By Treischel
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>~The Dance~<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
They danced in fields as yellow flowers bloom,
Still touched by gentle kiss of morning dew.
They twirled about, while spreading rich perfume.
With each spin love filled tender hearts anew.
As sparks flew in between each other's eyes,
Their touches burned with every sweet caress.
While wind was filled with soft sounds of their sighs,
He gently bent and lifted off her dress.
As early sun spawned tiny mist rainbows,
The two lay down on fragrant flowered ground.
Near babbling brook where gentle water flows,
An everlasting bond of love was found.
Now, since that day they've never been apart.
Their love remains within each other's heart.
| Author Notes |
The Dance of Love. Not far a field.
Artwork fron Microsoft ClipArt |
By Treischel
A DAE NA Jild
(I WILL NOT Yield)
On purpled path, a night of wrath,
As gods were angry in the sky.
'Twas not a night to be alone.
Rain ran on the slippery stone,
And cold seeped through the very bone.
"A DAE NA Jild"
The warrior climbed to greatest heights,
To brave the blinding flash of light.
Then, in defiance drew her sword,
To face the storm she's looking toward.
With outstretched arm, she spoke each word,
"A DAE NA Jild"
Her Scottish red is strong and firm,
She knows not such surrender term.
Adversity she's faced before.
The armor has been splashed with gore,
Her spirit reigns forevermore.
"A DAE NA Jild"
| Author Notes |
For Maureen. My prayers are with her as she fights back from surgery.
I must also give credit to Reconciled, whose poem, Bonnie Lass, inspired this one. A Dae Na Jild is Scottish for "I will not yield". Artwork from Yahoo, royalty free Art. |
By Treischel
Mystic Tableau
Mystic rhythms hum
In symphonic tune
To my beating heart's
Musical tableau,
That synchronizes
With Life's harmony.
| Author Notes |
Getting into the rhythmn.
This style of write is called a Tableau. It is 6 lines with 5 beats each and can or cannot have rhyme. The word Tableau must be a part of the title and be contained in the lines of the poem. Many thanks for the beautuful artwork, Just An Old Fashioned... by Angelheart on FanArtReview.com |
By Treischel
Ringing in My Ears
There is a ringing in my ears.
I can't get it out of my head,
There is a ringing in my ears.
The melody of life I've lead,
With all the joys and some regrets,
I can't get it out of my head.
I've had my share of life's upsets.
Still, it's been my own course I ride,
With all the joys and some regrets.
But set aside my stubborn pride,
I'm just a hound dog in my soul.
Still, it's been my own course I ride.
Chasin' tail down a rabbit hole,
There's a few scratches on my hide.
I'm just a hound dog in my soul.
My love for you has never died.
There is a ringing in my ears.
There's a few scratches on my hide.
There is a ringing in my ears.
| Author Notes |
Favorite Elvis song - Hound Dog
This poem is a Terzanelle. The Terzanelle is a 19 line form, consisting of 5 triplets (or tercets) and a concluding quatrain (four lines) with a specific rhyme scheme. Each line of the poem should be of the same metrical length. For this poem I used 8. The Rhyme scheme is ABA bCB cDC dED eFE And the ending..fAFA, where the capital letters represent lines that repeat. So the middle unrhymed line of the tercet, sets the rhyme of the next one, AND become the third line of it also. This creates a nice waterfall effect down the Poem. You conclude with a sweet echo from the first stanza. The wonderful artwork here is, My Real Live Garden Gnome by SusieM1 from FanArt Review. Thanks go to her. |
By Treischel
Love
(A Trequas Poem)
Can you see
What will be,
Sharing love
Openly?
Love is free.
Love is blind.
Love is joy.
Love is kind.
Live in peace!
Live in pride!
Live in joy!
Live in stride!
Love of life,
What we need.
Banish strife.
Spread the seed!
In each place,
Far and wide,
Need to let,
Love abide.
Some day soon,
Worldwide peace
Will join the
Human race!
| Author Notes |
At least we can Hope! Then segue to that Beatles song.
