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.

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.

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!