As time for my finals grew near,
Not one single fact would adhere.
Got an F on my tests
So I thought it was best
To audit my classes next year.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
WDC Country Music Lover's contest entry
Begging for Pardon
Temptation played me many times
And set me up in minor crimes.
Of course my mind knew wrong from right,
But impulse fought the better fight.
And as the ripples took effect
Some folks were harmed; I lost respect.
To those I hurt along the way
These are the words I have to say,
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
If only foresight let me see
What each wrong turn would do to me!
I might have made a diff’rent choice
By giving heed to reason’s voice.
It’s only now I comprehend
That youth and caution can’t be friends.
The acts are done; the pain is real.
It’s left these wounds that will not heal.
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
If only life could be rehearsed,
But time, I know, can’t be reversed.
Though, if I could, on second take,
I’d never make the same mistakes.
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
I’m begging you – just say you’ll pardon me!
Temptation played me many times
And set me up in minor crimes.
Of course my mind knew wrong from right,
But impulse fought the better fight.
And as the ripples took effect
Some folks were harmed; I lost respect.
To those I hurt along the way
These are the words I have to say,
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
If only foresight let me see
What each wrong turn would do to me!
I might have made a diff’rent choice
By giving heed to reason’s voice.
It’s only now I comprehend
That youth and caution can’t be friends.
The acts are done; the pain is real.
It’s left these wounds that will not heal.
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
If only life could be rehearsed,
But time, I know, can’t be reversed.
Though, if I could, on second take,
I’d never make the same mistakes.
Chorus:
Will I ever be forgiven for the wrongs that I have done?
Seems time alone won’t set my conscience free.
I made some big mistakes in the years when I was young;
Please ease my guilt and say you’ll pardon me.
I’m begging you – just say you’ll pardon me!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
A first place Musette poem for WDC Poem a Day contest
Why
I love
Because of God
above.
I pray
So He will guide
My way.
I live
Because He chose
To give.
I love
Because of God
above.
I pray
So He will guide
My way.
I live
Because He chose
To give.
A Musette Poem consists of 3 tercets (3 three-lined stanzas}. Syllable structure is 2-4-2. Rhyme scheme is a-b-a c-d-c e-f-e. The title should reflect the poem's content.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
A Pendulum Poem inspired by a conversation with my youngest.
Get Away
If only life were like a flight,
I'd choose to travel light.
I'd check my bags,
No tags,
Then fly,
Let time go by.
Alas, I understand
There'd come a time I'd have to land.
A pendulum poem is eight lines with a syllable count of 86422468. The rhyme scheme is aabbccdd.
If only life were like a flight,
I'd choose to travel light.
I'd check my bags,
No tags,
Then fly,
Let time go by.
Alas, I understand
There'd come a time I'd have to land.
A pendulum poem is eight lines with a syllable count of 86422468. The rhyme scheme is aabbccdd.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Grand Prize Winner in WDC March's Country Music Lover's Contest
Enough of the Blarney!
I listened to your Blarney
For years and years on end.
You made me think by now I’d be
A lot more than your friend.
But time keeps on a ‘going,
And still I have no ring!
So now I know your Irish talk
Just doesn’t mean a thing.
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You promised me you’d take me home,
To visit Galway Bay,
To sail the river Shannon,
And see Moher on the way.
But all we’ve done is frequent pubs
We find on Jersey Shore.
Though it might be enough for you,
A girl like me needs more!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You used to charm me with your looks,
Your wearing of the green.
Your clumsy Irish dancing
Was the cutest thing I’d seen.
But now I’m done with Ireland –
St. Patty, take no slight.
For France, or Spain or Italy
Is where I’ve got my sight!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
I’m done with you;
I’m moving on!
Oh Irishman,
Your luck is gone!
I listened to your Blarney
For years and years on end.
You made me think by now I’d be
A lot more than your friend.
But time keeps on a ‘going,
And still I have no ring!
So now I know your Irish talk
Just doesn’t mean a thing.
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You promised me you’d take me home,
To visit Galway Bay,
To sail the river Shannon,
And see Moher on the way.
But all we’ve done is frequent pubs
We find on Jersey Shore.
Though it might be enough for you,
A girl like me needs more!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You used to charm me with your looks,
Your wearing of the green.
Your clumsy Irish dancing
Was the cutest thing I’d seen.
But now I’m done with Ireland –
St. Patty, take no slight.
For France, or Spain or Italy
Is where I’ve got my sight!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
I’m done with you;
I’m moving on!
Oh Irishman,
Your luck is gone!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
A Winning Cinquain for WDC's April 1st prompt
Origins
Perhaps
the first victim
of an April Fool's joke
was not the fox in Chaucer's tale
but Eve.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
A Septolet - form challenge from the Talent Pond at WDC
Bullies
Storm clouds -
casting dark shadows
over
their victims.
