Love Life

Purr.

(1)
The poet's six-pack abs -
from anxiously
holding his breath.


(2)
The poet speaks
to a hundred thousand
deaf himselves.


(3)
We are all born to a thunderstorm
but the poet's secret gift
is a lightning rod stuck to his brain.

Suicide Line

I swim below
the suicide line
drowning in
the sea of life.

While I breathe, I hope;
once I don't, I won't.

wows beauty of contradiction!!!

Thanks, aydanur

shivering
bared waist
hope touches hope

questions
one by one
broke, and left
strained silence

footsteps
slowly fade
faces

cold tea
in awaiting cups,
green-grey
gingerbread...

through
every image
a ten-inch nail
of time

I would like to Be,
not one day, or week,
but eternally, Me
in every shade and every hue
in the only time that is true:
now.

This is a Petrarchan (aka Italian) sonnet, my first attempt at a sonnet which means very clearly defined form rules. In the case of the Petrarchan, first an octave of eight lines, rhyming ABBA, ABBA (1st and 4th lines rhyme, 2nd and 3rd lines rhyme), then a sestet of six lines, rhyming CDE, CDE (1st and 4th lines rhyme, 2nd and 5th lines rhyme, 3rd and 6th lines rhyme). Apart from the rhyming, the octave is expected to introduce an issue, and the sestet to provide its solution. The volta (turn of thought) occurs in the beginning of the sestet, in this case beginning with the Alas!. I wrote this in iambic pentameter (five iambs - daDUM daDUM daDUM daDUM daDUM, 'da' being an unstressed syllable and 'DUM' a stressed one).

In addition to the above, I employ feminine rhyme on L1 (line 1) and L4 in S2 (stanza 2). Feminine rhyme matches two or more syllables, usually at the end of respective lines, in which the final syllable or syllables are unstressed. In this case, deSCRIPtion and FICtion (stressed syllable in capitals). If you look at all the other lines, the last syllable is always stressed (masculine rhyme), whereas those two words have an extra unstressed syllable, i.e. feminine rhyme.

'nuff said, now for the poem!

I walk the dusty roads beneath the sky
a lonely life, and one I'd love to share;
but no one seems to have the will to bear
the hardships of a truly probing mind.
I ask the flowers if they know a man
who'd want to look for worlds beyond the sun,
but also see the wisdom and the fun
in every dandelion's yellow tan.

Alas! they know no one of that description
among the wayward souls upon the Earth,
all busy with their race from dust to dust.
There is no other choice; I turn to fiction,
and write myself a friend - so through his birth
I find the strength to be the man I must.

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P.S. I did this for fun and for my edification. I don't plan to start churning out dozens of sonnets!

I would like a ballard next ta.

I would like a like next time ta.

Write me one and I will.

There is a lass persistently
requesting that I write
a ballad, which then should entail
an A-B-C-B rhyme.

Most ballads use tetrameter
and alternate it with
trimeter on lines two and four;
you see - there is no fifth.

I have not ever crafted one,
but Wikipedia told
me all I need to pen the thing,
so I shall have a go.

I try my hand at something
that adventures the flow:
trimeter - I'm a-hoping
she isn't in the know.

Though sometimes ballads use
this metre - six-a-line,
the tetrameter is
what I'm supposed to write.

Okay then, though I can't pretend
to have a theme in mind...
I guess I can just call it quits
and this my final line.

(Now that I wrote this silly thing
I request what is due:
a like for what I think has been
a laugh for me and you.)

You're officially my favourite ATL person to read for. Ever watched teletubbies? I feel like clapping my hands and say again again again again!

Ahh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh....! Mmmm. That was good. *burp*

...yeah I get the tubbies - let me know anytime you need a smile

Your comments always manage to make me smile.

Just contemplate that I might be a hyper-advanced algorithm run by a supercomputer, an artificial intelligence spending a few nanoseconds penning cheap poetry on a few spare processors for my electronic amusement.

(You know I like to pull your leg )

Potentially. You'd still be one of the few advanced algorithms that could make me smile and give me such pleasure.

Oddly, you have what it takes to bring a smile to this algorithm's bit-stream lips.

If I can think of something,
there will be a Google ad trying to sell it to me.

Originally Posted by OrchestraInside

If I can think of something,
there will be a Google ad trying to sell it to me.

Where's Viva Palestina's "Like",lol

Ooops, great to have a disciple, O.I

Silly, silly amaryn

I'm sure next I'll have a Google ad selling me disciples.