This poem is a Trequas. The latest new style format Trequas by Fanstorian Jim Lorson Sr has a quatrain of 3 syllables each line , rhyming optional and minimum 3 quatrains. The picture is from Microsoft ClipArt. |
By Treischel
Love Lites
(Modified Limerick)
Hot neon lights splash color all night,
While the stars twinkle in darkened skies,
But there's nothing more right
Or more dazzlingly bright
Than the love that sparkles in your eyes
| Author Notes |
Just a little Romance
This poem is a modified Limerick. The standard form of a limerick is a stanza of five lines, with the first, second and fifth rhyming with one another and having three feet of three syllables each (9 Syllables total); and the shorter third and fourth lines also rhyming with each other, but having only two feet of three syllables (6 Syllables total). So the syllable count is 9/9/6/6/9, and the rhyme scheme is aabba. I changed the rhyme scheme to be abaab. Sort of turned it inside out. They are often humorous, sometime dirty. I chose this one to be clean and romantic. The picture is from Microsoft ClipArt.An epoch of such epic proportions! |
By Treischel
Cosmic Intimacy
(Tuscan Strombata)
I gaze into the pure portals of your eyes,
Feel the feathery touch of soft eyelash tips,
Engulfed in sweet symphony of passion's sighs,
As I gently bend to kiss your luscious lips.
Your face presents open doorways to your soul,
While my hands caress your effervescent whole.
Your tingling tongue has taut electricity,
As we embrace in cosmic intimacy.
| Author Notes |
The eyes and lips unlock the portals of love.
This poem was inspired by Gungalo's poem,'Tis a Dream, It is a Tuscan Strombata. A Tuscan Strombata is a poem with a fixed format and rhyme scheme. The Tuscan Strombata has 4 couplets, for a total of 8 lines. It is written with 11 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is: ababccdd. This artwork is High Voltage Love by Angelheart of FanArt Review.com. Thanks you for this perfect art to match my verse. |
By Treischel
For Love
(Conjoined Rictameter Poems)
For love
I will sing songs
To you, through the night,
'Til tunes chase away any wrongs,
And raise our spirits to highest heights,
Tame any beast that comes along,
Making everything right.
Singing your songs.
For Love
I will write poems
Praising your every way.
Wide as imagination roams,
Classic charms make a bountiful buffet
To be scribed in copious tomes.
Up late, working away,
Writing you poems.
For love
I will make time
To share all of my life,
Making every moment sublime,
Cherish each remaining day with my wife.
In Love that endures a lifetime,
Through all anger and strife.
Free, making time
For Love
I will fly high
On an angel's wingtips,
As we embrace with loving sigh,
My tongue traces the curves of luscious lips,
Entranced by the gleam in your eye.
Drinking in subtle sips.
Flying so high,
For Love.
| Author Notes |
Oh Yes! For Love.
This poem was inspired by another poem written by Gungalo. Her examples of this lovely format led me to write this one. That, and the love I have for my wife. This poem is a series of four interlinked, or conjoined, Rictameter poems. CONJOINED RICTAMETER: A rhyme scheme similar to Cinquain. First line starts with a 2-syllable word, which then increases the number of syllables per line by two. 2/4/6/8/10. Then down again. 8/6/4/2. Make the final line the same two syllables you began with. So, the rhyme scheme for each Rictameter is: 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2. When writing a conjoined Rictameter such as this one, the last line of each verse becomes the first line of the next. This style poem need not rhyme. However, for this poem, I chose to rhyme it. The rhyme scheme in each of the Rictameters is: AbcbcbcbA, with the capital A, representing the line repeated identically. The rose is a universal symbol of love. I chose this photograph that I took in Lake Harriet's Rose Garden to highlight this poem. The pink clusters seemed to echo the clusters of the verse, while the pink color spoke the language of the flowers. |
By Treischel
Blue Bachelor Buttons
(A Sonnet)
Our fairest maid was so in love with him,
Her shining knight, who off to battle rode.
He carried her ribbons amongst his trim.
They traveled close to him where ere he strode
When King's battles took him across the sea,
Would she still wait forever and a day?
He'd pick a Blue Bachelor Button, just to see,
How quick the deep color would fade away.
And that each day he'd find the shade stayed true.
He'd fight with heart to make the journey end,
And one day he found the fighting finally through.
He hastened home to find true love ascend.
He found Blue Bachelor Buttons often right.
She melted into his arms at first sight.
| Author Notes |
These are Cornflowers, also known as Bachelor buttons, they are a flower that is typically blue. Folklore has it that young men would pick them to see if the color faded. If the color faded fast, his love was rejected. So, while ladies pick daisies petals to find if "He love me, he loves me not", men would pick a daily Bachelor button and wear it to see how fast it would fade. This was the basis of my tale. Cornflowers are called that because they were typically found in Farmer's fields across Europe. So Knights could easily find them.
This poem is a Sonnet, with four quatrains in abab rhyme scheme and a rhyming closing couplet. Written in 10 syllable iambic pentameter. The picture was taken by the author himself. |
By Treischel
The Dip
(Triplets)
I'll dip my toe
Where frogs may go
And dance at water's edge
The water sings
With rippled rings
As I pause upon a ledge
Within a room
Where flowers bloom
The nymphs are calling me
Shall I step in
To take a swim
Oh, dare I shuck my clothes
The water's clear
There's no one near
To witness which I chose
I do not fear
The magic here
It echoes through my soul
The mood I find
Is soft and kind
At this charming watering hole
There, on a log
I see a frog
He whispers, "Kiss me, Dear."
