CANZONETTA



This Canzonetta or Canzonet is a variation of the canzone, a lyric poem of varying line length and metrical patterns. The Canzonetta consists of at least two octaves, and each octave uses a series of alternating couplets. The last line or last phrase is repeated in each stanza of the subsequent stanzas. The rhyme scheme is thus:
a. b. a. b. c. d. c. D.
or
a. b. a. b. c. b. c. B.
The latter one is called Canzonetta Prime and the use of a repeating rhyme word is helpful but not mandatory in order to strengthen the repetition bond. There is no set meter or line length.
Retribution

SO dark is the night and you are alone.
I do not fear the dark, why should I lie?
Listen carefully to the night wind moan
I am the mote in your fearful eye.
A wisp of smoke or the smell of fear
You see my shadow. I hear you cry.
You begin to panic, I can see a tear
Too late, too late, it's time to die.

Look back on life that should have been
Instead you hid your life with a lie.
So pure outside, you appear so clean
I see the fear grow in your eyes.
Ghosts of the Past you brushed away
"There are no Ghosts of now", you cry.
Mind crimes count for naught you say
Shaking my head, it's time to die.

Innocents, all victims of your crime
Leave their graves to deny your lie.
For evil only exists a finite time
Justice removes her blindfold with a sigh
For all you have sown it's time to pay.
Ashen faced you give in finally.
You grab your chest and feel the pain
It's too late now, it's time to die.

Ryter Roethicle

Canzonetta Posts
Contents

Maryse Achong

Forever Love II
Ryter Roethicle

Friendship
Sailors Death
Leny Roovers

Yoga VI

Maryse Achong

Forever Love II

I never imagined that you were leaving
Did not anticipate that you would go
Away from me forever, have me grieving,
And missing you in ways you’ll never know.
I thought we’d find our way back to each other
Although I was the one who said ‘goodbye’;
I always knew that we belonged together
I never thought that you were going to die.

I treasure that last letter that you wrote me
I’ll never see the likes of that again,
Its contents were nothing less than poetry
And now they act as balm to ease my pain.
The ocean floor has laid claim to your body,
And after all this time there’re tears I cry,
But right to the end you heart belonged to me;
I never thought that you were going to die.

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Ryter Roethicle

Friendship

Why is it only with death we realise,
That it’s too late, we’ve lost a friend?
Why is it only when someone dies,
Why must there have to be an end?
All things have not been said have they?
Say it now, drop your pride and bend,
Before it’s too late, say it all today,
Why must you wait until the end?

Declare your love or regret forever,
Love is riches you cannot spend,
For the dead possess nothing ever
Forget pride, and let friendship mend.
Friendship is still the greatest wealth,
The more you have, the more you spend.
And the better that is for your health,
You should never wait until the end.

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A Sailors Death

And only the sea shall know them
The ocean depth will be their grave
The wind will tug the wet shrouds hem
Like a farewell flag the waters wave.
There is no church with bells to ring
No flowers cover the hallowed site
Nor choir with caring hymns to sing
Nor moon to shine its blessed light.

Neptune has claimed them all
And to his bosom they are gone
Till Armageddon makes its call
And be greeted by Gods only son
The day the sea gives up it's dead.
The end of time, the end of night
When sailors will rise from their bed
Bathed in heavens blessed light.

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Leny Roovers

Yoga VI

With each deep breath, my body drinks blue air
that permeates and saturates my skin-
enfolds me in a cool cocoon of prayer,
while peeling off the burdens worn within.
When hollows fill with light, a rose is born;
its pistil rises as her stamens spin.
She's tall and proud, has lost all need for thorns-
protection against hurt, buds from within.

My rose, conceived in peace, is born to share
her velvet vibes, as consciousness begins
to slowly cleanse my mind, abolish scare.
When armours drop, remaining veils grow thin;
translucently and shining they adorn
my upright rose- absorbing pain, she wins.
With each deep breath, my body is reborn-
awareness thrills and blossoms from within.

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