Tag: tercet

A tercet is composed of three lines of poetry, forming a stanza or a complete poem.

  • 20100211-Feeling Sad

    Falling through the cracks.

    Failing to see the light.

    Fooling only myself.

  • 20070921-One Duality

    left, right, left, right
    dark, light, dark, light
    steppings upon a chessboard game

    down, up, down, up
    nope, yup, nope, yup
    see-saws and the children at play

    front, back, front, back
    white, black, white, black
    shaping creation through dancing

    off, on, off, on
    lose, won, lose, won
    switches between your thoughts and mine

    here, there, here, there
    round, square, round, square
    positions through quantum physics

    right, wrong, right, wrong
    weak, strong, weak, strong
    designated fate or free will

    Six poems with internal and external rhyme with last line describing event of first two lines.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070830-Old Farts

    Flush out the cooties; lewd acts for booties
    Blow out the boogers; sexual poopers
    Predators display; dirty old men gay

    Vile baddies affair; congressional lair
    Shaytanic obsessed; senators possessed
    American’s blood; presidential mud

    Flaming the vile moles; political holes
    Bringing public shame and the blaming game
    Fined with guilty plea. Resign unto me!

    Another dark, political poem (of nine lines with ten syllables and internal rhymes) regarding the recent news about Senator Larry Craig of Idaho. There are many more horror stories similar to this one that goes unnoticed by the media.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070704-Say Ah

    Open wide and please say, ‘Ah’!
    Are you agents for our ‘Ra’?
    Laugh out loud to joker, ‘Ha’!

    Lost, safe, secret, open mold
    Must we do as you are told?
    Public ‘tear-roar’ getting old

    End of day by midnight way
    Pandora’s box gone astray
    Simply chase the dead guard, grey

    Three poems of three-lined stanzas with seven syllables in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070626-Work Unfinished

    Looking for unethical ways?
    Truthful tell by working hard plays
    Noisy words of ‘do or dare’ maze

    Scrying well like crystal ball gaze
    Angled swords of biblical blaze
    Tasty roar of lioness glaze

    Two ‘lip-smacking’ poems of three-lined stanzas with eight syllables in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070621-Tiny One

    Hi! Small baby fly
    Buzzing my head like a spy
    Are you an ally?

    A very tiny poem in free-verse.

    Author’s note: The little booger was looking at me from my computer monitor and buzzing around near the vanity mirror later on that evening.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070505-Bye Budgie

    Bye bye budge of big tummy
    Around noontime of screaming pain
    Silence of white paper towel shroud

    ‘Paw’ digs soil one feet deep
    Yellow leather glove
    Green spade shovel

    Under the sun out back
    Prayers saying, winds blowing
    Tears flowings, camera taking

    For-give my death thoughts unending
    Into re-incarnation or bird heaven
    Take with you our thanks for being here
    awhile…

    A tearful poem in free-verse.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070426-Daily Diary

    Rain Tuesday morning
    Fluffy clouds waxing warning
    Afternoon with sylphs horning

    Clear Wednesday morning
    Crisp color of blue corning
    Talk of tearing eyed mourning

    Nice Thursday morning
    Sylphs dancing with wispy wing
    Cold feeling season this spring

    Three poems in 5-7-7 syllables and in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070419-Daily Diary

    20070419:
    Long whales clouds of purple, blue and gray
    Marching together by west side bay
    Bell and saucer shape with bluish say

    Clustering clouds form mountainous scene
    Stretching above the east side hills green
    After a gray morn to us unseen

    20070418:
    White fluffiness for the past few days
    Puff, fluffy clouds with gray sleepy maze
    Lightest blue skies with some sunshine rays

    One big puffy ball right overhead
    After one morning’s cold and gray spread
    Cloud puffs snoozing behind hills ahead

    20070417:
    Freezing and chilling my long black hair
    Spilling and whipping not meant to scare
    After dinner dance with ‘Mar’ beware

    20070416:
    Can’t remember if sunny or rain
    Tax time and another Monday chain
    In my realm of the boring mundane

    Six poems in nine syllables in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070401-April Days

    He arrives upon a donkey
    Waving palm trees of victory
    For freedom

    Eli, lama sabachthani
    Upon the Skull within the three
    His sad mom

    Arise for all eternity
    Standing among the Infinity
    All is calm

    Three poems in 8-8-4 syllables and with aab pattern.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070318-Write Woman

    How dare you ‘fund’-a-‘mentalist’!
    To behead us female writers!
    Must we send the fire fighters?

    Your barbarian ways have me pissed.
    Your ‘ragged’ minds are old and blind
    and leave your monkey shines behind!

    The Truth is not in naming names.
    Your ‘fat-was’ not meant to be here.
    You are NOT ALLOWED to cause fear!

    On behalf of our Mother Earth,
    please allow Her voice to be heard.
    This is my message from HIS word.

    A poem of four, three-lined stanzas of abb, cdd, eff, ghh pattern.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 19681201-Fire Ball

    She fell in the A.D. – one nine six eight
    to observe a slow life of an unknown fate –
    whose hot-headed nature is one of her trait.

    With her bad left knee and her first name’s sakes
    she verbalizes whenever it aches
    but hold backs her tears whatever it takes.

    A soul used to feel trapped inside this lab.
    The soul does live while riding this cab.
    The veil of her soul is one that keeps tab.

    The five lost balls do not normally lie.
    The eye of god is like her beloved secret spy.
    He knows everything about this lone fly.

    A poem of four, three-lined stanzas with ten syllables in monorhyme pattern.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.