So, should I stay
Or run away
It is so lovely here
| Author Notes |
This lovely statue is in a pond at the Sunken Garden in the Marjorie McNealy Conservatory at Como Park Zoo in St. Paul. Minnesota. It is so delightful there, and this delicate scene spoke to me of magic and fairy tales. This poem just spilled out.
This poem is written in triplets, three lines. Triplets don't need to rhyme. For this poem I chose a rhyme scheme of: aab ccb, for every two stanzas. I wasn't precise about the meter, other than, two short with one long. I just let it flow with the thought. No punctuation intentional. This photograph was taken by the author on September 10, 2013. |
By Treischel
Dreams of Love
(Italian Madrigal)
'Midst slumber's comfort, it would seem,
I harken to a pleasant dream
With visions of a love that's true.
At morning's kiss I soon awake.
Perchance I see, it wasn't fake.
I soon resolve, 'twas truly you.
Glad tidings come in every way.
Come hither close, that I might say,
That I shall never bid adieu.
For such a love as this, I pray,
To consummate thus, every day.
'Tis glow of love provides the light
That brightens darkness of the night.
| Author Notes |
This artwork is from the Movie, Shakespeare in Love. I tried to give an Elizabethan tilt to this poem. My theme is how true love is like an unbelievable dream.
This poem is an Italian Madrigal that I was reintroduced to by Gungalo when I reviewed her poem, Open Thine Eyes. Italian Madrigal: it should be a love song written in either seven or eight-syllable lines made up of two or three triplets followed by one or two rhyming couplets. There is no set rhyme scheme for the triplets. A sample schematic: aba bcb cdc dd ee, as Gungalo used. For this one, I used a syllable count of 8 and a rhyme scheme of: aab ccb ddb ee ff. Artwork is thanks to Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Where Is this Going?
(A Double Etheree)
Why
Can't I
Touch you so?
Oh, don't you know
That I'll take you slow?
I just can't let you throw
This away ... or ... I will die!
So don't shun my love endeavor.
I Promise, you'll have love forever!
Trust me! Be assured that at least I'll try.
~~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~~
Just where do you think this is going to go?
I'm not that kind of a girl, you know.
That shouldn't be a big surprise
But when I look in your eyes
All my resistance flies.
My emotions flow.
I need you so!
I'll confess.
Oh, yes,
Yes!
| Author Notes |
Oh, the pressure!
I was introduced to this format by Gungalo when I reviewed her poem, Struck with Love. This poem is a Double Etheree. DOUBLE ETHEREE: An Etheree has 10 lines with a syllable count of 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. When double, the next stanza's syllable count is reversed 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. There is no requirement to rhyme, but I chose to do so. This is indeed a double. The picture is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
The night we met was purely happenstance.
Within a booth she quickly caught my eye,
When I shyly walked up and asked to dance.
I was broken, not looking for romance.
Her girlfriends dragged her out, not knowing why.
The night we met was purely happenstance.
The need for love gave two lost souls a chance.
Though failed before, it's not too late to try,
When I shyly walked up and asked to dance.
I desperately gave a "come on" glance,
Surprised when I found out that she'd comply.
The night we met was purely happenstance.
Elated with reply to my advance,
Across the floor our sparking bodies fly,
When I shyly walked up and asked to dance.
This month we celebrate the years gone by,
The thirty eight our joined loves signify.
The night we met was purely happenstance,
When I shyly walked up and asked to dance.
| Author Notes |
She was getting a divorce and had been locked up for weeks in her new apartment when her friends finally convinced her to come out to a nightclub with them to cheer up. He was getting a divorce too, his brother convinced him to come out and have some fun for once. They got married in November a year later. A true story. It all started with a dance where the sparks flew.
Picture is courtesy of Microsoft ClipArt. |
By Treischel
Lovely Afternoon
(Quatrains)
Come and sit on my settee.
Have a cup of tea with me.
Oh, how happy we will be,
On a lovely afternoon.
We will talk of days gone by,
When we laughed, and when we'd cry.
End our luncheon with a sigh,
On a lovely afternoon.
| Author Notes |
A cherished moment to share
Simple quatrains with a 7 syllable count and aaaB cccB rhyme scheme. The lovely picture is courtesy of Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Clinging
(Free Verse)
I cling to my love
Like a vine on the stone
Near the church
Where the wedding bells ring
We sing to the sky
As we walk hand in hand
Down the avenues
Of life's twists and turns
If it rains or it shines
Matters not to our minds
As we bask
In the glow of our love
For the dance in our hearts
Chases clouds from the sky
As we cling
Like a vine on the stone
In the strength
Of each other's arms
| Author Notes |
Our strength is in each other.
