By Sixteezkid
Gallery gazing—
Stars dance on darkened canvas
Universal art!
By Sixteezkid
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BATTLE CRY
There is an end to life for me
Yet my strength and my will cannot die
The dark may wax
The light may wane
But I hold to an old battle cry
No cease in hope--no lying down
As vic'try in bleakness is nigh
When in the depths
I'll always rise
For I hold to my new battle cry
Abundance now...I'm here but once
So my strength and my will cannot die
I'll always outpour
"Esprit de corp!"
Forevermore, my battle cry.
| Author Notes |
esprit de corp: Morale, also known as esprit de corps when discussing the morale of a group, is an intangible term used for the capacity of people to maintain belief in an institution or a goal, or even in oneself and others.
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By Sixteezkid
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WE FALL
The heart
Falls in a trap
The mind
Makes feelings snap
We hate
We know it's wrong
We love
Then sing that song
| Author Notes |
Writing Prompt
The challenge is to write a poem that includes the words provided. Your poem can be of any type. The words: hate - sell - heart - love - feelings - sing - trap - wrong 7 words from the above 8 are required to be in the poem. Words can be plural. |
By Sixteezkid
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A PLEA
Democrats - Republicans
Who cares! We're all Americans
No good to play the blame-game
It's ALL of Congress who's to shame!
Too many lies are told to us
With sound bites to cause a fuss
We're humans; let's not act as sheep
Let's stay awake; we must not sleep
Spending money we don't possess
Beyond our grasp; indebtedness
So much owed to other nations
Compounding all of our frustrations
No matter if you're left or right
This spending madness is our plight!
It can't go on; we all must fight
They're stealing like thieves in the night
Our Republic is in jeopardy
And so is our soul sovereignty
Put aside all politics and
JUST SAY NO and take a stand!
| Author Notes |
No Set Meter - AABB rhyme On my soapbox again. Yes, there is unemployment, hardships for families and communities. I do not in ANY way DIMINISH this. But, it will pale in comparison if these TRILLIONS continue to get printed and spent. China OWNS the largest percentage of our debt! Our dollar value has fallen through the floor. And with that, inflation could eat away and erode the very dollars in our pockets. A lower dollar value ALWAYS equals inflation. Maybe not soon, but right on the horizon. Yes AIG executives got millions in payouts. I'm not justifying it. But in order for the politicians to aim our anger somewhere else, that is the only news that has made MAJOR headlines. I can only write what is at the forefront of my mind. I've been through so many stagflations and inflations and recessions. We've always pulled out. But we've never been in this tenuous situation before and I'm worried sick. Not just on a monetary value. But for our country. And since nobody wants to buy our debt right now, our government decided to issue more bonds, but.....now here is where it gets spooky - the Federal Reserve is going to BUY them!! So, they decided to print another $1.2 trilion dollars to spend $350 billion on buying our own bonds (never done before) and $750 billion to buy JUNK mortgages!!! - NO! Not from the homeowners, but from the banks and institutions holding what is called "mortgage-backed securities". If you don't agree, just say so, but don't argue with me about it. My last short political poem practically caused someone to have a stroke. So misunderstood. Your opinions are valued, but I'm not looking for an argument. Just have to write about my worries and concerns. |
By Sixteezkid
Many seeds of my strength lay dormant.
I seek the source to make them grow.
I want to live! - Let it rain
so they will fully bloom.
Let there be light to
expose my fear
as the fraud
that it
is
| Author Notes |
Write a nonet poem. It's a simple format. A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with just one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
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By Sixteezkid
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FREE WILL
Unique, we are born with free will
A gift to be cherished each day
With choices our own to distill
Unique, we are born with free will
So much to pursue and fulfill
With talents to freely display--
Unique! We are born with free will
A gift to be cherished each day
| Author Notes |
Artwork: Thanks to artist, Mike Sohikian, for his painting of
"mythical Daphne", who exercised her free will (breaking free of imposed roots) to choose her own destiny. A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. But there is a catch. 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 show the repeated lines). Written in iambic tetrameter. Note: In line 7, I changed the punctuation of that line with an exclamation mark. This is totally acceptable in the triolet, as long as the words are the same. |
By Sixteezkid
On Auction Block:
Insolvent America
Constitution no longer valid
Going, going...gone
| Author Notes |
I know this sounds grim, but I am very upset along with most Americans about these unsustainable debt levels.
Spending spree since November: 750 billion TARP bailout 850 billion Stimulus package 450 billion package 1.2 trillion from Federal Reserve 3.6 trillion budget just passed These numbers cannot even be fathomed by economists. I'm in a state of total shock as to what is happening. Our entire Federal Government has completely lost all of its senses. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. |
By Sixteezkid
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BIRTH
big bang
Genesis
a universe born
by a fluke or fashioned;
with arrant awe, it's argued
"One atom or one God--at odds"
| Author Notes |
Image: Photo taken by the Hubble Telescope
*My reference to "one atom" is regarding The Singularity theory within the Big Bang. Writing Prompt: Write a Clarity Pyramid poem but you have to use the word Birth as the starting word. A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title. The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or out look on the first line (the title). The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (the title). |
By Sixteezkid
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We laughed
Through tough times and
Thought we were 'forever'
Then the dam started showing cracks
We cried
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules:
The format for this type of poem is simple. Each line has a specific number of syllables. Line 1 - 2 syllables. Line 2 - 4 syllables. Line 3 - 6 syllables. Line 4 - 8 syllables. Line 5 - 2 syllables. |
By Sixteezkid
I think I'll get a tramp stamp
These tats are all the rage
Why not--they're hot
The goods? I got...
Who cares about my age.
Went out to get my tramp stamp
I've never once had ink
Backed out--had doubt
Walked in, walked out
I need to see my shrink!
"Forget about that tramp stamp"
The doctor said to me
"Okay--no way
He's right", I say
Then paid his lousy fee
Now...about that tramp stamp
You see, I changed my mind
Not lack--Got back
Inked red and black
Great art for my behind!
| Author Notes |
No, I didn't get inked! Just for fun, folks.
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By Sixteezkid
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WANT
covet
blind desire
envy erodes and
corrodes cardinal needs
by seizing and choking truth
"wanton while remaining empty"
| Author Notes |
Writing Prompt:
Write a poem based on this word: Jealousy I chose to write in the Clarity Poem format. |
By Sixteezkid
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On a road trip
On my own time
Time to live
Time to see
See to live
See to thrive
Thrive on curiosity
Thrive with drive
Drive unleashed
Drive a new path
Path unpaved
Path of the righteous
Righteous arrogance
Righteous Lebanon cedar
Cedar aroma memories
Cedar to preserve
Preserve past
Preserve future
Future soon yesterday
Future malleable
Malleable forms meld
Malleable minds
Minds of noble intent
Minds to corrupt
Corrupt files
Corrupt with depravity
Depravity unfathomable
Depravity line
Line from A to B is shortest route
Line up for the count
Count the years
Count the tears
Tears are sacred
Tears relinquish pain
Pain for gain
Pain threshold
Threshold beginnings
Threshold of intensity
Intensity battles apathy
Intensity frees passion
Passion desires sustenance
Passion pursues purpose
Purpose of life untold
Purpose ignites flame
Flame white hot
Flame runs
Runs unquenched
Runs deep
Deep
Unquenched
| Author Notes |
Blitz Poem Contest:
Okay...I know this is a "different" format. First for me! So here goes: This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow. Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliche. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words. The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition. Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47. So, there will be a total of fifty lines. The title includes the first word of line 3 and the first word of line 47. There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe. |
By Sixteezkid
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leaves of summer green
yield to yellows, reds and golds
autumn's patchwork quilt
| Author Notes |
write a haiku in 5-7-5 format about autumn ~
the word "autumn" must be one of the words in the haiku ~ |
By Sixteezkid
The
Train
Whistled
Then whirred by
While we waited at
The crossing. The clickety-clack
Comforted our silence. The caboose signaled the end.
| Author Notes |
Fibonacci Poem format:
This fib contest has 7 lines. Number of syllables in each line is this sequence: 1-1-2-3-5-8-13 No rhyming or meter required. --THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH LINE MUST BE CAPITALIZED --DO NOT CENTER YOUR POEM - KEEP IT AT THE LEFT MARGIN |
By Sixteezkid
Betrayal stings as it
Brings hurt to no measure;
Beyond words--it crosses
Borders of ill intent,
Burdens meant for the core;
Begging for relief to
Begin healing from grief.
| Author Notes |
Contest:
Write a Pleiades poem: -One-word title. -Seven lines of 6 syllables each. -The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. |
By Sixteezkid
THE LIAR
Beware the ravages of regret
Offering its service of doubt and shame
Deny that liar the air of its threat
Tapping our shoulder, lest we forget
Decisions of past, pointing finger of blame
Beware the ravages of regret
Telling us tales, of how vast is our debt
To ourselves and others; wanting its claim
Deny that liar the air of its threat
Training its eyes to rebuke and beset
A haunter of hearts; its arrow takes aim
Beware the ravages of regret
Talking in taunts, we're laden to fret
This rue-monger lingers--our hopes to maim
Deny that liar the air of its threat
Thieving our time, the present is met
With lapses of loss which we cannot reclaim
Beware the ravages of regret
Deny that liar the air of its threat
| Author Notes |
I love the poem, "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas.
It is written in this form, so I decided to give it a try. The "villanelle" poetic form: The highly structured villanelle (in rhyme scheme) is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem's two concluding lines. No set meter. |
By Sixteezkid
Two notes--that's all I heard.
Those blue notes
could be no other.
This aloof music maker
following no one;
A rule breaker
Stands on the stage...
Trumpet, sun glasses, silk scarf;
turning his back to the crowd
Blowing horn and minds
Soft, then loud
with riffs of bliss
A signature sound
found and never lost
So simple, yet profound...
kinda blue with the birth of the cool
| Author Notes |
Miles Davis, jazz trumpet player - inventive throughout his career
Revered by all in the music world. His most widely known albums are "Kinda of Blue" and "The Birth of the Cool". I highly recommend "The Complete Birth of the Cool" which was compiled later, adding to the original. |
By Sixteezkid
Pulling back the drapes of denial
gives glimpses of familiar dread
Not desired, but necessary--
a peek...keeping reality alive
A moment of pain--proving my existence
Assured, once again I draw them closed
By Sixteezkid
Creative nature is imbued
In most of us, yet not pursued.
For many, though, art is embraced--
An innate calling, not misplaced
And without thought, it flows so free
Heart, soul and mind; they all agree.
The passion artists do possess
Compels and drives them to express
With tireless work, they seek to find
A voice, their own, to be refined
And heard by others, it impacts
An audience; which soon reacts
Determined by the viewers' eyes
The artists' roles may soon arise
By building bridges for mankind;
A common language we can find
Continued change--new paradigms
The artist gives throughout the times
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules:
The topic for this contest is: The artist's role in life Write a poem that somehow incorporates the topic. The poem does not have to be specifically about the topic. But should clearly incorporate the topic into the story. Creative approaches are welcomed. But contest voters will be asked to consider the topic when making a choice for a winner. -------------------------------------------------------------- Image is by Kurt Wenner - Street Artist This work is called "Giant" and was created with pastels on asphalt/pavement A very creative form of street art to appear 3D - always intriguing passers-by. To see more of this beautiful artwork, go to www.kurtwenner.com |
By Sixteezkid
Trust
transcends
written words
or declared deeds
for there is no doubt the chaff is sifted
| Author Notes |
Tetractys Poem Line 1: 1 Syllable Line 2: 2 Syllables Line 3: 3 Syllables Line 4: 4 Syllables Line 5: 10 Syllables |
By Sixteezkid
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It hurt like hell!
