A sestet is the name given to the second division of an Italian sonnet (as opposed to an English or Spenserian Sonnet), which must consist of an octave, of eight lines, succeeded by a sestet, of six lines.
Zapping my CB, a clear blue day
Ten to eleven, a feeling of heaven
A little dizzy, a bit buzzy
Spirit highs to reach the skies
As dark colored birds encircled
Merrily above the clearing effects
A short poem about how I finally experimented by applying the Zapper Z4e (via a DB site) at the base of the CB created by Sensei/Josh back in May 2006.
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Right shoulder is shot from sleeping a lot.
Rusty hinges pop, snap, crackle and flop
Lifeless. With tingling, angered nerves mingling
To deck my clenched jaws with its unseen laws —
To attack my neck and leaving a wreck —
An energy drain from overwork sprain.
Gave them my right arm with credit card charm
As their right hand fan of Dark masters’ clan
From the beginning of my birth spinning
To carry the weight with angelic trait
Shots through the heart as trusted friends part
Their separate ways towards better days
Author’s note: A poem (of two, six-lined stanzas with ten syllables with internal and external rhymes per lines) about being tired from cleaning the windows and blinds on Sun. 9/23/07 and Mon. 09/24/07 – inside and out and about sick from waiting patiently — for nothing! Reminded me of having profound weakness of whole arm last year, too.
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Oh, Atlanteans
Ancient Atlantis
Reincarnated
Many times over
Eight hundred thousand
Years after the fall
By crystal gurus
Powerfully advanced
Quite knowledgeable
Ill-will, malice – none
Truly arrogant!
Boosting turns them blue
A poem of two, six-lined stanzas with five syllables in free-verse.
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With my newest computer craze
During the first Microsoft days
Articles of online glancing
To navigate internet maze
And search engines of word and phrase
Particles of pixels dancing
About spinal kundalini
Expected to rub oil lamp genie
Golden needle, chant mantra spell
Eyes closed tightly, concentrate well
Like a newbie, felt quite teeny
Wasn’t afraid, tad bit weenie
Count back to ten, breathing steady
Nothing happened but was ready
From crown chakra, like lightening bolt
Down to my spine, electric jolt
Eyes flew open, calm but heady
Scared, stopped, no save — wanted my teddy!
A poem (of three, six-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabbaa pattern) about experimenting with meditation one day from over twenty years ago — hum.
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Remove all layers of itchy clothings and protective rubber shoes
that we may be well grounded
to roll around in clay and mud as children at play,
wiggle our bare toes among the green grasses,
walk bare feet along the salty shores and
celebrate our naked heritage – wee!
Remove all old programming of opinions and prejudices
that we may be cleared minded
to breathe the fresh outdoor air,
fill our lungs with fragrant flowers,
oxygenate our memories of pine needled forest and
exhale the precious scent left by skunks – bad boy!
Remove all traces of sludge and matter
that we may be baptized
to drink fresh clean water,
flush our systems of any toxins,
shower our current five senses with hot and cold and
swim far away from the babbling brooks of noise – hum!
Remove all attachments of wants and needs
that we may be renewed
to warm our old bones by the fire,
unify the true nature of Darkness – the vessel of the Light,
tan our hides under colorful rays of the Sun and
fill once again our hollow shells with Love – ah!
First attempt at combining poem and prose (hence prosetry?) with of four, six-lined stanzas in free-verse with four elemental examples. Tried running the sentences together but that looked too jumbled and hard to read — yup.
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A certified letter today
Shows what current balance to pay
Within ten (10) days have yet to owe
From economic hardship flow!
Raise the levy, late penalty
Interest charges — none for free!
Nothing real or personal
Seize to collect from this poor gal!
Nothing old, borrowed or blue
Transparency of legal sue
Nothing owned but one paid-off car
Wishing away the jailhouse bar
A shiny knight to save her days
And brotherhood to whom she prays.
With helping hand to lift her up
And other good to fill her cup
A special guy with her in mind —
A robin hood among her kind.
Another ‘last minute collection’ of three, six-lined stanzas with seven syllables. Blah!
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Oh, the pain! Please let me go!
By the twisting of my arms
And plastics around my wrists
Choking blood to my hands
Hardworking to earn a life
Now dead weights and shriveled off
Oh, the pain! Please get off me!
By the monkey on my back
And long fangs into my flesh
Sucking upon my life force
Whipping hard by master’s stick
Now broken beyond repair
Oh, the price: blood, sweat and tears!
By the power of G-d’s grace
His small electronic cards
Savings beyond nil, nada
Waiting game – a hide and seek
Now temporarily free
A ‘last minute collection’ of three, six-lined stanzas with seven syllables.
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An etch in time, a cut not deep
While in her prime, no tears to weep
A photo glass in her left palm
Slicing a pass, regarded calm
Bad reflection, bad attitude
No infection, my gratitude
A sestet poem with eight syllable and about my cut from the glass a photo frame while attempting to wash away the fingerprint smudges with soap and water. Oooo! Ouch!
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Rat-tat-tat-tat, recruited chat
Financial burst, disbursement debt
Tip of their hat, commuted fat
Business and farm, interest harm
Rat-tat-tat-tat, domino splat
Masonic Bush and Libby’s Tush
A political poem on the abomination about secrecy of six-lined stanza with internal and external rhymes. Harrrssshhh…
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Everything is a blur.
Memories fading, err.
Still photos unmoving.
Smiles always unending.
I remember me too.
Under the blue moon view.
A sleepy poem about pictures of full-moons and of six-lined stanza in six syllables and three monorhyme.
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My watchers continue to follow me.
I drive down the roads and what do I see?
Upon my arrival, right blinker with glee —
A red sedan takes off as if to flee!
Then De La Cruz Blvd. – traffic sea:-
A ‘PG & E’ blue truck takes off – wee!
Another watchful poem of six-lined stanza with ten syllables in monorhyme.
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I exist that is all you need to know.
My thoughts travel as the winds blow.
Writer’s block is my only foe.
Devine inspirations bestow
Like falling snow, Upon my brow
With Truth aglow, By Love’s hello.
A sestet poem with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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