This photograph was taken by the author himself. |
By Treischel
Kissed
(A Ghazal Poem)
Flowers in morning mist were kissed.
So too, I dream my lips are kissed.
Just as the gentle dewdrops play,
They show the way one should be kissed.
Is nothing so greatly missed as this?
As when we are lovingly kissed?
For we could dream the day away,
With these sweet thoughts of being kissed.
These flower cups are dripping wet.
That's how we get, when we get kissed.
The moisture keeps on seeping through,
Just like the dew, when softly kissed.
As flower petals gently bend ,
Drops descend, where the end was kissed.
They seek the dawning sun-filled sky,
To let them dry, from getting kissed.
Consumed I am with utter bliss,
Don't want to miss as I am kissed.
| Author Notes |
Oh those kisses!
This poem is a Ghazal. The Ghazal was developed in Persia in the 10th century AD from the Arabic verse form qasida. It was brought to India with the Mogul invasion in the 12th century. The Ghazal tradition is currently practiced in Iran (Farsi), Pakistan (Urdu) and India (Urdu and Hindi). A traditional Ghazal consists of five to fifteen couplets, typically seven. A refrain (a repeated word or phrase) appears at the end of both lines of the first couplet and at the end of the second line in each succeeding couplet. In addition, one or more words before the refrain are rhymes or partial rhymes. The lines should be of approximately the same length and meter. Each couplet should be a poem in itself, like a pearl in a necklace. Ghazal's form with this layout, where "1R" represents the repeated refrain preceded by a rhyme; the other lines end with non-rhyme words, represented by "A," "B," and so on: 1R,1R - A,1R - B,1R - C,1R - D,1R ... This photograph was taken by the author himself. |
By Treischel
Scarlet Sunset
(A Rhyme Royal Poem)
As storm clouds slowly clear from sultry skies,
Such stunning grandeur still breaks my sad heart.
Since sinking suns remind me of goodbyes,
And wasted time we've spent so far apart.
Held dear each kiss when we went to depart,
Delaying final moment we both dread.
Since that time, all my days turned scarlet red.
Remember the day love began to bloom?
It was the happiest day of my life!
I popped the question in the dining room
And you consented to become my wife.
But, who could guess horizons held some strife,
Resisting the tense thrill of stealing cars,
Would keep me from life, behind prison bars.
Now I spend my days, each one like the next.
I'm locked in a room with a sink and bed.
Just thinking, "How stupid!" I feel perplexed.
Almost drowned in remorseful tears I've shed,
And worn a sunken path right where I tread,
Regretting every foolish thing I've done,
And the pain to that gal whose heart was won.
No sunset now can warm a soul bereft.
Because of wasted troth and foolish youth,
Just how could I blame her, once she left?
So, here I sit today in tiny booth
Confronted with such self-inflicted truth.
I watch through window sad skies week by week.
To find scarlet horizons very bleak.
| Author Notes |
Just a fictional story.
This poem is a Rhyme Royal. Rhyme royal (or Rime royal) is a rhyming stanza form of poetry that was introduced into English poetry by Geoffrey Chaucer. The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is: a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a tercet and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c). This allows for variety, especially when the form is used for longer narrative poems. Along with the couplet, it was the standard narrative meter in the late Middle Ages. Source: Wikipedia. This photograph was taken by the author at Lake Phalen, Minnesota, during sunset in June, 2013. |
By Treischel
Kiss This Frog
(A Blitz Poem)
Kiss a frog
Kiss a prince
Prince is charming
Prince wakes beauty
Beauty sleeping
Beauty revived
Revived and enchanted
Revived and in Love
Love at first sight
Love that is true
True to her feelings
True to her heart
Heart quickly beating
Heart that takes flight
Flight to her dreams
Flight to his arms
Arms tightly hold her
Arms open wide
Wide, willing, warm
Wide with his passion
Passion unyielding
Passion divine
Divine intercession
Divine state of bliss
Bliss as in heaven
Bliss from his lips
Lips warm and tender
Lips sweet as wine
Wine sets them reeling
Wine so intoxicating
Intoxicating sensations
Intoxicating visions
Visions of marriage
Visions of delight
Delight in two lovers
Delight that combines
Combines kindred spirits
Combines hearts entwined
Entwined in their bodies
Entwined in their minds
Minds now united
Minds thus combined
Combined by their passion
Combined forever
Forever in love
Forever once begun
Begun with a kiss
Begun with a frog
Frog
Kiss
| Author Notes |
A familiar tale told in a new format.