Long ago...
Not anymore, though.
~So I keep saying
| Author Notes |
Contest prompt:
Write a short but powerful "free verse" love poem in not more than 15 words. It can be the sweetest or the most heartbreaking. |
By Sixteezkid
The Masters
remain alive
leaving legacies
of genius
Old palettes
renewing senses
with awe
| Author Notes |
Contest writing prompt:
Write a Septolet - a seven-line poem consisting of fourteen words broken into two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and they should create a picture. NO OTHER PICTURE is allowed. |
By Sixteezkid
One year ago today, my father passed away.
Red roses will I lay upon his grave and say,
"I love you so much, Dad, still missing what we had.
Arriving at your resting place, I'm feeling very sad."
While picking weeds, I'll groom the site
And clean his stone to keep it bright.
By Sixteezkid
dormant volcano
breaks one hundred year silence
red river rages
By Sixteezkid
Hope arrives after loss--
A bridge for lives to cross
| Author Notes |
This is a poem of two lines with six syllables per line
Each containing an internal rhyme and an ending rhyme. |
By Sixteezkid
FATE
Perchance
Happenstance
Unforeseen outcomes
Pondered by questioning
One's purpose and providence
"Life's proof that nothing is assured"
| Author Notes |
Clarity Pyramid Poem:
The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title. The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view oroutlook on the first line (title). The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (title). Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed to show pyramid shape. |
By Sixteezkid
I think I'll take a long vacation in my mind today
A little relaxation sure could help me on my way.
The freedom that a flight can give begins the joyous trip
I love the sound and speed while rolling down that long airstrip
Aloft I am and heading to the mountains for a spree
Of heading down fresh powdered runs and moguls where I ski
Refreshing was that chilly air, but time for me to fly
To feel the bone-dry desert, viewing Arizona's sky
But, now I'm in the mood to see the California coast
So, San Diego, here I come. Your beaches are the most!
Now, while I'm in this sunny spot, Hawaii's my next stop
Can't wait to be in Maui with my friends where we can shop
I'm heading for Down Under where it feels like old home turf
And hang my ten in 8 foot waves; the best place one can surf
Oh shoot! It's five o'clock, and time to come back home again
But how relaxing was my day...the places I have been!
| Author Notes |
FOR A LITTLE FUN!! |
By Sixteezkid
We had it all; our dreams came true
It was so rare, and we both knew
Our strength combined would get us through
And over time, it only grew
What reasons made you feel much more was on the other side
For many years, there was no doubt
We'd be together; flood or drought
And mapped our way, we knew the route
Above, below--within, without
Then getting lost, you tossed aside your family for your pride
Too vast the hurt, can't calculate
The damage done; a lost soul mate
With children hurting, full of hate
So splintered now; we once were eight
Divided hence, how did this ebb consume our future tide
By Sixteezkid
MANNA FROM UNCLE SAM
Let's Hail the Chief, for now we're saved
Our streets of gold will now be paved
As promised by the stimulus
About that debt? Don't make a fuss!
'Cause now Big Fed is in control
How great that Congress has the role
Of robbing Peter to pay Paul
And making deals out in the Hall
Nine thousand earmarks in a bill
To feed the pigs who want their fill
Let's gather 'round with hands held out
There's more to come, so have no doubt
Who cares about Democracy
As long as money comes to me
Let's throw that Document away
That says no king shall have a say
| Author Notes |
Political Commentary: Stimulus Packages are killing us.
$750 billion Bailout in November $850 billion TARP in February $450 billion Omnibus Bill Keep those money presses rolling, Mr. Big Government and watch inflation consume us in just a few short years. These deals are being done so fast that not one of us can understand what is being done and what it means. This is done intentionally so that even the best economists and the media have no time to even scrutinize. Please review this on poetic form only. If you do not agree with my political stance, I totally respect that. But don't penalize my work for it. I say this because it's been done before. |
By Sixteezkid
We contemplate our universe with awe
And wonderment towards what we regard
For in its greatness, there is not a flaw
There's proof by looking in our own backyard
A microcosm of this larger plan
Is our own solar system, earth's domain
While orbiting our sun, all life began
Because our globe is angled off its plane
Without this tilt, no seasons would be here
I'm waiting now to see all it will bring
Because the vernal equinox is near
And we can jump for joy; it's almost spring!
No science lesson here--just having fun
For soon I will be basking in the sun!
| Author Notes |
Apologies to all you folks in the Southern Hemisphere - It's our turn! :-))
Written in iambic pentameter |
By Sixteezkid
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When peering at an artist's work
My eyes surveyed--what does this mean
Which visions prompted him to see
The layered depths beneath the scene
I hear the strings of violins
As cellos complement their sounds
What message opens with these keys
Releasing dreams within their bounds
I read a prose this morn--it seemed
The poet agonized to write
Within each word, between each line
So, wherefore did this come to light
I came upon a garden bed
Abundant colors cried so bold
Such loving hands enriched this soil
For all those passing to behold
These innate efforts to express
Became fresh air which brought to life
Such master strokes of balanced acts
To conquer death and human strife
| Author Notes |
I watched a film yesterday, called "Equilibrium". After the world was destroyed by man, those who were left no longer allowed man to have emotions; to feel--as this was considered dangerous.
The premise was to make the audience see and think about life without emoting or attaching themselves to things of beauty, such as the arts or books. I then thought of the old film "Farenheit 451" - which was about the banning of all books in the world. Through both films, the protagonists wrestled and won to have the freedom to feel, to create and to appreciate the creative nature of man. I began to ponder the arts. I wrote this with the approach that as I witness any form of art, I may not know what is being portrayed or said, but the artist did/does. As expression is completely an individual thing, we all still have the desire to create. My final stanza is just one conjecture as to why. Written in iambic tetrameter - abcb rhyme scheme Artwork: "Hommage Nepharene" by Sandorfi |
By Sixteezkid
Cruel
Is your nature
Selfish and uncaring
Using then discarding after
Masquerading and parading untruths
Neverminding the aftermath
Or damaged swath of pain
Caused by being
Cruel
| Author Notes |
Okay, I know I'm losing it now. I have missed my 2nd deadline for a contest in as many days. You are all welcome for my "donated dollars" to the contest! Ha!
Painting: "Weeping Woman" by Pablo Picasso Rictameter: First line has ONE word [two syllables] 2nd line has 4 syllables 3rd line has 6 syllables 4th line has 8 syllables 5th line has 10 syllables 6th line has 8 syllables 7th line has 6 syllables 8th line has 4 syllables 9th line must be the same word as the first line [2 syllables]. [Also Cappitalize first letter of each line]. |
By Sixteezkid
I wonder if my sister knows how much I love her so
Sometimes it's left unspoken and it's here, I'll let her know
My Dearest Deb, I'm very blessed we've always been best friends
Our love is unconditional...there is no, "it depends"
We call each other on the phone to just say, "How are you?"
Or laugh about such silly things--you know, like sisters do
If darkness comes and seas get rough, we both stand side by side
And build the fortress needed that will help us stem the tide
So many gifts I've had in life, but nothing can compare
To having you as my big Sis, and this great life we share
| Author Notes |
Artwork:
"The Two Sisters" by Pierre-August Renoir |
By Sixteezkid
I hold your music in my heart
The genius of your talent reigns
Forever living, Herr Mozart
I hold your music in my heart
Eternal is your gift of art
By quill in hand, it yet remains
I hold your music in my heart
The genius of your talent reigns
| Author Notes |
Triolet Poem
Writing Prompt Contest: A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. But there is a catch. 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 show the repeated lines). |
By Sixteezkid
So proud I was of my own strength
With confidence to meet
The challenges that life doles out
And not accept defeat
I've run the course and gave my all
From birth to giving birth
Been blessed with life's abundancies
And lived its cold, stark dearth
But, as of late, a sense of loss
Pervades and causes doubt
I thirst for drops of past's resolve
To save my soul from drought
My old endurance fights this change
Which has befallen me
So foreign, these dualities
The twain cannot agree
By Sixteezkid
I know it's time for me to leave
I've tried to make it work
As I'm more temperate than you are
Unlike me, you're a quirk
For some days you can be so warm
Then next, you're freezing ice
I cannot weather anymore
Your fronts of lows and highs
You hang around with darkened clouds
Then next, you sparkle white
This climate does not suit my soul
I now must take my flight
| Author Notes |
I missed the contest to Personify Winter, but had to post it anyway. Hey, I don't like Winter, so am I'm going to have my say anyway!! :-))
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By Sixteezkid
Consanguinity
Relationship
Ancestry
Kinship
Ties
Families Matter
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules of "Teacup Dictionary"
The first word, or dictionary word, consists of three syllables or more and is also the title. The text needs to be centered on the page for visual clarity. The Teacup shape poem is formed when each following line that defines or clarifies the dictionary word. The first line, or rim line has one syllable less than the dictionary word. Each line thereafter drops one syllable all the way down to a one syllable line. The saucer line is a statement about the dictionary word and has the same number of syllables as the dictionary word. |
By Sixteezkid
BREAK THIS HEART
Aching for love's misery
To crack this tempered shell
Waiting for the tears to fall
So life again may dwell
Growing cold from loneliness
A slow death does it bring
Stroke me with your gentleness
Then hurt me with your sting
Color me with laughter's song
Enlighten me by prose
Stain it all in shades of gray
Contrasting highs and lows
Soften up this calloused soul
Before it turns to steel
Break my heart to let me know
There's something left to feel
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
Born
With
A cry
Yearning for
Fulfillment of needs
That lives with us until we die
| Author Notes |
A Fibonacci Poem
6 lines with syllables: 1-1-2-3-5-8 Leonardo of Pisa (c. 1170 ? c. 1250, also known as Leonardo Fibonacci, or, most commonly, simply Fibonacci. He was an Italian mathematician, considered by some "the most talented mathematician of the Middle Ages" Fibonacci sequence: In the Fibonacci sequence of numbers, each number is the sum of the previous two numbers, starting with 0 and 1. Thus the sequence begins 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987, etc. The higher up in the sequence, the closer two consecutive "Fibonacci numbers" of the sequence divided by each other will approach the golden ratio (approximately 1 : 1.618 or 0.618 : 1). The golden ratio was used widely in the Renaissance in paintings. |
By Sixteezkid
Art
Defines
Existence
Of humankind
Yet humankind cannot define art
| Author Notes |
Contest Prompt:
ARTWORK: The Vitruvian Man is a world-renowned drawing with accompanying notes created by Leonardo da Vinci around the year 1487, as recorded in one of his journals. It depicts a nude male figure in two superimposed positions with his arms and legs apart and simultaneously inscribed in a circle and square. The drawing and text are sometimes called the Canon of Proportions or, less often, Proportions of Man. It is stored in the Gallerie dell'Accademia in Venice, Italy, but is only displayed on special occasions. The drawing is based on the correlations of ideal human proportions with geometry described by the ancient Roman architect Vitruvius in Book III of his treatise De Architectura. It is named in honour of the architect. Vitruvius described the human figure as being the principal source of proportion among the Classical orders of architecture. Other artists had attempted to depict the concept, with less success. |
By Sixteezkid
The crowd had gathered on a hill
Above the Galilee
To hear a message not yet known
With curiosity
Awaiting thund'rous rhetoric
Of how they'd better heed
To early prophets of God's wrath--
Instead, they heard of need
He spoke to those with spirit, poor
And said that heaven's theirs
With comfort to those who had mourned
For He had heard their prayers
The lowest of them all, the meek
The earth was theirs, to own
And anyone who's merciful
No longer would bemoan.
