and divination games
children go from house to house with their bags
sweets given by the crowd are bags and bags
witches with their cauldrons always abound
people play on each others tricks and games
Mum made them or from old siblings these costumes
paraded on the streets at night are lanterns
old furniture, papers and wood for bonfires
hotdogs and hamburgers eaten at bonfires
they’re filling up through the night their sweets bags
dimmed then gone out are flashlights and lanterns
rumours of further doom abound
some authentic, some fakes, these costumes
zombies roam in doom and gloom games
hide and seek or of no return games
burning leaves and woods bonfires
as celebrants revel and dance with costumes
dark bags under eyes or energy bags
rubbish after the festivities abound
paper with candles ready-made lanterns
of sparkling swans, stars and angels lanterns
raising to another level some games
that garden with stone carvings abound
prepare for Guy Fawkes night early bonfires
children ask for the Guy with their pennies bags
with iconographic patterns some costumes
sceneries for plays and masks costumes
tapered served as thermal chimneys lanterns
fish and chips with salt and vinegar in bags
played through the night when evil comes games
being lit for the celebration are bonfires
in the risqué humour of Hitchcock abound
all costumes were part of the games
some lanterns lit for bonfires
bags and bags of energy abound*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The sestina is a strict ordered form of poetry, dating back to twelfth century French troubadours. It consists of six six-line (sestets) stanzas followed by a three-line envoy. Rather than use a rhyme scheme, the six ending words of the first stanza are repeated as the ending words of the other five stanzas in a set pattern. The envoy uses two of the ending words per line, again in a set pattern.
Concluding tercet: middle of first line ..2, end of first line ..5 middle of second line ..4, end of second line..3 middle if third line ..6, end of third line ..1
Five Words: [ GONE – SENSE – TRACE – VOICE – PATH ]
for what sense it is when he’s gone
not even a trace seen from path
I keep hearing his voice at dawn
for what sense it is when he’s gone
aloud in a whisper – begone!
and I used to have what he hath
for what sense it is when he’s gone
not even a trace seen from path*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
I miss you as I stare out the window
What we had was wonderful and now gone
The loss was deep, you’re no longer my beau
Acting as if nothing and all bygone
My soul’s sincerely harm hither and yon
One day I will be able to move on
Let me just mourn the loss as hereupon
I’ll look at it like the beauty of dawn
I’ll be alright and to the world I show
And that there was us a long time ago*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Decuain (pronounced deck•won), created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a short poem made up of 10 lines, which can be written on any subject. There are 10 syllables per line and the poem is written in iambic pentameter.
brave
he leads
has pure deeds
to the dance floor
girls wear their tweed and beads
he doesn’t mind as girls swoon o’er
they tend to think of him as their amour
and like a gentleman, he graciously behaves
loyal to one, not a conquistador
not even a provocateur
he doesn’t do misdeeds
just dance, no more
he’s got creeds
good breed
brave*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.
Five Words: [ PROOF – SHARE – SECRET – BEND – SCOOP ]
Hey, I have a secret to share
Really, a big scoop, I swear
There’s no need to have all the proofs
It might be like movie spoofs, without a care
It appears that we were misled
They have bended the truth instead
Somehow we’ll try to get even
All these tales that have been spun, have been spread*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a Meter: 8,8,8,12 Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.
Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the forth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes the eighth syllable with the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.
A Rondel is a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Five Words: [ PLACE – SHARP – CHIME – FIRM – PACE ]
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
Puts everything in place as we speak
You’re as sharp as your glamour and mystique
Gentle but firm, in your own pace with glee
We’re grateful to have you as our mommy
As we climb mountains and swim in a creek
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
Puts everything in place as we speak
Enjoy being with you with shopping spree
With your golden age you’re still very chic
With your support, we will reach our peak
Admire the sunrise, sunset and the sea
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
I long to fly in the sky
To soar up the cliffs with the others
To say goodbye as I fly high
The wind brushing my feathers
Free me from the bondage of poverty
Rift the cage so I can get out to freedom
I beg of you, please set me free
To eat some crumbs and then some
Cart me out to a world where I’m welcome
Free me from hunger as seen from my papery wings
Somehow I can prove that I’m awesome
I want to experience the world and what it brings
I’m all flesh and bones, so please give me some bread
I’m baffled – why can’t I be just like any ordinary bird?
I’d like my wings to be able to spread
I can tweet but not bark or purred
The absence of responsibilities, worries and hardship
To be able to sustain a world full of innocence and fun
I miss the nature, the water to sip
I think I’ve won if I could feel the sun
Give me love and I can understand that in any language
I long to fly in the sky and soar up the cliffs
Don’t give me anything, I’m sure I can manage
Just set me free and I’m off in a jiff
ladyleemanila 