A form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of language.
Goodbye BooBoo, color of blue
Send out our love for peace – be true.
May the Temple receive your form
Under the golden sun so warm.
A poem of four lines with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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Safety fear – has promoted – us to hear – wars are noted.
Foreigners – hold disclosures. – Coroners – hide exposures.
Lack of oil – fuels for greasy money – and the spoil: – golden honey.
Another attempt at Sijo poetry of three lines with internal and external end rhymes.
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Am I a cat of black and white?
With eyes drawn round and wild with fright?
Where are we going in this car?
The back seat smells of smoking tar!
Oh my god! I’m a cat! Meow!
I am hungry. Please feed me now.
Based on a photo sent via email by Brat on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 08:26:03 -0700 (PDT).
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Lies.
Hate and fear.
To live is evil.
To die for love is foolish.
Lies.
Author’s note: First attempt at Oddquain poem.
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Perfect – the only one.
Not the earth, moon or sun.
Not someone with a name.
No money and no fame.
No mother or father.
No friends or brother.
Not lonely without mood.
Not hungry won’t steal food.
See, say and hear no bad.
No more fear or get mad.
A poem of ten lines with six syllables in abab pattern.
Author’s note: Based on the Biblical ten commandments.
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God
is above
all else – below.
Love is everywhere.
Ahem, people! With all the media broadcasting the nice speeches made by peace preachers, freedom loving, safety concerned and name calling citizens of the world, where are the nations of Russia and China? Shouldn’t they also be concerned for the affairs of the two towering brothers in Christ and in Muslim?
Why must they fight amongst themselves? Stop the noise and get down to business! My patience is running quite thin. Silence is golden.
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God
is One.
As above
and as below,
Love is everywhere.
The noise and chaos stop.
All that once was is now passed.
All that will be is yet unknown.
Each of us is interconnected.
Each of us is a vibration of his love.
Created a poem of ten lines with progressive syllables for each line with no set rhyme.
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fluffy wuffy wispy clouds
sniffle whipples for the crowds
embrace us majestic shrouds
I am humbled once again to share the beauty that is the form of wispy clouds. This picture was taken around 05:30PM after I arrived home from work. The direction was due west and from our backyard.
I love taking pictures of clouds like these and on this grand scale I feel quite small. My mind creates pictures out of clouds. I saw one that looked heart shape and this picture may contain a face but I am not too sure.
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Shake my majick 8 balls
and what you will find?
Many unanswered nonsense
to confuse with the sublime.
Played with an online game and didn’t like the answers received.
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I am fearful of the unknown.
I hated knowing there is fear.
I ran away from my true love.
I ran away from god – my god!
I am too naked to fight wars.
I am naked. This is the truth.
I served fear and stopped to wonder.
I served hatred and found no love.
I served others and loved myself.
I served myself and learned to live.
See no evil. Say no evil.
Hear no evil. Be no evil.
I am. We are. It’s all the same.
He said. She said. There is no blame.
P.S. Here is another poem to fill in my sleepless morning. I’ve read more articles by another teacher and wondered if I passed my tests so far. Silence is golden.
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The September event shows six fingers, which point everywhere.
The hidden truth will reveal what lingers for people who dare
to investigate sinful trails, which lead down a beaten path.
Prisoners suffer. The poor are in need. Both are given wrath.
From ‘egg-ons’ to ‘damn-scams’ to ‘libra’ and the ‘plague’, they make wars.
From above and below and upon this land, they are greedy whores.
From export to import to offshore sand, there are gateway doors.
Who will pay for the high price for one’s soul but a Bill-ionaire?
When will palmful of grease stop them from becoming too fat?
What will become of those with nowhere to go but on all fours?
Author’s note: First attempt at ‘CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme‘ poem.
This rhyme scheme took me about two hours to compose during my sleepless morning. I produced this one, once again, based on my endless research and personal experiences. I offer no subjective interpretation to this particular blog. Your guess is as good as mine.
I tried internal rhymes for the first seven lines. Composing poems this long is difficult enough as I try to ‘force’ words to make my masterpieces work. This theme came up after reading another long-head article that is too wordy for my own good or understanding.
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There is nothing left
to say except hope and pray
that we will be one someday.
There is always time
to stay together and play
with peace, love and joy each day.
There are many more
that stray beyond space and pay
the price of knowledge today.
Three more examples of haiku…
Author’s note: I couldn’t sleep so I decided to squeeze in these three stanzas. Notice the balance in each line. The first word set of internal rhymes start with the letter ‘s’; while the second word set end with the letter ‘p.’ I don’t know how I create such personal masterpieces.
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