A message new, "Who is this Man?"
To speak to us, so low
As though we were on par with Kings;
These things He would bestow
Two thousand years have come and gone--
These words kept in account
Have been a living testament
His Sermon on the Mount
| Author Notes |
Faith-based contest:
The theme for this poetry contest is "faith". We are looking for poems that in some way pertain to this theme. It doesn't matter if it's spiritual, political, intellectual or emotional as long as faith is clearly represented. I've always loved the words Jesus spoke in this sermon, as it gave and gives hope and offers rewards for those who keep a kind heart to others and themselves. |
By Sixteezkid
TANGIBLE HOPE
Alone with loss, I took a stand
Reluctance held my heart
But overruled, he took my hand
Such warmth did he impart
His calming voice amidst the din
Arrested many fears
And spoke of hope, which lies within
The drops of all my tears
He tipped my chin and kissed my lips
Clouds emptied with the rain
The sun no longer in eclipse
His presence rids my pain
While needing signs, he pointed north
When lost in my own war
Like Lazarus called to come forth
He gave me breath once more
| Author Notes |
Sorry for being absent in not reviewing and responding. Have not been well for a few days. To all, thank you for your reviews of my previous poem. I appreciate each and every one.
Will be reading and reviewing again, hopefully by tomorrow. |
By Sixteezkid
We're told that it's a lovely day
And spring is just upon the way
As laughter fills the children's play
But barren is my mind
I foresee darkness lurking low
While shirking all not apropos
To clear these crowded thoughts in tow
Corroding and maligned
Our streets are potholed, filled with blight
The lighthouse lacks its beacon bright
A clock strikes noon; I look for night
To all else, I am blind
By Sixteezkid
PIERCED
impaled
inflicted
delivered deathblow
wounded--left withering
while hope stems the bleeding heart
"sharp penetrating precision"
| Author Notes |
A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all).
This poem is center aligned when displayed to form a pyramid. The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. ***The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in ALL capital letters.*** This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which are synonyms for the title. The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title). The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (title). And a big thanks to Kentucky Sweet Pea for organizing. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | A rictameter. *See author's notes* |
Kindness
Given freely
Can be a contagion
Exercising humanity
As it spreads good will with humility
Delivering the Golden Rule
A tool that never fails
to show its true
Kindness
| Author Notes |
A rictameter has 9 lines:
line 1 - 2 syllables - same as line 9 (one single word) 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 single word as in line 1) |
By Sixteezkid
AN UNEXPECTED SMILE - (a sonnet)
In exile was my joy before your smile
had aimed its radiance to pierce my eyes
A quicken of my heart as you beguile
gives rise and hope anew to love's reprise
Forevermore to keep my soul in sheath
A promise made, an oath I'd never yield
to ardor's cunning, wrapped within a wreath
In shatters once, I fashioned my own shield
But now your glint, a razor-sharpened sword
has slashed through my defenses, with a hush
My memories of past are all ignored
as I return your smile, I'm pink with blush
My hardened, tempered heart has taken flight
now melted by your beckoning delight
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules:
A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme. My poem is: A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg. In ambic pentameter |
By Sixteezkid
Renewed is this friendship we have
But time has no say, for I care
Very deeply, as it's been years
And treasure the closeness we share
Enjoyable it is to spend time
Together and chat for awhile
On our love that we have for the arts
And shared humor that gives us a smile
So here on this Valentine's Day
I write a brief poem to show
How much I appreciate you
And thankful for all you bestow
| Author Notes |
Thanks to R.M. Sohikian for the beautiful artwork.
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By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
VICTIM TO VAGRANT
I stare at this old grocery cart
And cannot believe this is me
Who wanders the streets day and night
And how fast this all came to be.
For it was just six years ago
My husband and I lived quite well
Not knowing his 'dealings' were wrong
From soft shell I came to this hell.
Officials took all of our things
Which, during that time meant so much
He left me to serve prison time
I stood by myself with no crutch
With no family members, I knew
That homelessness was my new state
Survival instinct kicked in fast
And had to create my new fate
"Just look at that old lazy bitch"
I know what they think walking by
What really should be on their minds
Is "There but for God's grace, go I"
| Author Notes |
I couldn't be an entrant in the "Vagrant" prompt, but wanted to write about it anyway. There is a cross section of reasons for homelessness. From mental illness to an unforeseen financial crisis. Their common denominator is most feel misunderstood, useless and discarded.
|
By Sixteezkid
A PAST REVISITED
While sitting in my favorite chair
I smoke my cigarette and stare
Within myself to question how
The wounds returned--and why I bow
Ensuring they were sterilized
I kept them stitched and sanitized
Before too long they lay benign
All buried deep, without a sign
Completely gone, those days of yore
New heights for me--I knew I'd soar
While riding high with revelry
Inside and out, no quandary
With time unkind, it brought to mind
How past and present intertwined
The gaping hurts, a part of me
Have reappeared--no longer free
Exposed! A fraud. I'm weak, not strong
For now, not sure where I belong
Behind these doors, I keep them closed
In isolation, self-imposed
By Sixteezkid
OPPORTUNITIES
Door slams--finality
A knob turn yields futility
Another to open
I look for the key
| Author Notes |
"On Perseverance"
Naani Poem: 4 lines And only between 20 and 25 syllables |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
CASUALTY
double amputee
has new legs from IED
bittersweet triumph
| Author Notes |
5-7-5 Senryu
Note on IED: An improvised explosive device (IED) is a bomb constructed and deployed in ways other than in conventional military action. By the end of 2007 they have been responsible for approximately at least 40% of coalition deaths in Iraq. And have caused countless to be disabled, requiring amputation of limbs. |
By Sixteezkid
Surrounded by so many falling down
Can seem that all is lost, no hope to find
By learning from the ones with heads hung low
I found no future with such frame of mind
My parents lived with negativity
They saw no thankfulness in life's good grace
Subconsciously, I must have told myself
Self-pity was not what I would embrace
Deciding there was much of life in store
I'd have to hold my head up high to see
And toss aside those self-inflicted wounds
So sadly witnessed in my family
We have the strength to swim against the tide
And flee from other's ways; not ours to bide
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules: Write a rhymed poem that has a life lesson or moral. Your poem must have a structured and consistent rhyme scheme, and may be based on factual or fictional events and characters. Make it humorous or serious, happy or sad, down to earth or just plain silly. Let your creative juices flow and have fun coming up with a poem that has a moral or teaches a lesson about life. Voters will be asked to consider the poetic rhyming structure and if the poem has a life lesson or moral. Mine is written in iambic pentameter with an abcb rhyme scheme. |
By Sixteezkid
When I opened the invitation, it didn't surprise me that it had a lovely black satin ribbon on its side. And the words were beautifully penned by a calligrapher.
A charity ball! I enjoy dressing up in a lovely ball gown with my man looking so handsome in his tuxedo (which he always refers to as his penguin suit). Now, all I had to do was find a new gown for this very special occasion.
There it was. Modeled on a mannequin, in all its glory. In gorgeous quilted satin with a strapless bodice and a lovely matching wrap with black beading. There was no other for me. The skirt was so full I could see myself dancing like a princess. I couldn't wait to try it on, wanting to look as beautiful as it did on display.
Once in the fitting room, the sales lady assisted me in slipping into this very tricky garment. There was so much fabric! Once on, she turned me around and zipped up the gown. It fit like a glove; like it was made for me. Except, there was one little problem. It was completely strapless and low cut in the back. With no ability to wear a bra, how was I possibly going to fill up the cups?
The sales attendant said she had just the answer. She went over into the ladies undergarment section and came back with an array of gizmos to help bolster up my breasts for a nice filling. After going through many types, we did find a pair which were made of silicone that sat just below the breasts. And since the gown's bodice was very tight, we felt that would do the job. Being very happy that we had put the final touches to make this dress fit just right, I took it home and was so excited about wearing it.
On the evening of the ball, I slipped into my hosiery, the new pair of black satin heels and finally the dress. My husband zipped the back and I began padding my front with the silicone "elevators". Satisfied, I began walking around to put on my finishing touches of jewelry and such. And then it happened. The silicone boobs were beginning to fall down! This couldn't be happening to me. Not when the ball was going to begin within the hour. I had to scurry to find another answer.
Then it hit me! If only I could find something to bind my breasts. I mean, this bodice was begging for cleavage! But everything was so bulky. I was getting desperate. Putting on my sharp thinking cap, it dawned on me that I could actually use duct tape to wrap completely around my back and under my boobs. Grabbing the duct tape and scissors, I began working on myself like a construction job site. Before I knew it, my breasts were heaved up so high; just like the French women of the days of yore. I slipped back into the gown.
Perfection! A beautiful new gown, braless, and no concerns of falling silicone bits and I had cleavage galore. Knowing that short of a bomb blast, that duct tape was not going to move a centimeter.
I walked out of the house chuckling, knowing that not a soul would know that underneath this drop-dead satin gown was your every day common duct tape as a part of the ensemble.
| Author Notes | 578 Words |
By Sixteezkid
OUR COSMIC HOME
The Milky Way, our galaxy
At night we see
Its swirl of white;
Breathtaking sight
Our Universe, so glorious
Too vast for us
To comprehend
If there's an end
Beyond man's eyes, a mystery
Both harmony
And turbulence;
Illuminance
| Author Notes |
A minute poem has 3 stanzas, each with syllables in this order:
8,4,4,4 - and a rhyme scheme of aabb, ccdd, eeff |
By Sixteezkid
Lust
Or love
Matters not
For the moment
Our desire discerns not the difference
| Author Notes |
Tetractys: 5 lines with number of syllables in this order:
1, 2, 3, 4, 10 |
By Sixteezkid
FREEDOM REALIZED
The first time that I jumped from Crowner's Point
And soared just as an eagle searching prey
My freedoms leapt from banal to sublime
For once elusive, now it's life's array
Once skied a mountaintop that was so steep
Then dared myself the double-diamond blacks
Was tough as hell and went full speed ahead
A thrill it was looking back on my tracks
The ultimate of challenge is to brave
Mt. Everest's north face, a climber's plea
So with a Sherpa's help, I did ascend
And at the apex, shouted victory
These all are dreams, but I did not succumb
Through life's great journeys; many overcome
(in iambic pentameter)
| Author Notes |
in iambic pentameter
|
By Sixteezkid
You dig the earth while
I gently place the bulbs,
Anticipating what
Spring will bring
| Author Notes |
...sharing and keeping the blooms of love alive
|
By Sixteezkid
I hear their laughter in the air
The rumpus and much revelry
Their outdoor play without a care
I'm missing how it used to be
They'd get into such mischief, too
Behind my back and try to hide
The evidence of why and who
While looking at me so doe-eyed
How precious was each crayon line
On hand-made cards to show their love
With misspelled words like Valintine
And "Yur the best Mom from abuv"
From devilish to great delight!
