Poem #5

It’s a gloomy and gray day today. Perfect weather for this next poem that’s a little eerie if I do say so myself! Today’s poem type is a sestina. Here is the complicated google definition:

a poem with six stanzas of six lines and a final triplet, all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the closing three-line envoi.

I wish I could explain this in regular English but I looked up envoi and that led me to ballade which led me to another poetry word and I can’t. SO, here’s the poem. I called this one Predator:

Say goodbye to day and welcome night
When many creatures come alive under the moon
to hunt for prey
and quench their thirst for blood;
that takes away the hunger.

How many predators satisfy their hunger?
On many a cold night
when a scarce amount of blood
is available under no moon;
and it is hard to find prey
in total darkness.

They creep into that darkness
with bellies growling with hunger
and capture unsuspecting prey
under an invisible moon
following the lure of blood.

Finally tasting the warm, sweet blood
that tastes much sweeter in darkness,
under a sky with no moon
while predators squelch their hunger,
mindless of the cold night
only thinking of their prey.

What of the prey?
Who sit and lose all their blood
on a frigid night
in total darkness;
never to feel the pangs of hunger
again under any moon.

Under a sky with no moon
dead carcasses of prey
disintegrate along with predator hunger;
pools of blood
can be seen as black puddles in the darkness
freezing into the land of the night.

Whether or not there is a moon, the race for blood begins.
Prey scurry deeper into darkness
away from predator hunger in the shadows of the night.

Poem #4

Lilibonelle today.
Stanzaic: Consisting of at least 4 stanzas
Syllabic:  Lines may be of unequal, unspecified length
Refrain:  The nth line of the 1st stanza must be the first line of the nth stanza.
Pretty self explanatory here. The refrain basically means that the second line of the first stanza begins the second stanza, the third line begins the third stanza and the fourth line begins the fourth stanza. I called this one Birth:

 

endurance of pain
to listen to the joyous cry
the touch of fragile fingers
overfilling her heart with love

to listen to the joyous cry
of the first breath of life
screaming to the world
that its finally free

the touch of fragile fingers
whose grip holds
the larger finger of its mother
claiming her as its own

overfilling her heart with love
as she sheds teas of happiness
for the life she brought into this world
to cherish for always and ever

Poem #3

In poetry writing class, you learn about the different forms of poetry. You hear terms such as haiku, sestina, and lilibonelle. Today’s poem is a lento. I wrote this in my notes but naturally, ten years later, I have no idea what that means. Here is the google definition I looked up:

 

“A lento consists of two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb, defe as the second and fourth lines of each stanza must rhyme. To take it a step further, try rhyming the first and third lines as well as the second and fourth lines of each stanza in this rhyming pattern: abab, cdcd. The fun part of this poem is thrown in here as all the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme.”

 

Now I didn’t notice it at first in my poem but I did take the “fun part” route and rhymed all my first words of each verse. I called this one Vampire. Check it out:

 

Sleep all day until the night

Keep it hidden from every sight

Deep inside where no one sees

Weep the life it used to be

Take this beast away from me

Break the shell it slumbers in

Shake the spell I am under

Wake the one I am no longer

Poem #2

Following yesterday’s post, here’s the next poem in my series of poems I wrote 10 years ago. I mentioned in my Nostalgia post that along with poetry writing I took a Shakespeare class and besides reading all of Shakespeare’s works, the teacher had us writing sonnets and tales of our own. I was no Chaucer by any means but here’s my version of a Canterbury tale. It’s kind of long but hopefully by the end it will make you chuckle like I did:

 

Think back to a time when all was fair

A benevolent ruler had a tale to share

How to classify a ruler such as he

By listening to his best stories

His most prized winning tale was of a witch

Her utmost desire was to make a switch

To see what it was like to live as ruler

And show her comrades she was cooler

For none other witch had tried what she’s done

All had pondered the glorious fun

Many had wondered what if she did wrong

“Don’t worry”, she said, I’ll bounce back strong

For her first task she made door-to-door trips

To the poor and needy to pass out ships

For the little boys who felt they were doomed

The witch made them into young men well groomed

And for the little girls she would teach them

Proper etiquette and let them wear gems

The women with babies in carriages

Got love spells to fix their marriages

And once these men were under their love spells

They went around building wishing wells

The idea was foolproof up until

The wealthy got greedy and started to steal

Thus the witch decided it was time to quit

The stress was creating warts and zits

She told the ruler he can have his job back

But let her name be remembered on a plaque

The ruler agreed to this interesting truce

And sent the witch home to make pumpkin juice

So now you know the tale of the witch

and why she’s known for her incredible switch.