Broken padlocks –
unhinged, impaired
and insecure.
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Storm clouds -
casting dark shadows
over
their victims.
Broken padlocks –
unhinged, impaired
and insecure.
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Friday, March 9, 2012
A Poem a Day Contest on WDC; the form is a Waltz Wave Poem.
Waltzing
Dance
with life.
Move
your feet
to its beat
and find
your
steps in
its rhythms.
Hear the music
your heart sings;
allow
it
to guide
and inspire
you as
you
learn the
dance.
A Waltz Wave poem consists of 19 lines. The poem does not rhyme. The syllable structure is 1-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-3-4-3-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-1.
Dance
with life.
Move
your feet
to its beat
and find
your
steps in
its rhythms.
Hear the music
your heart sings;
allow
it
to guide
and inspire
you as
you
learn the
dance.
A Waltz Wave poem consists of 19 lines. The poem does not rhyme. The syllable structure is 1-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-3-4-3-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-1.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Some fun lyrics I wrote for the Country Music Lover's contest on WDC
Enough of the Blarney!
I listened to your Blarney
For years and years on end.
You made me think by now I’d be
A lot more than your friend.
But time keeps on a ‘going,
And still I have no ring!
So now I know your Irish talk
Just doesn’t mean a thing.
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You promised me you’d take me home,
To visit Galway Bay,
To sail the river Shannon,
And see Moher on the way.
But all we’ve done is frequent pubs
We find on Jersey Shore.
Though it might be enough for you,
A girl like me needs more!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You used to charm me with your looks,
Your wearing of the green.
Your clumsy Irish dancing
Was the cutest thing I’d seen.
But now I’m done with Ireland –
St. Patty, take no slight.
For France, or Spain or Italy
Is where I’ve got my sight!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
I’m done with you;
I’m moving on!
Oh Irishman,
Your luck is gone!
I listened to your Blarney
For years and years on end.
You made me think by now I’d be
A lot more than your friend.
But time keeps on a ‘going,
And still I have no ring!
So now I know your Irish talk
Just doesn’t mean a thing.
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You promised me you’d take me home,
To visit Galway Bay,
To sail the river Shannon,
And see Moher on the way.
But all we’ve done is frequent pubs
We find on Jersey Shore.
Though it might be enough for you,
A girl like me needs more!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
You used to charm me with your looks,
Your wearing of the green.
Your clumsy Irish dancing
Was the cutest thing I’d seen.
But now I’m done with Ireland –
St. Patty, take no slight.
For France, or Spain or Italy
Is where I’ve got my sight!
Chorus:
So, raise your glass
And drink your stout
Your luck, my boy,
Is running out!
I’m done with you;
I’m moving on!
Oh Irishman,
Your luck is gone!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Based on WDC Picture Perfect Poetry image prompt of Cupid
Cupid, let me ask you why
Each time you aim you pass me by?
I know you fly by night and day
Yet never opt to shoot my way.
Well yes, there’s been a time or two
I thought that I was hit by you,
But found the aching in my heart
Was indigestion on my part.
For all these years I’ve stood in wait
But never met my perfect date.
I only ask for looks and brains
And hope for some financial gains.
For sixty years I’ve dealt with debt
So many things I could not get,
Like dental visits once a year
But dentures could fix that, I hear.
The warts, as well, might be a sight.
(I tried to get the rats to bite,
But they refused, for goodness sakes!
I fed them to my tanks of snakes.)
Put all these minor flaws aside.
My heart is strong; let me confide,
I’ve loved my forty cats for years;
We’ve shared so many laughs and tears.
But conversation’s rather weak;
Those fickle beasts are loath to speak.
By talking to a man instead,
I’d hush the voices in my head.
Please know I have a lot to give
And I can change the way I live;
So Cupid, you must understand:
My future is in your command.
You have to aim your bow my way
And make this single lady’s day!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Staccato form - it's a bit complicated, but fun form
The Call
It’s time for your rest to come to an end.
I know it is best to get up my friend.
Wake up! Wake up! Come to my side;
The paper’s blank and ink well’s dried.
I cannot create without my muse near.
Wake up you waif! It is time to come here!
I’ve opened my mind to let you inspire.
I’m waiting to find you’ve set me afire.
Speak now! Speak now! Silence abounds
Closely I heed, yet hear no sounds.
The deadline’s approaching; what shall I do?
Speak now my muse or else send someone new!
The Staccato, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 6-line stanzas.
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c
*Required internal rhyme scheme interplay between line #1 and line #2 (see below explanation and examples).
Meter: 10, 10, 8, 8, 10, 10
Repeats: This form requires a 2-syllable repeat in Lines #3 and #6 as specified below.