I cherish either memory
Just reminiscing on this night
And missing how it used to be
--
(In iambic tetrameter with
rhyme of abab)
| Author Notes |
In iambic tetrameter with
rhyme of abab |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
How
Boring
Life would be
Without changes
Yet, sometimes content with the status quo
We choose fear--seizing, freezing the mind from
Witnessing new
Horizons
For our
Eyes
| Author Notes |
I've been here many a time. But, by giving in to new opportunities or the inevitable, I was taken on to new paths of discovery.
Resisting change can cause us much anxiety, although most of the time, change is imminent. The poetry form, Tetractys, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. This is a Mirrored Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 |
By Sixteezkid
White hot the flame
Fanning my passion
Which says
Yes
Consuming the
naysayers-
Denying oxygen
to their
No
| Author Notes |
A simple verse.
|
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
BOXING KANGAROO
You hop across the outback plains
Eat grasses with the mob and friends
Awake at night, nocturnally
And laze until the hot day ends
The largest of all kangaroos
"Big Red", you are at six feet tall
A tail so long and hind legs strong
You jump the farthest of them all
With "Boomer" as your moniker
A male, quite gentle 'til you woo
Then in the ring, you challenge one
Another boxing kangaroo!
| Author Notes |
The Red Kangaroo inhabits most of the dry inland of the central part of Australia in small groups called mobs. It prefers open plains where trees and bushes are scarce.
Membership of these groups (mobs) is very flexible, and males (boomers) are not territorial, fighting only after females (flyers) which come into heat. The Red Kangaroo is nocturnal and crepuscular (active in twilight), and largely spends the daylight hours sleeping or otherwise relaxing. When male kangaroos fight, they may appear to be 'boxing'. They usually stand up on their hind limbs and attempt to push their opponent off balance by jabbing him or locking forearms. If the fight escalates, they will begin to kick each other. Using their tail to support their weight, they deliver kicks with their powerful hind legs. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | 5-7-5 haiku - See Author's Notes |
proud peacock displays
courtship's august adornment
feathered bedroom eyes
| Author Notes |
The male peacock flares out its feathers when it is trying to get the female's attention. He has about 150 of the long "eyed" peacock tail feathers. These feathers are shed annually. These feathers grow to be several feet long, but are shed each year just after the breeding season. Each of these long feathers also has a design near its tip which resembles an eye.
During mating season they will often emit a very loud high pitched cry. Mating season is between April and September **I chose to use the term August as a double-entendre for the month (kigo) and it's other definition of "impressive" |
By Sixteezkid
There's nothing like laughing out loud
And chuckle about it all day
Contagious it is in a crowd
There's nothing like laughing out loud
To see the bright sky through a cloud
Who doesn't want blue over gray
There's nothing like laughing out loud
And chuckle about it all day
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules: Write a poem that expresses feelings and emotions such as anger or depression. Any type of poem is welcomed. I have chosen to write in the "Triolet" form The triolet is a one stanza poem of eight lines. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and often all lines are in iambic tetrameter: The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
IN MY CLOSET
My wardrobe holds a cynic's dress
I must confess
It's black as night
And feels too tight
I see it sometimes hanging there
The seams threadbare
So full of doubt
Must toss it out
Yet find I wear it now and then
Not knowing when
This change of taste
Became misplaced
| Author Notes |
Seems as one grows older, cynicism grows, also. Not really wanting to wear it, yet it does become a part of us.
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables --written in strict iambic meter. Syllables: 8,4,4,4 - 8,4,4,4 - 8,4,4,4 Rhyme: aabb, ccdd, eeff |
By Sixteezkid
Victim
Of violence
A loss of innocence
Violation while entrusted
To supposed loving family member
Traumatizing, paralyzing
With fear and suffering
Forever a
Victim
| Author Notes |
I have a very close family member who had been violated.
We never saw it coming. |
By Sixteezkid
I SOLDIER ON
I'm hunkered in this fox hole which
Was dug with my bare hands
Aware of dangers closing in
I hear their soft commands
I was warned in basic training
Of the enemy's sly ways
With guerilla warfare tactics
And their book of many plays
Climbing out, I recon if it's
Safe within this zone
Only finding out that once again
On point--I walk alone
Avoiding scattered land mines
I stay on high alert
'Cause the grounds look so deceiving
There is pain beneath this dirt
Many scars remind me of the
Battles I have fought
Retreat, advance--avoid the flanks
Doing just as I was taught
But, surrender is no option, as
I know there's victory
For these worn-out boots and compass
Will always stay with me
| Author Notes |
**recon is a military slang for reconnaissance **
Rhyme: abcb |
By Sixteezkid
I found your smile, and you did see
The happiness it brought to me.
I smiled back and hoped to show
This love for you is given free.
Our bodies meet anew, although
Their inner souls met long ago.
They speak to truth - there is a bond
With passion strong, we let it grow.
Our hearts and minds both correspond
With mysteries far and beyond
To that which brought us here - this now
And giving in, we just respond.
So asking not the why or how
We only take this lovers vow,
That each of us accept, allow
The ebb or flow - the aft or bow.
| Author Notes |
Format: Iambic Tetrameter "Chain"
Rhyme Scheme: aaba - bbcb - ccdc - dddd |
By Sixteezkid
HIGH AND MIGHTY
Haughty
Self-importance
Disdainful snobbery
Is condescending to others
With a rude and elevated conceit
Due to one's insecurities
To feel superior
No highness in
Haughty
| Author Notes |
A rictameter - 9 lines
First line - ONE word - 2 syllables then next lines in this order: 4 syllables/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 Last word is identical as first word First letter in each line must be capitalized |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | 5-7-5 *See Author's Notes* |
vibrant cardinal
vestment lures a spring lover
masquerade party
| Author Notes |
A 5-7-5 Haiku
Cardinal's mating rituals: The Northern Cardinal is a mid-sized songbird with a body length of 8 to 9 inches. It has a distinctive crest on the head and a mask on the face which is black in the male and gray in the female. It displays sexual dimorphism in its coloration; the male is a vibrant red, while the female is a dull red-brown shade. The male behaves territorially, marking out his territory with song. During courtship, the male feeds seed to the female beak-to-beak. |
By Sixteezkid
I know you'd do most anything for me
As actions speak much louder than a sound
Companionship along with loyalty
We share these common bonds; much more abound
Your morning kisses wake me; it's your way
To offer much affection, wanting more
Then on our daily walk, we start the day
Both knowing there's more fun for us in store
We've had such playful joy; it keeps us young
Then evening comes--our busy day's at end
"Ha! Stop that now...you've such a sloppy tongue!"
God bless the one who said you're Man's Best Friend
Okay, I'll rub your belly, silly girl!
Now get up on the sofa and let's curl.
| Author Notes |
This is my dog, Jackie. She's an Australian Cattle Dog. Bred to work on the large Australian cattle stations (ranches), they have abundant energy. Since they nip the heels of cattle to get 'em going, she still has the tendency to slightly nip at my heels. Ha! They are part dingo, which is Australia's native wild dog; being able to withstand the harsh weather and elements of the outback. I have two dogs. Bobbie Sox is my cocker spaniel. Bobbie lives for food. Jackie lives for love - |
By Sixteezkid
INSOMNIA
Interrupted sleep beneath
Nervous tossing, grinding teeth
Slumber now a foreign word
Once had peace, but now just stirred
More the stress, less REM I get
Nixed sweet dreaming causes fret
It's time again, must close my eyes
A yawn appears--just a guise
| Author Notes |
Contest: Write an ACROSTIC poem. My word: INSOMNIA
No Set Meter - This Rhyme Scheme: aabbccd |
By Sixteezkid
Penance
Self-atonement
Makes amends for healing
Releases one of guilt and shame
Allowing aggrieved to freely forgive
Faith in mankind can be renewed
Respecting character
Of one who gave
Penance
| Author Notes |
A rictameter is a nine-line syllabic structure.
First line has ONE word with 2 syllables. Syllable structure is as follows: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2 First 2-syllable word must be in first line and last line. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
BLUE-COLLAR MAN
You work first shift from eight to four
Dart out the door
And never miss
A goodbye kiss
Blue-collar man with calloused hands
So tall you stand
For family
No hand-out plea
Saluting you in this tough year
Your voice we hear
I pray for you-
Our country, too
| Author Notes |
Hard-working men and women just want to make a living for their families.
With the recession, corporate greed, government corruption (and the list goes on), I just wanted to write about the respect I have for those that have fallen (or could fall victim) to all of the above shenanigans, by being laid-off. The middle-class is getting the shaft, when it is them that keep the country afloat. I'm a believer in capitalist free-markets, but what has been going on is going to ruin our free enterprise system. The government is going to get bigger than imaginable; money is getting printed so fast, it could create inflation or stagflation like we've never seen before. I could go on further, but will not bore you. I'm off my soapbox now. I'm very angry! THE MINUTE POEM is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. Formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4 - 8,4,4,4 - 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff |
By Sixteezkid
New curtains hung today
draping each side with a view
of snow-laden spruces
Oriental rug dresses foyer
Complements colors to each chair and vase
Fabrics and furniture fill once-empty spaces.
A few niches remain void
Surveying each detail
a sadness prevails-
I am alone
admiring aesthetics.
A house, not a home
| Author Notes |
I don't know the difference between prose and free verse. So any comments are very much welcomed. I haven't written this way before.
UPDATE: Well, it's been honed and honed with the help of a dear poet friend. Still trying to get there. Thanks Jazh!! |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
Music
Enriches lives
Through many dialects
Penetrating our hungry souls
With harmony amongst constant chaos
It crosses cultural landscapes
By instruments or song
And we long for
Music
| Author Notes |
Writing Prompt:
A rictameter is a nine-line syllabic structure typically used in poetry Form of Rictameter: 1st line has ONE word (2 syllables) 2nd line has 4 syllables 3rd line has 6 syllables 4th line has 8 syllables 5th line has 10 syllables 6th line has 8 syllables 7th line has 6 syllables 8th line has 4 syllables 9th line must be the SAME WORD as the first line (2 syllables) Capitalize first letter of each line. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | Thanks, Ward9... |
Golden
Is a man's word
Given and not broken
By a promise with a handshake
For his character will be unblemished
With respect that many honor
And in return give back
Their own word as
Golden
| Author Notes |
A rictameter is a nine-line syllabic structure typically used in poetry. The lines start at two syllables, incrementing upward by two to ten in the fifth line and ending with the same two syllable word as the first line.