This is a Blitz Poem It was created by Robert Keim and is a 50-line poem of short phrases and images. "Blitz" is a German word for "lightning" that infers meaning of fast. This poem has short fast lines. Often associated with a long, fast, deep penetrating attack that the Germans used during WWII called a Blitzkrieg. So, this is a fast paced, deep penetrating poem. Here are the rules: Line 1 should be one short phrase or image (like "build a boat") Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1 (something like "build a house") Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words (so Line 3 might be "house for sale" and Line 4 might be "house for rent") Lines 5 and 6 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you've made it through 48 lines Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48 Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47 The title of the poem should be three words long. There should be no punctuation. Rhyming optional. There are a lot of rules, but it's a pretty simple and fun poem to write once you get the hang of it. Basically you write two lines, and then take the last word of the second line to start the next two, except for lines 49 and 50. This picture was taken from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
Hand in Hand
(A Villanelle)
Entwined by love, we walk joined hand in hand.
Each spirit so delighted just to touch.
Two souls united, just as God had planned.
Released to follow free our heart's command,
Elated just to be in love so much.
Entwined by love, we walk joined hand in hand.
The vicissitudes of life we will withstand
Together, with affection's ties we clutch.
Two souls united, just as God had planned.
Connected odyssey in life's quicksand,
With joy content to be each other's crutch,
Entwined by love, we walk joined hand in hand.
We don't need a reminder love is grand.
It's in our actions daily now, as such.
Two souls united, just as God had planned.
If you've been there, you'll surely understand,
A passion portrait doesn't need retouch.
Entwined by love, we walk joined hand in hand,
Two souls united, just as God had planned.
| Author Notes |
Joined together, a couple can face any diversity that life entails.
Holding hands is a wonderful expression of love and unity. It is a simple action that feels good, and is an outward expression to the world. As I walk, holding hands with my wife, it is amazing at how many comments we often get. In this poem, relating to God's plan, I deliberately made the choice of the word "had" instead of "has" to indicate that is has existed from the dawn of creation and also for the assonance in "had planned". This poem is a Villanelle. I've written some before, but was re-inspired when I reviewed one of FrannyG's Villanelle, Valentine Villanelle. A villanelle is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains (A1 and A2) and two repeating rhymes (a and b), with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. The villanelle is an example of a fixed verse form. It is structured by two repeating rhymes and two refrains: the first line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the second and fourth stanzas, and the third line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the third and fifth stanzas. The rhyme-and-refrain pattern of the villanelle can be schematized as: (A1)b(A2) ab(A1) ab(A2) ab(A1) ab(A2) ab(A1)(A2) where letters ("a" and "b") indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain ("A"), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain A1 and Refrain A2. There is no specific meter required for a Villanelle. For this poem I chose to use iambic pentameter. The artwork is courtesy of Microsoft ClipArt. |
By Treischel
The Time of our Life
We reveled in the summer sun,
And played until the day was done.
We took our pleasures, every one!
Soon, our senses seemed overrun.
So many races to be run.
So tensely coiled at starting gun!
We flew and blew past everyone.
We ran flat-out until we won!
Now, as our autumn has begun,
I recall all our former fun.
How much we had? We had a ton!
I wouldn't trade to anyone.
Old times gone bye can't be undone.
Our joys were really next to none.
| Author Notes |
A look back at younger times. There were many good times to remember and many problems overcome.
Some metaphores : Race=Problems, Summer=Early adulthood, Autumn=old age Done in sonnet format using tetrameter. The photograph of my wife in a playful mood taken in 20011. |
By Treischel
~~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~ When Love is Loosed ~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~
When love is loosed, two tender spirits soar.
Their souls are joined together as they sing
The music only lovers doth adore,
The kind that shares sweet joy real unions bring.
This love we have means everything to me.
I'm quite sure passion's kiss was meant to be.
Together we are all that we might be.
We'll feel the stellar vibes that make us soar,
And climb the cloud blown currents, you and me,
To aeries where the mountain birds all sing,
And feel what only heightened senses bring,
The pleasures of great heights we shall adore.
Our joy's a precious object to adore.
The thought of its cruel loss could never be.
Unbearable, the sadness it would bring!
The cause of it would make my anger soar,
Beyond despairing ballads people sing,
When history's pundits pause to think of me.
For model, one need only look to me.
I'm not the kind all women deign adore,
Nor be the comely knave on lips that sing
Of heroes that all the children hope to be.
