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"My Book of Poems 2010-2017"


Prologue
The Dark

By Mustang Patty

Darkness
Overcomes me
My heart is filled with dread
Little comfort, no end in sight
Is it too much to ask for just some light?
Clouds came in blocking the bright sun
Cold heart filled with sadness
Alone in the
Darkness

Author Notes THE RICTAMETER POEM FORM

A rictameter has 9 lines with a syllable count of 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2 with the last line's word/s identical to the first line (Rhyming not needed)


Chapter 1
And so I stay

By Mustang Patty

The outside world is scary
Is it a wonder
I stay in?

Author Notes One of the many poets on the site explained this format in their author's notes. I thought I would try my hand at it. I'm determined to try as many different poetic forms until I find the one I excel in.

QUINZAINE
7-5-3 syllable count with...

Line one: start a statement
Line two: begin a question
Line three: end question


Chapter 2
Everything is fine

By Mustang Patty

Laying against your chest
I hear the thump of your heart
 
I lie here in your arms
Wishing never to part
 
A love so deep and precious
Right from the start
 
I didn't see it coming
I laughed at your first words
But you and your cunning
Brought the bees and the birds
 
My heart I've given to you
No fears or trepidation
In the past, I would stew
Afraid of damnation
 
Your heart is still thumping
It beats in time with mine
Let's lay here till morning
Everything is fine

Author Notes just a free verse poem for my hubby


Chapter 3
Alone

By Mustang Patty

I hate being alone
I hate feeling sad
Not sure whether
To be grumpy or mad
 
Traveling for work
Is not to be denied
If he only he knew
How much I've cried
 
Filling my days with writing
Reading by night
Honing my craft
And losing my sight
 
Nightmares come often
Fear in my heart
No one to soften
The real scary part
 
My life is so lonely
When he's out on the road
He'll come home soon
And lighten the load

Author Notes Ah, my husband had to travel for work this week, and all of the fears of being abandoned rear their ugly heads. I'm holding on by working on my writing, and reading and reviewing. Thanks for listening.
~patty~


Chapter 4
Prayers for Gregory

By Mustang Patty

He's still my little boy
Though he lives far away
He's grown into a man
Gone from where I stay
 
Once a source of joy
My youngest son
Thought drugs were a toy
And now they've won
 
I can't let him come home
Don't enable him they say
So the streets he does roam
Living day by day
 
Prayers for recovery
So once again he'll be
Happy and healthy
And home with me
 

Author Notes This poem is based in truth. My son, Gregory, is addicted to crystal meth. He moved to Minneapolis about two years ago. Since he left, he has only come to visit for about 4 days. In that time, I was horrified at the extent of his addiction. Everyone has told me I can't enable the disease, so all I can do is pray.

Thank you, Renate-Bertodi for the use of your artwork, 'Distress'


Chapter 5
All of my Tears

By Mustang Patty

All of my tears,
I can't keep at bay,
All of my fears,
They won't go away.

Too many beers,
I could not say,
With your peers,
You wanted to stay.

The world is a cold place,
My heart won't mend
You lost your race,
Your life at its end.

If only I'd begged you,
If only you'd stayed,
The drink stole you from me,
I'll now live alone,
Never to hold you,
Or make you my own,

You'll live in my heart,
Body and soul,
Tho you don't deserve
My life as a whole.


Chapter 6
The Three Crosses

By Mustang Patty


A thief
was he
Sentenced for wicked crimes he committed
taunted the Christ to save him
he hung
to die
for hours
 
 
His hands
His feet
pierced for man's many wicked sins
He died, he rose, he won
no sin
no crime
had He
 
 
A thief
he was
but in the Christ, he believed
taken to sweet Paradise that day
his sin
wiped clean
with Love
 

Author Notes Matthew 27:38 ~ "Then two robbers were crucified with Him, one on the right, and another on the left."

Trinet Poetry
Line 1 - 2 words
Line 2 - 2 words
Line 3 - 6 words
Line 4 - 6 words
Line 5 - 2 words
Line 6 - 2 words
Line 7 - 2 words

Repeat this pattern 2 more times, for a total of three stanzas, if centered correctly it looks like three crosses.


Chapter 7
This Little Pup of Mine

By Mustang Patty

He isn't much to look at,
But his face just makes my day.

His prancing feet,
Make it clear he wants to play.

Always at my side,
In sunshine and at night,
He lets me know things are okay,
And it will be alright.

As I write this poem about him,
He lays upon my feet,
He looks up with big brown eyes,
A face that is so sweet.

What would I do without him?
I really couldn't say.

He isn't much to look at,
But his face just makes my day.


Author Notes Both of my dogs keep me company during the days and nights. My husband works long hours and I don't know what I would do without them. This poem is about my younger dog, Bernie. He has the sweetest disposition, and brings me a great deal of joy.


Chapter 8
Vacuous Life

By Mustang Patty

My empty house surrounds me,
Only voices from the television fill my day,
The people in my life have all gone away.

The husband left two years ago,
Taking half of everything material,
And the little bit of human touch
Extinguished along with the light of Love.