Created in the early 1990s by two cousins, Jason D. Wilkins and Richard W. Lunsford, Jr., engaged in regular poetic contest. This contest was the weekly practice of their self-invented order, The Brotherhood of the Amarantos Mystery, which was inspired by the movie Dead Poet's Society. Thanks to Ward9 for the inspiration, as he recently wrote in this form. |
By Sixteezkid
While in our youth, the passion stayed afire
No hour could pass without an "I love you"
A brushing touch could strengthen our desire
And just a glance was all it took--we knew
As years went by our busy lives were blessed
With many children, all our love now shared
Another hectic day; we need our rest
A kiss good night with tenderness declared
We lie before the fire; and embers glow
Contentment now, we've raised the darlings well
Undying love between us--we still know
Devotion and companionship does dwell
The flame was lit the moment we caught eyes
And burning still; our constant life's reprise
| Author Notes |
Writing Prompt
An English sonnet: Consists of three quatrains plus a finishing couplet; total fourteen lines. SINGLE sonnets only please. Write a submission based on the above prompt. There must be a rhyme scheme here of ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG. MUST be written in iambic pentameter ('da-DUM' beats) Ten syllables each line with NO 'silent' sylables. Entries that do not follow this criteria will be disqualified. |
By Sixteezkid
I'm 5-1/2
My daddy showed me where to walk
To school and back again
So happy I'll be in first grade
I'm 5, but 6 by then
My mommy bought me lotsa clothes
She loves to see me wear
The dresses with a sash in back
Those ones that make a flair
Right now I'm playin' with my dolls
My Barbie, she's the best
She even has her own new house
I love to get her dressed
I love my Childcraft books so much
I read them in my chair
The E-thop fables are the best
Like turtle and the hare
I saw my mom and daddy kiss
When on the stairs I hid
They did not know that I was there
It made me turn all red
My sister and my brothers are
So fun; we play a lot
But David teases me too much
Sometimes he's such a snot!
The bestest thing I like to do?
To go and see a movie
So many I don't understand
But I don't let that stop me!
I walk into the picture show
No words can tell you just
How good it feels to see that screen
To be there is a must!
Outside, it's hopscotch and some tag
At times, the double-dutch
At night we catch the fireflies
We love their lights so much!
Next door, the neighbors are so mean
Miss Shap won't let us skate
She says, "Get off my sidewalk, kids!"
She has a lot of hate.
But everybody else is nice
In our neighborhood
I love my family very much
At night I sleep so good.
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules:
Now write, in poetic style, all about this child, in 1st person- voice... some of us never had one, when we were little; so now is your chance to shine! Please tell how old your child is in the description, so we can better listen. Now, for the criteria: This poem must have an identifiable rhyme scheme... abab, aabb, abcb, etc... just NOT abcd!!! (LOL) Please create your poem in rhyming quatrains... four lines per stanza. Rhythm need not be metered, but should have a flow, and be easy to read. Minimum of 16 lines (4 stanzas) Maximum of 32 lines (8 stanzas) |
By Sixteezkid
They'd been apart way too long
She was horny as could be
He said, "I've a raging woody
And you've got to set me free."
She spoke in words -- sexy, hot!
Said, "I've a roaring hunger
I'm lying in the bed right now
And ready for your plunger"
(Holy hell! This gal's on fire!)
She said, "I've turned around.
My ass is in the air for you
You're in for glory-bound!"
"Woman! You sure have the words.
Who taught you all of this?"
Suddenly, she felt a chill
And said, "Who the HELL is this?"
She thought this was her loving man
But, a prankster, this bag o' dirt!
"You're gross and most disgusting
You fucking sick pervert!"
| Author Notes |
I'm going to burn in hell for writing this!
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By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
'Twas painted by one Jan van Eyck in 1434
A masterpiece that's Netherlandish--one that I adore.
A merchant and his lovely wife; just married on this day
Commemorated by the artist in a most fine way
Considered with complexity, this painting is still seen
With marvel of its allegories, much for one to glean
As symbols of their wedding day, a dog stands at their feet
And hanging by the mirror is a brush and rosary
Such small details, yet so important; there are many more
For loyalty, fertility--signed hopes in days of yore
They stand there in the bedroom chamber, both in cloth so fine
He's donned in sable tabard; and her dress lined with ermine
Such vivid colors--still so sharp, although it's very old
Preserved so well by those who owned this treasure, as if gold
An argument within the world of art--as some imply
Is that she's pregnant, for she holds her folded dress up high
With loving care, the artist painted--with such great detail
The convex mirror in the rear, loved as a holy grail
| Author Notes |
Writing Prompt
Write a poem about one's favorite painting. Poetry only, minimum 4 stanzas, rhyming preferred but not required. Written in couplets of iambic heptameter "feet" and "rosary" to be considered a half-rhyme Notes: A tabard is a coat, either sleeveless, or with short sleeves which was a common item of men's clothing in the Middle Ages Ermine: White fur of the stoat (in the weasel family) The convex mirror: A much revered item of study in the art world. It reflects the back of the couple and two other figures who stand before them. |
By Sixteezkid
I'd like my thoughts to leave me be
An hour or two; enough for me
To climb a mountain, feeling free
While sitting in my chair
I'd like the clock to stop its hands
To hinder pending life's demands
As I discover Egypt's sands
While having not a care
I'd like pure silence; not a sound
A tranquil place where I'm not found
So I may walk on peaceful ground
While I thank God, in prayer
Just golden moments, only mine
No worries there for me to pine
A treasured feast on which I'd dine
A gem is best when rare
| Author Notes |
8-8-8-6 Metered with Ryhyme scheme: aaab/cccb/dddb/eeeb
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By Sixteezkid
The papers-
Folded neatly
Our names-
Separated by vs.
Our signatures-
Perfectly penned
We cry
| Author Notes |
Contest:
Write a short but powerful free verse love poem in not more than fifteen words. Give your best. It can be the sweetest or the most heartbreaking. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *Strong language* |
It strikes without notice, this fear and racing mind
Hell yeah--it's back again, and calm, I cannot find
My heart thumps through the chest and robs me of my breath
Both palms get cold and wet; that feeling--pending death
Its other name is Doom; I'm sentenced to its cage
With wringing of my hands, I want to scream with rage
A dizzy feeling comes; with patience, I try waiting
But feel I'll soon pass out; I'm hyperventilating
No longer can I take this--my body feeling numb
Anxiety Disorder, a 'fight or flight' syndrome
I take the paper bag and breathe in nice and slow
This ain't working - Fuck it, I need a valium.
| Author Notes |
Some of you out there knows what this is like; hell on earth.
No set meter...rhyming couplets |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
All guests are seated, now in hush
The church has set the scene
With flower-decorated pews
White roses; ferns of green
"My precious daughter, now a bride
A wonder to my eyes.
Just yesterday, my little girl
And now, another's prize."
The organ pipes "The Wedding March"
All stand--she walks the aisle
With radiance, a graceful look
The groom beams with his smile.
They're side-by-side, soon to be one
A tear drops from her eye
The silence broken with their vows
And many start to cry
The bells are ringing! Rice like snow!
Such joy is in the air
Outside, the flanks of giggling girls
Await the bouquet's flair.
The decorated limousine
Is sweeping them away
They turn around and wave to all
Then kiss--it's their New Day.
| Author Notes |
The challenge is to write a poem that includes the words provided. Your poem can be of any type.
The words: flower - silence - wonder - cry - smile - flank - rake - scene The English language includes quite a few words that have more than one meaning. This list intentionally includes several to keep things interesting. You have the option to leave out one word. So your poem must include at least 7 of the 8 words listed. You make a word plural (for example scene/scenes). For my poem, I have chosen an 8-6-8-6 iambic meter with a Rhyme Scheme of ABCB. (and omitted the word, rake) |
By Sixteezkid
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.
Visited White House with all our kids
SHIT! Ryan slid down banister!
The Secret Service got mad!
Ryan: "What's the big deal."
Little guy was four.
"It is only
a stupid
ole white
house."
| Author Notes |
True story: All my kids (4 at the time) were Australian. We came to America for a vacation. Visited D.C. Trying to keep everyone together during the tour, we couldn't find Ryan. He was only 4 years old. We looked way up and down he came, sliding down a wooden bannister on a large winding staircase.
Well, the Secret Service came up to my husband and me and certainly let us know that this was totally unacceptable. We were so embarrassed! So, after the tour, his Dad was telling him he had to stay with us and behave. Ryan was upset because of all the commotion over him sliding down a staircase. That's when he basically said, "What's the big deal? It's only a big ole stupid white house." We could not help but laugh out loud right then. Because he was so young and just didn't "get it". We still bring it up at times and laugh. What little boys get up to!!! Nonet Contest A nonet poem is nine lines and consists of the follwing syllable count: first line...nine syllables second line...eight syllables third line...seven syllables fourth line...six syllables fifth line...five syllables sixth line...four syllables seventh line...three syllables eighth line...two syllables ninth line...one syllable Rules for this contest: Please tell a story with your words about any topic you choose. Artwork is allowed and author's notes are also allowed. |
By Sixteezkid
You speak in song, in longing tones, a plea
To music written, solely ours to share.
With voices coupled, sharing harmony
A chorus singing softly as in prayer
Then silence is our language, not a sound
With loving, yearning eyes, a story told
Of our immense desire which we have found
So natural--with ease we both unfold
Another journey taken--now must part
We slowly walk in step, then say goodbye
But distance doesn't separate the heart
For bridges made of love, will keep us nigh
You are my muse; for daily I rejoice
In song or silence, lifting up my voice
| Author Notes |
Contest Rules:
Write an English sonnet to about your muse. Say what he/she/it looks like and how your muse inspires your poetry. English Sonnet: Iambic pentameter - 10 syllables per line Rhyme scheme: 14 lines - first verse 4 lines abab second verse 4 lines cdcd third verse 4 lines efef blank space ending couplet 2 lines gg |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | *See Author's Notes* |
powerful leader
passes torch to another
presidential change
| Author Notes |
A senryu 5-7-5
Sometimes we take for granted how the most powerful position in the world is not and cannot be held onto in our nation. Just watching the very moment of change with civility is our privilege. Something so many in the world do not have. That's what all "Inauguration Days" mean to me. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
In my car, up to par, I'll go far.
I'm the star! First on pole; on a roll.
Flag's my goal. Engines start, feel my heart
Off the chart. Got green light--hold on tight!
Foot to floor, hear that roar, got much more.
So hardcore! On first turn, see me burn,
Look and learn! Turbo's burst, now I'm first
Such a thirst for the win. My wheels spin!
On the straight I don't abate. Must be fate;
I'm doing great! On my tail, but he'll fail
Beside the rail. In the ess, with finesse,
Passed him; Yes! Back in lead with such speed!
Whoa, my tach, gone past black. Heard a whack!
Gonna smack that hard wall, big and tall.
What a fall down from grace; lost my place
In this race - need the pit. Oh Shit!
| Author Notes |
Contest for Vers Beaucoup rules:
4-3-3-2 format with no more than 3 words per rhyme. Rhyme scheme per stanza: a-a-a- a-b-b- b-c-c c-d-d. I do enjoy a good car race. Either "Formula I" or "Touring Car Racing". Also like 500cc motorcycle races. References: 1) First on pole: Called "pole position" - in #1 spot at the start 2) Flag's the goal: Of course, want that checkered flag to win 3) Got green light: While cars in position, green light starts the race 4) On the straight: The straight part of a race track 5) In the ess: "S" curves on track 6) Whoa, my tach: Short for tachometer 7) Gone past black: RPM's in the red zone - Warning! 8) Heard a whack: Maybe engine blew? HA! 9) Need the pit: Has to get to his pit stop - trouble! |
By Sixteezkid
Parents, children, home. Everything one needs.
Abuse, neglect, betrayal, divorce, sadness. Why?