With love's touch, unexpected feelings soar,
Beyond what other bliss you thought 'Twould bring.
So dear, we must assuage the fears we bring
And shed all doubts. So difficult for me!
Then on the wondrous wings of dreams we'll soar,
To place a loving couple can adore.
Ask not, whether to be, or not to be,
When bells ring as you hear yon angels sing!
Beware! No matter what past prophets sing,
We don't know what predestined fate we bring,
Across all vestiges of time, will be.
So, let your tender touch now fall on me,
To feel the sweet release that two adore,
And slowly let those inner feelings soar!
The love we bring, choir angels sing!
When two adore, our spirits soar!
For you and me were meant to be!
| Author Notes |
This poem is about love, joining two lives as one, and releasing two identities into a joined pair.
This poem is a Sestina A Sestina is a poem with a fixed repeating format, written in iambic pentameter tempo, using the same end words in six patterned sequences of stanzas, followed by an envoi of the same six words paired. For example, if you take the last word in line 1 of the first stanza and call it A; the last word of the second line and call it B; and so on...you'd have the six key words that are repeated throughout the poem, but never in the same manner. The six end-words must follow the fixed pattern. Six end-words in a given sequence ABCDEF / FAEBDC / CFDABE / ECBFAD / DEACFB / BDFECA (envoi, in this case DB-CA-EF). Usually written in iambic tetrameter, this one is written in iambic pentameter. The picture is from the author's photo collection, simply of two pigeons in flight, taken in February 2012 at Bruce Vento Regional Park in St. Paul, Minnesota. |
By Treischel
My Heart Sings
(A Monostich Poem)
Ring-a-ding-a-ling, you make my heart Sing
| Author Notes |
Well, it's true!
This is a monostitch poem. I was reminded of this simple format when I reviewed Robina1978's poem, I Seek the Right Way. Thank you Ine. A monostich poem is a poem with only one line. Now, what can you possibly do in one Line? Lets see. If you're clever you can convey a message and/or mood. This one has Onomatopoeia, inline rhyme, and alliteration (make my). It conveys joy and love. There is a touch of humor. It is written in Trochaic Pentameter. See what I mean? Onomatopoeia: Words that convey sound in their meaning. This picture is from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
The One I dream about
(A Triolet)
The one I love, I dream about.
She's the companion of my soul.
Unthinkable to do without,
The one I love, I dream about
With plans we hope to carryout,
In many ways that make us whole.
The one I love, I dream about.
She's the companion of my soul.
| Author Notes |
Even after all these years.
This poem is a Triolet A Triolet is a poem with a fixed format. This one has a syllable structure of 8 counts or tetrameter. It is a poem of only eight lines with a rhyme scheme of only two rhymes (a and b) that can be represented as follows: ABaAabAB, where the fourth and seventh lines are the same exact line as the first. The eighth line is the same exact line as the second (This is represented by the capital letters shown). So, it is very important to compose the first two lines carefully so that the entire poem flows well and is enhanced by the repeats. I am greatful for the lovely artwork, Love Knows No Years by dragifortuna of FanArt Review.com that captures enduring love perfectly. |
By Treischel
'Tis true love's smitten touch which I espound,
Elusive, yet a treasure when it's found.
For I put forth, no finer beauty lies,
Than here within thy shining love-filled eyes.
Thy soul resides within those glist'ning jewels.
I propose that those who say nay are fools.
For silent succor deep within me cries,
"Without this true love thy soul truly dies!"
But verily, with grace I find it here.
The sense of it anon, so deep, so dear,
It leaves me breathless, lost in total bliss.
I rush ahead to seal it with a kiss.
Oh time! I lock away this moment dear,
Prithee, this dream remains forever clear.
| Author Notes |
My wife and I dating, 38 years ago.
For this poem, I used an American dialectic accent in the word Propose with the accent on the first syllable. Author's Picture of a button that has made at the fair. |
By Treischel
Love From Afar
(A Monotetra Poem)
One thought that couples may agree,
That parting is such agony.
True love's return, can't wait to see.
When will it be! When will it be!
When hopeless yearning is the case,
The simple thought that I embrace,
Your presence, in most every place,
I see your face. I see your face!
Then instantly does joy accrue,
Enchanting bliss flows through and through,
Conjoined afar in hearts so true.
For I love you! For I love you!
| Author Notes |
Even in the clouds.
This poem is a Monotetra. The Monotetra is a poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables. What makes the Monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. This makes a powerful emphatic echo. The format is as follows: Line 1: 8 syllables Line 2: 8 syllables Line 3: 8 syllables Line 4: 4 syllable phrase repeated. This image is from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
The Picnic
(A Caudate Sonnet)
The residues of day that linger on,
Reflected back in fading memories,
Are filtered like the sunlight through the trees,
Results of day's activities since dawn.
