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The Rondine is a very neglected and a very challenging poetry form consisting
of two stanzas, a septet (7 lines), and a quintet (5 lines), making the poem a total of 12 lines. |
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Rondine of the Rare Device. "if you can kiss the mistress never kiss the maid" The maid will do if your not ambitious- Why split the stalk if twigs will make the besom? Why kill the roots if one may steal the blossom? The garden is a plot of sundry pleasures Filled with winding paths and rare devices, Here a fountain, there a Grecian column- The maid will do
Rose O'Morning winds upon the trellis |
Rondine Posts....Contents
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Carly SvamvourOh, chaos rules again; they brawl in wake of Saddam's fall from reign and like a cat presents its game, the roses snatched from castle walls are bouquets for the heroes all. But raging dogs must shake their claim. Oh, chaos rules again. The sun goes down, the evening call is caution - death in fire and flame. The find of jackets wired for pain and empty hangers tell it all. Oh, chaos rules again. |
Etain DruantiaIt is too late now I've stopped believing winter's chill in bones plunges far too deep in dark sorrow's blanket I lie and weep the calendar's promise was deceiving frost's minions continue their warmth-thieving while I clutch at small comforts mine to keep. It is too late for heart's joy, my happiness I'm grieving as I burrow deeper into calm of sleep no peace sown in life but in Death shall reap silence beckons so I must be leaving It is too late. -----
Liquid Day |
Leny RooversThe Book of Forms can bring to each the poetry he yearns to learn. Aspiring poets will return to search the knowledge within reach, improving their poetic speech. It teaches meter with concern, The Book of Forms. Examples shown, we don't impeach; they're chosen carefully, in turn parameters no longer burn, bring freedom in constraint- a peach, The Book of Forms. Orchestra Orchestral waves of music, well defined, as rondos stately dance with soft refrain and graceful fingers weave in gentle reign; the flute blends in with higher tones entwined, supported by the violins in kind. While bows glide up and down on passion's strain, orchestral waves. A hundred tiny notes are now combined, as lustrous pearls are strung on shining chains; the rippling sounds are threads that will sustain lost harmony, when words are left behind orchestral waves. Tessa With one big leap she jumps upon my bed, gives me a fright, I was away in dreams; she bumps her head against my face and screams: wake up, you lazy human, go ahead, the sun is up, I haven't yet been fed! What happened to the day's regimes? With one big leap she has destroyed the soft embrace that spread through night skies, travelled moonlit beams to bring us both together on love's streams; now all too sudden waking broke the thread- with one big leap. -----
Tongues |
Sal CoraccioJust five more minutes, please I beg of you, This dream is nearly done and so am I, For if I cannot sleep I'll surely die - Besides I have some flying left to do, A lover somewhere close or perhaps two, And I can barely open up one eye - Just five more minutes. A morning's rest in bed is overdue, I've images in adequate supply and fantasies aplenty left to try; I cannot bear to bid it all adieux - Just five more minutes. |
Teagan De DanaanA cooling breath steals the leaves As all the greens fade to yellow. The golden scene makes me mellow Chilly, short days and long autumn eves T-shirts replaced by long shirtsleeves But I know in time warmth will follow A cooling breath. Now nature no longer conceives And fields lay silent, sleeping, fallow, Burnt out forests look dark and sallow In time will change as nature receives A cooling breath. Desert Sand THE desert sand hides all its tales And all that's left is a rich red sea. More silent by far than water could be, As it covers up all of histories trails Time after time all searching fails. Enigmatic, retaining its mysteries The desert sand hides all. Sometimes for a while it reveals A wondrous event of yesteryear A veil drawn aside for all to see Then again it's mysteries it seals The desert sand hides all. -----
I am the wind
There is no point
This love |
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