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
Heaven-bound, my destiny
On blissful shores, I long to stay
Within nirvana's reign o'er me
I'm floating far above the fray
On blissful shores, I long to stay
So, in my veins, I welcome you
I'm floating far above the fray
Yet tangled by this devil's brew
So, in my veins, I welcome you
Within nirvana's reign o'er me
Yet tangled by this devil's brew
Heaven-bound, my destiny
| Author Notes |
A "pantoum" poem - no set meter - Rhyme Scheme: abab
Stanza 1: Line 1 Line 2 Line 3 Line 4 Stanza 2: Line 5 (repeat of line 2 in stanza 1) Line 6 (new line) Line 7 (repeat of line 4 in stanza 1) Line 8 (new line) Stanza 3/Last Stanza (This is the format for the last stanza regardless of how many preceding stanzas exist): Line 9 (line 2 of the previous stanza) Line 10 (line 3 of the first stanza) Line 11 (line 4 of the previous stanza) Line 12 (line 1 of the first stanza) Sadly, those who are addicted to heroin, think only of the next fix. Their only thoughts are to disappear from life's pains and equate the high to feeling like being in heaven. They know hell waits for them in just a few hours... I had a close relative who was an addict. A very difficult thing to watch them deteriorate, yet still long for that "heavenly" feeling. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
At midnight - the strike of Twelve
The New Year came to fore
Fever pitch was your sweet kiss
I'd not seen you before!
Red, the color of my cheeks
Such pounding from my heart!
Tingling shocks from head to toe
Scintillating start!
Instantly, I fell for you
God knows how that could be!
How two would kiss and find
True love - forever happily!
| Author Notes |
Valentine's Love Poem Contest: Acrostic: "AT FIRST SIGHT"
(but couldn't help myself to break it up into stanzas!) Rules: Write a poem where the first letter of each line spells out a word (see an example below). Your love poem can be fictional or non-fictional. It can be humorous or serious. The choice is yours. But it must clearly be a love poem. My words are "AT FIRST SIGHT" |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | **See Author's Notes** |
Oh, Paris, how I miss your beauty
As the sun descends
The boats are lit up - floating gently
Down the River Seine
A walk along The Champs Elysees
Lined by cafe chairs
A stroll through gardens, Tuileries
"Au revoir" to all my cares
The grandeur of the cloistered windows
Within Notre Dame
Designed for glory - each a rose
All for Christendom
Your 18th arrondissement
Famous for, in part,
Where poets, writers, painters went
And shared their works of art.
Your Musee Louvre, holds such charms
Mona Lisa's home
And Venus, towering without arms
Under your great dome
The Eiffel Tower, your landmark
Built for a World's Fair
Her unique shape outlined, at dark
Showing off with flair
I'll see your treasures, once again
"Mais oui - bien sur!"
For in my dreams, you're not forgotten
Holding such allure
| Author Notes |
I do love Paris very much. As I sit here in this freezing weather and 12 inches of snow, I have ended up traveling in my mind.
My last few poems have been about Las Vegas, Tennessee, The Nile and the ocean. Not completely intended, but my mind MUST be needing to get out of this house! And then, I found myself reminiscing about Paris. So, here goes. I do not speak French, but know a few words. Just had to sprinkle this poem with a bit. NO SET METER RHYME SCHEME: ABAB For reference: --The Champs Elysees: The Avenue des Champs-Elysees is one of the most famous streets in the world (it follows the River Seine) --The Tuileries Garden covers about 63 acres next to the Louvre Museum. --Paris is mapped in zones of arrondissements. The 18th arrondissement is where Montmartre area is - Famously known for being a bohemian area where great artists convened in the 19th and 20th centuries. Ernest Hemingway penned major portions of his novel, "The Sun Also Rises" at the still-famous restaurant, "Closerie des Lilas". --Venus: Referring to the very famous and treasured "Venus de Milo" marble sculpture. Upon it's discovery, both arms of this statue were already missing. --French words: "au revoir" (goodbye) "musee" (museum) "mais oui, bien sur" (but yes, of course) |
By Sixteezkid
Driving to Las Vegas, I am
Thrilled about this trek
I love to feel that green felt table
And a newly shuffled deck
Pealing rings of slot machines, I
Walk right by them all
Twenty-One has better odds
A hit or stay - it's mine to call
Changing wads of money, for those
Chips like precious stones
I allow myself to pounce
Into that chair; I sit my bones
Looking for my fortune, I just
Know it's in that stack
As the dealer flings those cards out
How I hope for that blackjack
Playing now for hours, with no
Chance for me to win
That pot of gold; I'm finished
Once again, long in the chin.
| Author Notes |
9 out of these 10 words required to be used:
Allow - Steal - Finished - Peal - Stone - Fling - Fortune - Shuffle - Pounce - Feel You can leave out one word. So write a poem that uses at least nine of the ten words above. A word can be plural (so "steal" or "steals"). But not changed. So "steal" can be "steal" but not "stolen". I used all except the word, "steal". |
By Sixteezkid
northerlies
minus ten degrees
chill factor
| Author Notes |
I missed the deadline for the 3-5-3 Haiku contest, but thought I'd post this anyway.
3-5-3 Nature Haiku |
By Sixteezkid
What would I do without the internet
I'd be so lost in this big world, and yet
For all those years it wasn't ours to be
And somehow managed life so easily
The world wide web, while in its infancy
Was something foreign - nothing there for me
Then, POW! Technology explosion blast!
The information highway grew so fast
I bought my first PC, it's name, HP
A URL? What this? - http//
Dot com, an address needed to begin
With AOL, my ISP - logged in
A username required, I had to choose
Who I would be known as; could not refuse
To be so cute and clever - sixteezkid!
With anonymity, I was well hid.
All fun and games at first, and nothing more
A lot of chat, I thought it such a bore
But, then came email, loved to hear that phrase
Of "You've Got Mail!" which soon became the craze!
Well, wouldn'cha know it - shopping through a wire
Who could have dreamt of buying one's attire
With icons clicked; my order is complete
So simple and it even prints receipt.
Ten billion hits an hour, an engine's mined
To search for gold; there's nothing one can't find
The net is huge ~ another universe.
I'm surfing now; this sea is so diverse!
And then one day I found a poem place
With pages full of words; I love this space!
It's name is called fanstory ~ a delight
A website where I'm learning how to write
By Sixteezkid
A hero, gentle, sturdy, rough
This man with head held high
He gave us hope, when times were tough
On him, we could rely
To lift our spirits up on screen
He knew just what to say
Donned bravery; beret of green
With strength, he paved the way
But mostly sitting horseback on
That lawless, new frontier
When saddled up, he was all brawn
With rifle and no fear
A patriot, he always fought
For right, and we felt pride
That good would triumph evil wrought
With justice not denied
Our nation loved this rugged guy
A film star, even so...
He was a figure, honored high
True grit; no average Joe
The Duke, a name that fits him well
As it's synonymous
For Legend, and he'll always dwell
Within most all of us
By Sixteezkid
Floating on The Nile
Beautiful the flora!
Poverty-stricken children
These scenes, oxymora
| Author Notes |
On vacation in Egypt. While on a boat for days down the Nile, the scenery was so magnificent. Sometimes, all I would see is the beauty of the landscape on both banks. And then, we'd pass by a village. There was such poverty, the women and children were on the banks doing laundry and washing dishes. The children were so ragged, yet loved waving at us as we went by. Here I was on a lovely boat in a lovely scene and there were these very poor children, working very hard. Was difficult to see.
Naani Poem: 4 Lines only - between 20 and 25 syllables. Mine has 24 syllables. |
By Sixteezkid
The Southern Way, my family roots
All loved ones gave so much
Such lessons learned, on life's good fruits
Taught with a simple touch
A gravel road, an old homestead
And on the porch, a swing
'n country cookin', all well-fed
Old gospel songs, we'd sing
The hills and hollers, to my eyes
A heavenly terrain.
Where cattle graze beneath blue skies
Beside a bending lane
The coldest water from a well
Oak bucket used to draw
Then granddad rested for a spell
With 'backy in his jaw
A gathering place, the courthouse square
Where farmers had a yarn
'bout how their crop was doin' fair
Work needed on the barn
These memories are just a start
For many do I hold.
A culture loved, it is a part
Of me, it's treasured gold
My heart belongs to Tennessee
Although I'm from up north
Imbued with love, serenity
Her beauty calls me forth
| Author Notes |
All my relatives live in Tennessee. Mom and Dad were born and raised there. As a family, we'd drive down there at least twice a year to visit everyone. The degree of their influence on me (and how it formed me) is probably not known to any of them. Many have passed on, but I will never forget any of them and all the good times we had.
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By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
Bureaucracy!
Hypocrisy!
Bailouts - Bloody broke!
Deficit spending
Unending TARP bills
Big Three ailments need injection
UAW - a disconnection
AIG - on dole handout
Congress on payroll
Of Freddie/Fannie - a rout!
Money presses
Printing messes
Result: inflation
Housing deflation
Creates stagflation
Illegal immigration
Overloading nation
Broken schools
(no!) Child left behind
Joblessness
Hopelessness
Homelessness
All a mess
Where is Congress?
Think us fools
You've no rules
Ambiguous
On hiatus!
Left and Right
Dukin' it out!
Middle class tabled
And I shout!
BUDGET CUTS
FOR KIDS DISABLED??
| Author Notes |
You may agree with some or none or all. But, we all know our elected officials do NOT act "for the people" -
What really set me on fire today, was I read where the already-puny budget for the mentally disabled kids was getting cut by 25%. I have a daughter with autism and she's on a WAIT LIST for a simple day program to attend to keep her busy and sociable. So, with Congressional pork, earmarks, corporate bailouts, aid to nations who we have to pay to "like" us; what about our own kids? What about our pitiful education here? |
By Sixteezkid
A chorus bridge
for us to cross
In tempo, a melody;
lyrics sung in harmony
| Author Notes |
Best Short Story poem to be free verse, written in 15 words.
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By Sixteezkid
My soul is longing for the sea
To carry me
Out past first wave~
The salt I crave
My heart beats to those crashing sounds
Of surf that pounds
With rushing roar
On sandy shore
My eyes search for that beauty blue
The tranquil view
Of ebb and flow
And undertow
| Author Notes |
Minute Poetry Contest
Must contain 3 stanzas with rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff In iambic meter First line of each stanza has 8 syllables Second and third lines each with 4 syllables |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | 'naani' contest - read author's notes below |
Marlin fishing in deep seas
Baby pooped her pants
Mom tosses turds overboard
Shark jumped up and ate it!
| Author Notes |
In this Naani, let's take a trip down Memory Lane and tell an anecdote of something you recall that was either humorous, ironic, weird or wonderful....keeping it fun and light.
This really happened! My daughter was about 18 months old. We are off the coast of Australia marlin fishing. I took off her diaper, turned it inside out and dropped the floaters over the side. Immediately a shark jumped up and ate it! Ewwwww! Shocked the living daylights outta me!! |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | For Reggie...who loves haiku |
western hereford herd
lazy-r spring calf roundup
hot iron sizzles
| Author Notes |
Prob'ly not a real haiku, but tryin' ta get ole Reg
over ta the poet side for a spell, I reckin. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
pacific ocean
sailboat on serene warm seas
humpback whale breaches
| Author Notes |
Boating 60 miles off the coast of Australia, nothing else in sight. Suddenly, right before our eyes, at the bow of our boat, a huge whale rose completely out of the water. Was he saying, "Look at me?" - A top highlight of my life.