Kids grew up and started their own lives,
Finding themselves husbands and wives.
A text, an email or short call,
Is what I hear from all.

Will anyone mourn my passing?
Will I be missed when I'm gone?
Loneliness surrounds me from dawn until dawn.

Author Notes Reflections of a lonely life


Chapter 9
His arms

By Mustang Patty

Alarm clock rings,
Too early, sleep fades,
A hug and a kiss,
'Good morning.'
 
Coffee's on,
The day's begun
Too early,
Even for the sun,
 
Off to work he goes,
My day is full,
Reading, writing, and court shows.
 
Twelve long hours,
'Tween morning and night,
His welcome is quite a sight.
 
The dogs bark a welcome,
I give him a hug
I've been lonesome,
But for now, I'm snug
In his arms for the night,
My heart takes flight

Author Notes This is just some free verse that came to mind as my husband left for work this morning. I took quite a bit of liberty with my words - just experimenting. The picture is from about 17 years ago, when his beard still had some black, and my hair didn't have silver


Chapter 10
Cherita

By Mustang Patty

With each step, He is right by my side.
 
With Christ in my life,
I live free of strife.
 
He called me to be a bride,
He gave me the role of mother and wife,
I live because He died.
 

Author Notes The Cherita was created by ai li in 1997 and means "story" in Malay. It is presented without a title, and has a single line, a couplet and a tercet.

Couplet-A 2-line rhyming stanza in any meter.

Tercet- A 3-line stanza of any meter, rhyming aaa/aba. Semantically linked, often a complete statement.


Chapter 11
Right by my side

By Mustang Patty

Dogs
They love
They're loyal
Beloved friends
Safe

Author Notes A lanterne is a cinquain form of poetry, in which the first line has one syllable and each subsequent line increases in length by one syllable, except for the final line that concludes the poem with one syllable. Its name derives from the lantern shape that appears when the poem is aligned to the center of the page. Each line of the lanterne is able to stand on its own, and while the poem may or may not be given a title, the title of a lanterne sometimes functions as an integral part of the poem, working as a 'sixth' line.
Cinquain is a class of poetic forms that employ a 5-line pattern. Earlier used to describe any five-line form, it now refers to one of several forms that are defined by specific rules and guidelines.


Chapter 12
My son, my friend

By Mustang Patty

My beloved son
Through time our two souls have flown
For all time, we're joined


Chapter 13
Has it really only been 60 days?

By Mustang Patty

a lion roared in
executive orders flew
health care stopped him dead


Chapter 14
Harry Chapin

By Mustang Patty

A poet
A song writer
 
A good friend
Weaver of tales
 
A Taxi
Last sequel told
 

You lived to end world hunger
_______________________


The great story teller
You strummed your guitar to life's trials
'A Better Place to Be' still brings tears to my eyes
Though I know I've played it at least a million times
 
Your work for ending World Hunger
The fundraiser concerts
You played everywhere
Gave your fans your unique sound
 
Your death turned my world upside down
We met only once
But the effect was profound
 
You let me know I had to write
You let me know my voice needed to be heard
You let me know of my value
So I took my flight like a bird
 
I still miss you, Harry
Your book of poetry sits prominently on my shelf
You made me a better woman
You made me love myself

 

Author Notes A singer/songwriter and activist for many charitable causes, especially in the realm of ending world hunger, Harry Chapin never let the often-lukewarm reviews of his music-making abilities phase him and because of his strong folksy persona, the fans he made stuck by him throughout his career and continue to this day. Born December 7, 1942, in New York's Greenwich Village the son of a big-band drummer, Harry's musical influence took hold at an early age. He took up trumpet playing originally but switched to strumming a guitar later and joined his younger brothers, Tom Chapin and Steve Chapin, in a homegrown musical act that was well received in the folk era of the 1960s. After a short stint in the Air Force Academy and studying architecture and later philosophy, at Cornell University, Harry tried his hand at film-making and found himself to be quite good at it, directing an academy award-nominated film about boxing heavyweights, Legendary Champions (1968). In the '70's, Harry joined Electra Records and produced several albums capitalizing on his story-telling abilities, resulting in his first major hit, "Taxi", which was one of the longest songs played on radio up until that time. He also found the time to produce several Broadway show and write songs for his brother Tom's children's TV series, '"Make a Wish' (1970)'". Other recordings followed, such as the hits "Cat's in the Cradle" and "W.O.L.D". As Harry decided to put his fame to work, establishing himself as an activist for charitable causes as well as supporting self-sufficiency, he convinced President Jimmy Carter to create a Hunger Commission exploring ways to eliminate world hunger. His own organization, "World Hunger Year", formed with Bill Ayres, strenuously fought the good fight with Harry and his band performing virtually every other concert solely for the causes he espoused. In 1981, while on the way to another benefit, Harry's life was tragically ended in an automobile accident on the Long Island expressway.
- IMDb Mini Biography By: keathgraham@yahoo.com

I attended one of Harry's concerts on March 16, 1981. It was just four months before he died in a car accident. As he played that night, I felt a deep connection with the words in his music. Most of his songs were written in rhyme, and I loved his phrasing. It could be that it was because I was sitting in the front row, but I felt like he was singing to me. This concert, like most, was a fundraiser, and I went out afterwards to buy his poetry book and a t-shirt.

