Month: October 2022
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Kouta Notes
Originally posted on Jezzie G: The Kouta is mentioned in Robin Skelton’s The Shapes of Our Singing. It is said to be a traditional song of the geisha. Skelton gives two variants of the Kouta. Kouta 1 is a quatrain with syllabic lines given as 7575 Kouta 2 is also a quatrain but the lines…
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Myriad of Words
In streets of harmony this poet strays, observing desire where her passion plays, in muted words reflecting bygone days, this unknown woman holds my wanting gaze. In rambling dreams that waking can’t erase, I’m touched by love to softly sing her praise, and echo longings of the tribade ways.
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Scent of Summer
The scent of summer lingers in the air, sweet jasmine, honeysuckle ev’rywhere, I close my eyes to see her standing there, sweet memories recall the taste of wine.
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Catch the Wind
In fields of viridity blessed by love, where poets claim to dwell in worlds above I dream of her; her templed womanhood amid the fragrant spice of incense wood.
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Dulcet Kisses
I long to see the rouge that blushed her cheek to know my love is strong and never meek. Oh let me gaze upon her lovely face and feel the tender touch within her grace
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Refrained Sonnet Notes
Originally posted on Jezzie G: Created by: Lisa MorrisStructure: Three quatrains and a coupletMeter: Decasyllabic or pentameterRhyme Scheme: abba cbbc dbbd bbAdditional Notes: The first four syllables of line one, are repeated in lines 5 and 9.The fourth syllable of the refrain establishes the b-rhyme Example I Did Not Go by Lisa Morris I did…
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Italian Octave Notes
Originally posted on Jezzie G: The Italian Octave is not as popular but has similar origins to the Haiku, in that originally they were both openings to longer pieces of poetry, The Italian Octave originated as the opening of the 14-line Petrarchan Sonnet and was followed by a 6-line sestet. Each stanza consists of 8…
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A Rose Exposed
A fragrant dream concealed my petalled bloom unanswered questions hid beneath the skin the truth behind a surreptitious grin as crystal eyes reflect the nights of gloom. My heart of stone, a lonely barren tomb encased by lies of faith and worldly sin until I found the strength to let her in to see within…
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White-gloved Hands
How many years are lost in wistful sighs? The white-gloved hands that turn the page of lies, a finger points towards a silent heart where words of love, at last, they can impart.
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A ‘Sonnet’ for a Modern Man
A ‘Sonnet’ for a Modern ManEnglish Sonnet He’s Mr. 21stC manwho likes poems to read in high tech spielin words evolving from an ancient landold fashioned ways like mine are just unreal. In that case meter is also old hatand I should write in the new age txt spklet the rhyme be slant and make…