A 5-7-5 haiku |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
Our winter's storm blew in last night
As snow fell down without a break
And wind that howled ~ a blizzard born
Awaking to a scene, so white
A blanket quilted, flake by flake
And all was hushed ~ a peaceful morn
The drifts are risen to such height
Like sculptures carved ~ an artist's take
On marble; sanded, smooth and worn
The landscape sparkles ~ blinding bright
All decorated like a cake
With icing swirled and made adorn
A wonderland for grownups' eyes
A playground ~ joyous children's cries!
| Author Notes |
A "Trilonnet" - a form of sonnet
A 14-line poem made up of 4 three-line verses of 8 syllables With one rhyming couplet In iambic tetrameter Contest rule: To be about nature |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
So proud am I of all my loving children with big hearts
Their kindness to humanity; a sum of all their parts
As children, they were curious and still are to this day
Determined to investigate this world to find their way
And with a sense of humor they can always make us laugh
For in our home there's openness, no matter who may gaffe
They've always been accepting to new changes in this life
Forgiving almost anyone who may have caused them strife
With gratitude of life's good fruits for which they've been bestowed
They only want for justice to all those with heavy load
Devotion in our family is what they long to keep
Steadfast in this belief - it's number one; this runs so deep
With gentleness, they hold each other up when times get tough
Mom loves them. They're so generous. Can't brag of them enough!
| Author Notes |
This "Fourteener" contest requires
14 lines (in couplets) with 14 syllables - listing 14 virtues about one's family. "Fourteener" is another name for Iambic Heptameter The contest offers 44 words of attributes we can use to insert one into each line (or a variation thereof). Here is my list: Loving, Kindness, Curious, Determined, Humorous, Openness, Accepting, Forgiving, Gratitude, Justice, Devotion, Steadfastness, Gentleness, Generous |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
I'm told I over-analyze
And think too deep to make things clear.
It's not enough to just exist.
There's much to ponder and I yearn
To understand what, how and why.
I need to think it through, is all!
So what ~ that I philosophize
On mankind's purpose; why we're here.
A sponge am I for all that grist.
The world is full; so much to learn.
I'll not stop wond'ring 'til I die
About all things, both big and small!
| Author Notes |
For this contest, the meter I have chosen
is Iambic Tetrameter (4 feet) Contest requires 12 lines Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF/ABCDEF |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
I see you sitting there amongst your friends.
So handsome, though your jacket shows a tear,
And many of your pages have tipped ends.
How could you be so loved without this wear.
The First Edition ~ that's your pedigree
Untouched, pristine; no story does it tell.
Successor to this print, you are so free
To be fulfilled; in loving hands you dwell.
But comes the time today we'll say goodbye.
I thank you for those special words you've said.
New mates await you. Oh, they'll laugh and cry,
Appreciating how you're so well read.
A gift you are ~ with pearls and gems inside.
For as you're opened up, you shine with pride.
* * *
* *
*
| Author Notes |
English Sonnet
Iambic Pentameter Rhyme Scheme: abab/cdcd/efef/gg |
By Sixteezkid
driest desert dunes
shifting sands at wind's command
dust storm ominous
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
Protests and placards on campus -
"Long-haired hippies" my Dad spews.
"Anti-establishment", says the evening news.
Confused, in between this...what?
Generation Gap.
Someone tell me what it means.
...I'm fifteen.
Doin' a doobie -
guess I'm a hippie.
Getting all A's -
Square equals straight?
Divisions wide, still don't know
Why four are dead in Ohio
Why soldiers are shunned on coming home
Why women toss children in our Embassy
Why helicopters are tossed in the sea
Still asking how/what/why
...I'm fifty-three
| Author Notes |
In 1970, I was 14. In the midst of radical change. Couldn't grasp any of it. Too young to understand if we should or should not be in a war. Kent State killings, hippies against soldiers, parents against kids. And the list goes on. These are words of my feelings at the time.
Used in this free verse: alliteration. sprinkle of rhyme. dramatic repetition. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | See Author's Notes below |
What love I have for this great land.
America, our freedom planned
By those with vision; desirous
For something new, then took a stand
Their actions were rebellious
And without doubt, most treasonous
With sacrifice, they made the call;
A Declaration penned for us
A quill to parchment signed by all
Unsure if it would stand or fall
Yet, held the dream that we might see
A nation strong, a nation tall
With much debate, what came to be?
A Constitution to decree
That all are equal, all are free
That all are equal, all are free
| Author Notes |
Our Founding Fathers called their dream, "The Great Experiment",
as it was an untried form of government. I admire them greatly for their vision and courage - with sacrifices made that most don't take the time to learn about. And their incredible genius to write the Declaration of Independence and our Constitution. And because this document does decree that all are equal and free, many still bitch that things aren't "perfect" here. Show me a perfect nation (where human beings run the show) - or even show me one that comes close to enjoying our freedoms, then I will open my ears to the America-bashers. And let the debate begin with our "Bill of Rights". Poem written in Iambic tetrameter with Rhyme scheme: aaba/bbcb/ccdc/dddd In homage to Robert Frost's, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" (which I love), I penned this with the same rhyme scheme and final two lines being identical. |
By Sixteezkid
bread stuck in toaster
kitchen fork comes to rescue
ambulance arrives
| Author Notes | 5/7/5 senryu with humor |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | A Senryu 5-7-5 |
Beautiful brown eyes
First glance at those long lashes
I was a goner
By Sixteezkid
War has broken out again
Cease-fire without the cease
No shock is this ongoing fight
Inside the Middle East
...Where hatred reigns over peace
Hades felt, when missiles fall
No one is forgiven
As families strive to stay alive
And only want for leaven
...This Holy Land's no Heaven
By Sixteezkid
I know I had more cash than this!
Where did the money go?
It ran right through my fingertips.
Ahhh! The meaning of cash flow.
| Author Notes | An Epigram is a short, pithy saying, usually in verse, often with a quick, satirical twist at the end. The subject is usually a single thought or event. The word "epigram" comes from the Greek epigraphein, meaning "to write on, inscribe," and originally referred to the inscriptions written on stone monuments in ancient Greece. |
By Sixteezkid
The Cricket Pavillion in Phoenix
Electrified, loud and waiting
For the opening guitars.
Suddenly they appear.
That baritone voice
Begins to croon.
We all shout
Pearl Jam
Rocks!
By Sixteezkid
Our
clock just
chimed the hour
In its warm, rich
tone
.
| Author Notes |
Lanturne contest - 5 lines
with syllables 1, 2, 3, 4, 1 |
By Sixteezkid
Movies
move me all year,
from indies to epics.
Now, my picks, tv, popcorn and
Oscars
| Author Notes | Cinquain Contest |
By Sixteezkid
icicles on eaves
now melting with warmer day
falling like daggers
| Author Notes | Haiku 5-7-5 |
By Sixteezkid
The greatest joy of life, the gift of love
Will always be our North for which we seek
With sextant in the heart, we look above
Toward the universe at hunger's peak
Fulfilling a deep void we have from birth
A touch, a bond, a kiss - our only need
Remains our lifelong goal; to keep this dearth
By fanning flames so love will not recede
If love is lost, a pledge is often made
To walk in darkness and forget that light
But hope and time ensures the hurt will fade
And brings again the jewel which shines so bright
From child's first cry until the day he dies
Love answers all the reasons; all the whys
| Author Notes |
Poem Format: English Sonnet - 14 lines in Iambic Pentameter
Rhyme Scheme: abab/cdcd/efef/gg |
By Sixteezkid
Looking nearer, in the mirror, now it's clearer
Something's queerer. That's a wrinkle! Make-up sprinkle,
now I twinkle. Used to smolder, now I'm older,
but much bolder. And will not fear - this "age" is here.
I once was young, my spring had sprung, with my sharp tongue
Sung songs unsung. Had my first kiss, ignorance bliss,
nothing amiss. Such joie de vivre, and so naive,
could not conceive, that life would change; would rearrange.
I'm now mature, with more allure, Cuz now secure
I'm not unsure of who I am, don't give a damn-
Got brains, not glam. Be young again? No way...Amen!
Already been. I'm grown up now. Content? And how!
| Author Notes |
Vers Beaucoup with broken rule (4 words per rhyme) - forgive me, Curt!!
The format for Vers Beaucoup is a 4-3-3-2 rhyme scheme, using NO MORE than 3 words PER RHYME. (some places, I have 4 words per rhyme - don't yell at me, Curt) Rhyme Scheme: a-a-a a-b-b b-c-c c-d-d |
By Sixteezkid
Mother of Martyrdom-
Surviving solely for another,
I'm embattled for the cause.
Subsistence only for self, I die daily
--while bearing and burying the losses.
What a pulseless prison!
Freezing my mind with its cold shackles,
I remain captive and confined
--in this proxy domicile.
Weary this way- a path I see to apathy.
Turning numb, I succumb
while giving and breaking,
My caring limbs atrophy.
--The reach unreachable.
Holding fast to hopeless hopes,
These muddled musings
deny moments of clarity-
I watch self-sacrifice give way
--as self doubt creeps in on the sly.
| Author Notes | Free Verse |
By Sixteezkid
You gave her to me, God-
I never asked you why
She'd need me all her life
On me, she could rely
The challenge has been hard
Unknowns along the way
But love has been my guide
Each step, each mile, each day
Yet now that she has grown
Her needs are all the more
I lend her back to you
For help, I do implore
As "special" she is called
My daughter, so in need
It seems no human touch
Can help her, I concede
Now, in your hands I trust
For no one else can place
Her future in the light
I ask for all your grace
So, this my only prayer
Please hold her in your care
| Author Notes |
For my "special" daughter with autism.
Verse: Iambic trimeter, abcb rhyme with rhyming couplet at end. |
By Sixteezkid
Our burdens lift, they always do.
And hours of fear give way to hope.
As time, our friend, makes all brand new,
Our burdens lift. They always do,
Although the pain sears through and through.
We delve down deep, and as we cope,
Our burdens lift! They always do.
And hours of fear give way to hope.
| Author Notes | A triolet is an eight line poem or stanza with a set rhyme scheme. Line four and line seven are the same as line one, and line eight is the same as line two. The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. |
By Sixteezkid
Doubt
Disruptive, Invasive
Lingering, Deceiving, Negating
Thievery of clear thought
Indecision
| Author Notes |
Modified Cinquain Format -
Line 1: 1 word title (noun) Line 2: 2 descriptive words (adjectives) Line 3: 3 words that express action Line 4: 4 words that express feeling Line 5: 1 word (synonyms or reference to title in line 1) |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | Happy New Year - Fanstory Friends!! |
bright big apple ball
a million cheer at the drop
two thousand and nine
| Author Notes |
million pronounced: mil-yen
from "New Oxford American Dictionary" |
By Sixteezkid
A sojourn-
unexpected
replete with
sublime silence
We alone
possess this
unspoken time
sharing only
our breath
A glimpse-
night's stars
each casting
a glint of silver
not to bring light
A breeze
gently whispers
not to stir time
Moon's face
hovers behind
sheer clouds
offering blue hue
Soundless snow
shrouds us from
unwelcomed eyes
The tree's rustle
renders a hush
making its presence
known only to us
Not to be named
is this stolen time
as a word would
falsely define it
For nature lent
this perfect stage
Ours - held in awe
of the splendor
a gift
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | I plead the 5th! |
Women play dumb when we're asked if we fake
Of course I do, honey - for your ego's sake!