Here, children often play upon the lawn
While charcoal-scented smoke flows on the breeze,
And picnics tempt for every taste to please
The hungry crowd before the food is gone.
We played some games all day by waterside,
Then swam in water cool and calm and clear.
We walked on paths that wandered through the wood,
And drank the fluid nature's grapes supplied,
While watching mother doe with baby deer.
These memories are all so very good.
Now that it's done, we stood.
We stayed upon that shore and watched sun set.
Then, sought to find what kissing might beget.
The Loons sang a duet.
Then as the orb's reflected aura glows,
We stood there head-to-head and nose-to-nose.
| Author Notes |
A picnic at the lake that ends with a romantic sunset and fond memories.
This poem is a Caudate Sonnet. A Caudate Sonnet is an expanded version of the sonnet. It consists of 14 lines in standard sonnet forms followed by a coda (Latin cauda meaning "tail", from which the name is derived). It starts with the Petrarchan sonnet and adds a three-foot tail, then adds a Heroic Couplet, then another tail, then another heroic couplet. The origin is Italian. The rhyme scheme is: abbaabba cdecde e ff f gg The tail echoes the rhyme of the previous line (thus a tail) with a 6 syllable meter. The rest of the lines are in iambic pentameter. This photograph was taken by the author himself. |
By Treischel
As We Hold Hands
(A Terzanelle)
Our love connects as we hold hands
With gentle grip that's soft and warm.
Our love connects as we hold hands.
Love linked together arm-in-arm,
As true reflection of romance,
With gentle grip that's soft and warm.
So, we belong in coupled stance,
Emotions felt and understood
As true reflection of romance.
It's everything that's real and good,
This sweet, enduring, loving touch.
Emotions felt and understood,
That say "I love you very much!"
It's in our bond that we are bound
This sweet, enduring, loving touch.
A lasting link where feeling's found,
Our love connects as we hold hands
It's in our bond that we are bound.
Our love connects as we hold hands.
| Author Notes |
A simple reflection of love.
This poem is a Terzanelle. A Terzanelle is a French repeating formatted poem that uses the three line Tercet stanza as the foundation to the form. A 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is a repeated reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next to the last stanza which appears in the quatrain. The rhyme and refrain scheme for each line is as follows: 1/A 2/B 3/A 4/b 5/C 6/B 7/c 8/D 9/C 10/d 11/E 12/D 13/e 14/F 15/E 16/f 17/A or F 18/F or A 19/A . So it takes a hop-scotch approach to rhyme and refrain. The middle line of each stanza is repeated as the third line of the next creating the interlink, until you get to the concluding quatrain as a summary envoi. This creates a complex rhyme scheme that can be defined below. The Rhyme Scheme is: a-B-A, b-C-B, c-D-C, d-E-D, e-F-E, f-A-F-A. The capital letters indicate the lines the repeat. Each line should be the same metrical length. For this poem I chose a meter of 8, or Tetrameter. This photograph is one of the author's own collection. |
By Treischel
Turn Away the Sun
(An Aubade)
Turn away the sun!
Don't let it rise!
An event's begun
That I despise.
This planet that we're on
Is bringing on the dawn.
Then when the night is done,
You'll leave me and be gone.
Oh, I really can't believe
That it's time for you to leave.
This tender heart, I now perceive,
A parting pain I can't relieve.
Such separation brings me sorrow
As I await a new tomorrow.
| Author Notes |
If I could, I would make the night last forever.
This poem is an Aubade. An Aubade is a poem about parting in the morning. There is no specified format other than to convey the essence of the moment. The purpose of an Aubade is to convey the emotion of separation. An Aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. It has also been defined as "a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak". In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.Aubades are generally conflated with what are strictly called albas, which are exemplified by a dialogue between parting lovers, a refrain with the word alba, and a watchman warning the lovers of the approaching dawn. Aubades were in the repertory of troubadours in Europe in the Middle Ages. The love poetry of the 16th century dealt mostly with unsatisfied love, so the aubade was not a major genre in Elizabethan lyric. Aubades were written from time to time into the 18th and 19th century. In the 20th century, the focus of the aubade shifted from the genre's original specialized courtly love context into the more abstract theme of a human parting at daybreak. For this poem a chose a progressive meter that ranges from 4 syllables to 9. The meter was: 5,4,5,4 6,6,6,6 7,7,8,8 99 The rhyme scheme was: ABAB CCCC DDDD EE The picture is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
No Surprise
(Modified Octogram)
When I look into her sweet eyes
There's no surprise,
Because that's when I realize
That look's for me.