As in a musical notation, The Staccato poetry form uses short repeats which are abruptly disconnected elements. The repeat words are read as rapid-fire speech, such as staccato music when played or sung. This form lends itself to strong emotion or instruction (i.e. military poems: “Charge on! Charge on!” etc.), a declaration (such as of an event: “We’re married! We’re married!” etc.), an instruction or emphasis of human emotion (such as love, hate, longing: “Be mine! Be mine!” etc.), strong observation (such as “Those eyes! Those eyes!” etc.) or any similar situation where a strong staccato repeat is desired.
The emphatic two-syllable repeat in this poetry form is written twice, consecutively, at the beginning of Line #3 (each repeat in Line #3 is followed by an exclamation mark), and once again at the beginning of Line #6 (with or without an exclamation mark in Line #6). Please see below poem examples.
Also, Line #2 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes with a word within Line #1, usually falling on the 6th syllable (see examples below), but can fall earlier in those two lines as long as the internal rhyme matches the syllabic stress in both lines (Example: see below poem: “A Soldier’s Wife” where in Stanza #2 an alternative internal rhyme falls in Lines #1 and #2 on the 4th and 5th syllables with the words ‘motions’ and ‘notions’).
It’s time for your rest to come to an end.
I know it is best to get up my friend.
Wake up! Wake up! Come to my side;
The paper’s blank and ink well’s dried.
I cannot create without my muse near.
Wake up you waif! It is time to come here!
I’ve opened my mind to let you inspire.
I’m waiting to find you’ve set me afire.
Speak now! Speak now! Silence abounds
Closely I heed, yet hear no sounds.
The deadline’s approaching; what shall I do?
Speak now my muse or else send someone new!
The Staccato, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 6-line stanzas.
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c
*Required internal rhyme scheme interplay between line #1 and line #2 (see below explanation and examples).
Meter: 10, 10, 8, 8, 10, 10
Repeats: This form requires a 2-syllable repeat in Lines #3 and #6 as specified below.
As in a musical notation, The Staccato poetry form uses short repeats which are abruptly disconnected elements. The repeat words are read as rapid-fire speech, such as staccato music when played or sung. This form lends itself to strong emotion or instruction (i.e. military poems: “Charge on! Charge on!” etc.), a declaration (such as of an event: “We’re married! We’re married!” etc.), an instruction or emphasis of human emotion (such as love, hate, longing: “Be mine! Be mine!” etc.), strong observation (such as “Those eyes! Those eyes!” etc.) or any similar situation where a strong staccato repeat is desired.
The emphatic two-syllable repeat in this poetry form is written twice, consecutively, at the beginning of Line #3 (each repeat in Line #3 is followed by an exclamation mark), and once again at the beginning of Line #6 (with or without an exclamation mark in Line #6). Please see below poem examples.
Also, Line #2 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes with a word within Line #1, usually falling on the 6th syllable (see examples below), but can fall earlier in those two lines as long as the internal rhyme matches the syllabic stress in both lines (Example: see below poem: “A Soldier’s Wife” where in Stanza #2 an alternative internal rhyme falls in Lines #1 and #2 on the 4th and 5th syllables with the words ‘motions’ and ‘notions’).
Sunday, February 12, 2012
For Whitney Houston (and others affected by Fortune)
Fortune
doesn’t play fair
with the lives it affects;
with the right hand it gives, the left –
it rejects. In the midst of the bounty,
when no one suspects, it changes
its course, where it deflects
from Fame to mis-
Fortune
A Rictameter Poem consists of 9 lines. Line 1 and Line 9 are the same. There is no required meter or rhyme.
The poem goes as follows:
line 1 - 2 syllables - same as line 9
line 2 - 4 syllables
line 3 - 6 syllables
line 4 - 8 syllables
line 5 - 10 syllables
line 6 - 8 syllables
line 7 - 6 syllables
line 8 - 4 syllables
line 9 - 2 syllables - same as line 1
Sunday, February 5, 2012
A Trois-par-Huit Poem.
Observations from a Classroom
This I know:
change at home’s apropos.
Our kids these days, they need assistance
to handle defeat and to build their resistance
to stay with a task and develop persistence.
They, like rubber bands pulled much too tight,
must, to alter their plight,
learn to fight.
Write a Trois-par-Huit Poem. The poem has eight lines in total. The poem contains three stanzas. Two combinations are possible: 3/3/2 and 3/2/3. The rhyme scheme is A/A/B/B/B/C/C/C. No matter how the stanzas are divided, the rhyme scheme stays the same. The syllable structure is 3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3. The last line summarizes the meaning of the poem. The poem needs to be centered!!!
A Tetractys
Nursing Homes
Where
Old Age
disrespects
man’s dignity.
Is this really the plan God had in mind?
A single Tetractys consists of 5 lines. Rhyme is not required. Syllable structure is 1/2/3/4/10.
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