When Peter wants Pussy five times every week
I must do my duty, and use that technique.
Now, granted, there's times when I'm full of desire
No feigned orgasms here - I'm hotter than fire.
So lie on your back, cause I've got the wheel
Get ready, set, go! Yeah... I'm sure gonna squeal!
By Sixteezkid
Is it possible
to fly
from the mundane
to the extraordinary
To lean over
a cliff's edge
and scream
watching anger
spill into
the canyon
To brush off guilt
as specks
on a jacket's lapel
To hear only
those words
which alight
the soul
yet do not sear
To walk
the desert dunes
and not cry for
its oasis
To sleep
with dreams of color
that rest the mind
To have silence
yet still hear
the loud cries
of passion
To grasp
a strong hand
which feels
my strength
To share an embrace
in another language
To have one's hunger
fed by another's
hungry mouth
To find one's self
by getting lost
in rapture
To give while not
giving away
To receive
without taking
To die and still live
| Author Notes | This is my first free verse (I think it is a free verse!!). So, I am looking for any and all reviewers to give a most honest critique, as "I do not know what I have done" HA! Even down to, "should the questions marks be nixed", etc. I would love to continue exploring this avenue, as I truly love this form of expression. |
By Sixteezkid
There's a website I love called Fanstory
Where my work seeks a wee bit of glory
Four, five stars or...SIX!
I need my day's fix.
"OH!! I've just penned a perfect satori"
| Author Notes |
(this is a 10-10-5-5-10)
Limericks consist of five anapaestic lines. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of Limericks have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other. |
By Sixteezkid
The sweet smell and taste of cigarettes
appealed to me since I was eight.
Dad would have the guys over
for poker night - Fridays.
And I'd sneak a butt
from an ashtray.
Couldn't wait
to light
it.
| Author Notes | A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with just one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. |
By Sixteezkid
sign says no smoking
he puts out his cigarette
then begins to fume
| Author Notes | I wrote this and JUST missed the "5-7-5 FOR FUN" contest. No seats left. BUTT, here it is anyway! |
By Sixteezkid
Telemarketer
Relentless, Painful
Ringing, Annoying, Deceiving
Vile invasion of privacy
Criminal
| Author Notes |
All weekend and today....calls getting worse. Have to VENT!!!!
Line 1: 1 word title (noun) Line 2: 2 descriptive words (adjectives) Line 3: 3 words that express action Line 4: 4 words that express feeling Line 5: 1 word (synonyms or reference to title in line 1) |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | For Curt, thanks for the inspiration! |
Not too late, make a date.
No debate, he's first rate!
I'm not meek, so I'll seek,
cheek-to-cheek , his warm kiss
not to miss all the bliss
we will share, while we bare.
Heart was bruised, felt confused
so misused, now diffused.
Letting go was so slow.
Now I know I can taste
and replace love's embrace.
Damn! Here I am.
Love your smile, stay awhile
(like his style, he's worthwhile!)
Hold my hand and we'll stand
near the band. We can dance
take a chance; make romance.
It's begun. Now we're one.
| Author Notes |
The age-old story of being afraid to give love another chance. But when you see it, you know it......
The format for Vers Beaucoup is a 4-3-3-2 rhyme scheme, using NO MORE than 3 words PER RHYME. It can be written in any fashion, but the preferred method is: a-a-a a-b-b b-c-c c-d-d |
By Sixteezkid
Mind content - at ease, no regret
But the heart, the heart always longs
For it beats and bleeds many songs
To forgive, with peace and pay debt
Holding grudge, we're scarred and beset
With more wounds, we add to those wrongs
As the heart, the heart always longs
To lay down those weapons that threat
Letting go, we're free to forget
As the heart, the heart always longs
For solace where solace belongs
Forgiveness, the key - no regret
| Author Notes |
Sometimes we think we'll be fine not to forgive. Our mind is content with that. But then, over time, it's our heart that speaks to us in many ways, telling us that we can't move on until we forgive.
By not forgiving, we alone carry the biggest burden. |
By Sixteezkid
Now caving, craving, my heart pounds
You're my exception to the rule
That long ago, I made with bounds
And warnings both of sight and sounds
To build defenses - safer grounds
Not being one to play the fool...
Now caving, craving, my heart pounds
You're my exception to the rule
| Author Notes |
Broke the rules of a "triolet" that I wanted to write - because I didn't want to change a particular line I wrote. So, a triolet, it is not.
-in iambic tetrameter- |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | For Ryan & Darren who love to hang ten! |
Stunning
Sunning
Punning
Funning
Surfing on this Stunning, Sunning day
Playful in our Punning, Funning way
| Author Notes |
Great times on the beach in Australia, all the family would surf, boogie board and swim; just having a great time for days on end!!
"Tyburn Poem" - It is a six line poem consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables. (See example by clicking on "Tyburn Contest" by my title. |
By Sixteezkid
Empty canvas stares
Blankly back at artist
Wanting to be brushed
By strokes of genius
| Author Notes |
Naani Poem: 4 lines (between 20 and 25 syllables).
Poem is not bound to a particular subject. Naani means an expression of one and all. This work has 21 syllables. |
By Sixteezkid
quiet memories
silenced under dusty time
alight, unannounced
| Author Notes |
A senryu (5-7-5) is a three line Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku. It is unrhymed and the subject is based human nature. It is usually satirical or ironic. |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | For Ryan |
My son left today
For his home far away
Flying free above the land
While I hold on...a mother's way
My son left a strand
Of his wit, so deadpanned
Laughter filling us with joy
Now feel the void, like steps in sand
My son left his "Oi"!
Australian, that's my boy
With that grin and a "G'day"
We reminisced of Illinois
My son left today
He'll be back, we all say
As he saunters with a sway
We holler out an old cliche...
| Author Notes |
Quatrain:
aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd --- chain rhyme (5-6-7-8) |
By Sixteezkid
Deep and dark moments
Erratic, these meanings
Pose threat to a new light
Raise doubt within my sight
Eye truths, seeking day.
Spilt guilt getting through
Senses numbed... crafty lies
In webs spun by my hands
Ought not feed their demands
Nor yield to dismay.
| Author Notes | 5-6-6-6-5 in first five lines and same repeats in second 5 lines. Did not break up those up because of the nature of the acrostic to stay as one. |
By Sixteezkid
Why
do we
wound with words?
For once spoken,
shards may be removed, yet the gape still seethes.
Listen as the cuts penetrate our souls
down to the core
as we flinch
from their
sounds.
| Author Notes |
TETRACTYS, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, is a five-line syllabic verse form. Each verse should express a complete thought in 20 syllables, with line counts: 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10. If there are multiple stanzas, the even stanzas mirror the odds in line syllable counts.
|
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | To my children, who give me so much |
Mom told me my first word was Dad
Then new ones, learned every week
Soon to be heard by everyone
Only nouns and verbs could I speak.
In school, I was quite the speller
Loved syllables, words in their parts
Bound by prefixes, suffixes
With roots, Greek and Latin, their hearts
Ahh...essays and creative writing!
English comp was never a chore
I came upon a new forum
Public speaking, with words galore
At work, I used presentations
To submit the message du jour
So proud that my words could convey
As a sale was all but for sure
My children were never at loss
To lessons I yearned to impart
With the command of my language
Being verbal, I felt I was smart...
But something deeper was harking
Such feelings welled up within me
This heart and soul also had words?
I wondered what all that could be
Delving to locate the meaning
Of emotions wanting a choice
I listened to all of their urgings
As poetry was their true voice!
| Author Notes | I've only just begun to write poetry. And I am still a bit puzzled as to why I only recently found it. My theory is that since I was always SO busy in business and being a wife and Mom, I always felt confident with saying what was on my mind. Then, a more quiet life....time for reflection (at last!) - Out of nowhere came this inner need to articulate in another way. Poetry is now another way for me to speak. And, I'm LOVING it! Ha!! |
By Sixteezkid
| Author Note: | For Fayesh |
Child
Silent
Autism
Misunderstood
How can we comprehend her different world?
| Author Notes |
My daughter has autism. I wanted to simplify, in words, this most complex disorder.
If anyone is interested in this lovely art form: The TETRACTYS, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, is a five-line syllabic verse form. Each verse should express a complete thought in 20 syllables, with line counts: 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10. I suggest this link: http://jpicforum.info/types-poetry/tetractys-807.html (for starters) The accompanying artwork is a symbolic painting I did to express this "enigma". In the last line (which is supposed to have 10 syllables), I have chosen for the word "different" to have the more common pronunciation of "dif-frent". My first attempt at a tetractys....a new-found expression for me. |
By Sixteezkid
That five-string Gibson banjo
Dad's only favorite toy
Made more than sounds of music
It filled our home with joy
He taught himself to play
That good ole bluegrass sound
He loved to pick and grin
Musicians came around
Always makin' music
Was what he loved the most
Earl Scruggs and Don Reno
His heroes, he would boast
Foggy Mountain Breakdown
Jed Clampett's ballad, too
He mastered these at first
Then, nothin' he couldn't do
When he'd start to tune it
That banjo'd come to life
Two fingers and a thumb
Away went all his strife
Since then, our Dad has gone
To Heaven, now held dear
He took that Gibson banjo
To play for all to hear
--We miss you, Daddy
By Sixteezkid
winter's bite blanches
consuming autumn colors.
hard ground hails for spring
| Author Notes | Western Haiku 5-7-5 format, 3 lines, 17 syllables, no caps |
By Sixteezkid
Ground Zero - shock, carnage, silence
Dreams lying flat, their branches brittle
Broken in scorched scapes
Ground Zero plus five - no dream alive
Hopes spiraled from their once sure destiny
Buried in a gray arena
Ground Zero plus ten - resurrection
Self-titled Survivors growing sprigs
Breathing the dirty air
The Outpost - dare they claim victory
Is the horizon safe to glance at
with all its brightness and color
And Beyond - Its name is Future
Not looking back,
We call it Fragile
| Author Notes | In above-ground nuclear testing, measurements of devastation are taken at many points: Ground zero is point of impact, GZ plus 5 miles, GZ plus 10 miles, the "outpost", etc. My poem is melding the language of a nuclear blast with the initial trauma of family members in divorce and later in time, how they are healing. (The distance of miles in the blast is the distance of time after the divorce). |
By Sixteezkid
Vulnerable, so tired
In need of an embrace
With strong arms and deep heart
You take me from that place
Come rest with me now
In spirit, not a word
I give to you no burden
My breath is all that's heard
My mind has been heavy
The path has been unkind
I whisper none of this
As now, it's left behind
For only with your touch
Am I in this calm space
And when you are in need
I'm there with my embrace
By Sixteezkid
Hallowed is the ground
Tread not until now.
Imprints only made
After humility, then a bow
No guide, nor a map
Only a voice that says yes.
Lost until found
Upon conceding, no digress
Hallowed is that ground!
Still trampled by me
Others will follow...
Willingly, set free
| Author Notes |
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
- Eleanor Roosevelt - |
By Sixteezkid
Peace, sweet peace -
The nectar so longed for
stumbled upon
in the rarest of moments when not sought.
Oh, to have a field of that bountiful
and glorious taste - waiting to be sipped
to give the heart song
Rest in the arms of a breeze.
Warmth to the depth, cool to the touch
considering not where I lie
Peace, sweet peace -
Don't wrest me away
from your fleeting presence
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