Transported to a place of bliss,
A loving face that needs a kiss
Waiting all the time, patiently.
There's no surprise!
To taste those lips and hear her sighs,
There's no surprise!
A lasting gift, when love applies,
Given freely,
Responding to familiar bonds
In the sweetest ways she responds,
Given and offered totally,
There's no surprise!
There's Just Love.
| Author Notes |
For Valentines Day!
You can always read it in her eyes. I wrote two Romances today. I put the other one in the contest. Hope I chose the right one. This poem is a modified Octogram. The Octogram is a style of poetry invented by Fanstorian Sally Yocom (S.Yocom). It consists of two stanzas of eight lines each, with a very specific syllable count and rhyme scheme. Syllable count is 84848884, repeat on second stanza. Rhyme scheme: aBabccbB ababddbB, where B represents same text repeated. No more than 16 lines This one is modified because I changed the rhyme scheme to: aAabccbA aAabddbA where A represents the repeated text. This picture came from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
The path is bent
Where I went
This man proposes
Among the roses
With pretty pleas
Down on my knees
In early Spring
I proffered ring
Near flower bed
The words I said
So fine,
"Be mine."
Then unabated
I patiently waited.
I knelt there
Hand in air
To hear the word
I wanted heard
The sweet caress
Of whispered "Yes!"
| Author Notes |
A romantic spot is a perfect place to make a wedding proposal. This one at Como Park near the Frog Pond has seen many.
This poem is a Skin Deep Poem. I was challenged to write one by Ritchie, 9999pool. The format "SkinDeep" is developed by Fanstorian 'amada'. The 'skin' is the short form for 'skinny' meaning a very lean poem with 2- 4 syllables per line in couplets in any style. The requirement of EACH couplet is: 1) The first line makes a statement in a short (Skinny) line 2) The second line gives depth ('Deep') to complete the couplet 3) The poem can be written in any style Hence the name, "SkinDeep" This photograph was taken by the author himself. |
By Treischel
My love, such joy I find in thee each day.
It lingers on my lips each time we kiss.
I feel it as you please me every way.
I must be dreaming passion such as this
That sends me into spasms of pure bliss,
A fuel upon the fires of desire,
That burns so hot a lover can't dismiss
The smoking tendrils drifting ever higher
To reach love's levels, where we both aspire,
Amongst the cosmic clouds to sweetly drift,
While serenaded by angelic choir.
You're nothing short of God's most perfect gift.
Oh heaven, hear my prayer where I implore,
This love we have will last forever more.
| Author Notes |
Even after all these years.
This is a Spenserian Sonnet. The rhyme scheme is therefore: ababcbcbcdcd ee It is in iambic pentameter, but I have used the feminine form on some mated lines. |
By Treischel
A little birdy told me
That I'd found my special one.
In its lovely melody,
New realization was begun.
I thought I'd given up, when
A little birdy told me
I'd find happiness again
In her personality.
Now, true love has set me free!
I'm so grateful that I heard.
A little birdy told me
That resistance was absurd.
Today she is my missus.
We've been married happily.
Reminded with her kisses,
A little birdy told me.
| Author Notes |
You never know. Glad I listened.
A Quatern with 7 syllable meter. Author's photograph. |
By Treischel
I look into your loving eyes
and see the light.
I realize a sweet surprise.
They shine so bright,
consuming all reality.
I'm blinded when they look at me,
by love, true love, so right,
and see the light.
I'm stripped of all my alibis',
and see the light.
There is no further compromise,
just black and white,
that's wrapped within this warm caress.
So darling, here's my answer -- "Yes!"
You've made me feel such sure delight,
AND see the light.
| Author Notes |
why hesitite. Follow your heart.
|
By Treischel
I found a letter
at
the bottom of her trash
It seemed to
apologize
So
broken hearted
It brought
tear
drops
to my eyes
I found a letter
at
the bottom of her trash
With one word written
across
the face
GOODBYE
| Author Notes |
Just a poem. Pure fiction.
Free style is Free Verse with a touch of rhyme. This image was created by the author. |
By Treischel
| Author Notes |
If I only had learned sooner.
Author's Photograph. |
By Treischel
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I place my trust
in the one
I love
as she means
the world
to me
My heart is touched
by her
graciousness
and the tenderness
I see
Let's meet tonight
in our favorite
place
where the world
is wild
and free
we'll dance all night
on the silvered
strings
of the moonlight's
golden rays
and lie within
nature's sweet
carress
'Til the sun
brings forth
the day.
| Author Notes |
A Free Style poem is a Freed Verse poem with no set structure and occasional rhyme.
Author's photo. |
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