Harry was greeting folks and signing the poetry books. When I gave him my book for a signature, he grabbed me for a quick kiss. When he saw my first husband scowling at him, he kissed me deeper and chuckled as our embrace ended.

Harry's songs had a major impact on me. Within two months after his death, I left my controlling and abusive husband. Following the words of a 'Better Place to Be,' I knew there was more to life than what I was dealing with. I never looked back.

The music of Harry Chapin has filled the rooms of my house for over thirty-six years. I listen to many artists, but there are only a few that I know every lyric by heart. I so look forward to that big concert that waits for me in Paradise.

The poetry I chose to honor Harry is comprised of a Whitney and an Ode.
The Whitney Poetic Form is also known as an American Asian Poem. This is a syllabic form, created by Betty Ann Whitney. It has exactly seven lines. Syllable pattern: 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7 and no rhyme is required but acceptable if desired.
A Whitney is written as follows
The first line has three syllables
The second line has four syllables
The third line has three syllables
The fourth line has four syllables
The fifth line has three syllables
The sixth line has four syllables
The seventh line has seven syllables

Ode
An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.
NS: there are no prescribed meter, form or rhyme requirements.


Chapter 15
Nightly Chatter

By Mustang Patty

How are you doing?
Did you think of me today?
Is our love in a good place?
Here is my paycheck
I thought of you once or twice
Oh, are we on that again?
 
 

Author Notes (A new format for me, so please be gentle. I will appreciate any help you want to give me.)
I chose to write a sedoka about the exchange between lovers, using the 5-7-7 format.

When paired together, multiple katautas act as a question and answer conversation between lovers to form sedoka. If the concept of sedoka sounds familiar, it's similar to somonka, in which 2 tankas are written as love letters.

The katauta is a Japanese poetic form that is considered an incomplete or half-poem. It's a 3-liner that follows either 5-7-5 or more commonly 5-7-7 syllables per line. Sounds like a haiku or senryu, right? But this poem is specifically addressed to a lover.


Chapter 16
Solitary

By Mustang Patty

Stuck on this couch alone,
Sitting, waiting, for what?
Silence surrounds the room.
Sanity held onto --
Simply walk to the door.
Suppose for a moment,
Serenity awaits.

 

Author Notes Thank you Liilia for the lovely artwork, 'Evening in the City.'

I struggled over this form. I wanted to portray the loneliness self imposed by the shut-in.

Pleiades Poem: A seven line poem of six syllables per line, each line begins with the same letter as the one word title. This titled form was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine's Lead Editor. Only one word is allowed in the title followed by a single seven-line stanza. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. Hortensia Anderson, a popular haiku and tanka poet, added her own requirement of restricting the line length to six syllables. Doesn't need to rhyme.


Chapter 17
Down the Rabbit Hole

By Mustang Patty



Darkness

Surrounding me

Spiraling to the depths

Pulling me way down  till there is

Nothing


 

Author Notes thanks to liillia for use of this picture

The Cinquainis a class of poetic forms that employ a 5-line pattern. Earlier used to describe any five-line form, it now refers to one of several forms that are defined by specific rules and guidelines. I would rather reserve the name Cinquain for the unrhymed verse (2-4-6-8-2 with a substantive title) that Adelaide Crapsey created in 1915.


Chapter 18
Rainy Monchielle

By Mustang Patty



 photo July20320Picture20this_zpsqamwyr3m.jpg
 
Cold rain runs down the streets
I need my umbrella
Water on ev'ry lash
I just want to get home
Cars rush by with a splash.
 
Cold rain runs down the streets,
How long will this go on?
It's hard for me to see,
Shoes in freezing water
Why's this hap'ning to me?
 
Cold rain runs down the streets
It's just a few more blocks
These shoes I'll have to toss
My building is in sight
But, soon, I'll hit the sauce
 
Cold rain runs down the streets
I don't need Noah's ark
I'm to my door at last
Blasted winter weather
Time for heat on full blast

Author Notes The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in each verse. Each line within the stanzas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme. The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.

The Monchielle form was created by Jim T. Henriksen.

Rainy Day_BingArtwork


Chapter 19
A Katauta for the Doubter

By Mustang Patty

Why do you love me?
I am so unlovable
What can you possibly see?

 

Your soul speaks to mine
Our kindred spirits entwine
You are my everything
 
How can you see that?
Do you know the depths of me?
I am unworthy of you

 
No, my dear sweet love
Your very presence fulfills
All my desires and wants
 
So, I am the one?
Your true one and only love?
You'll stay with me forever?

 
I'm right here for you
I will not leave until called
By Him, who gave you to me.

Author Notes thanks to GaliaG for the use of this artwork which finished off the poem

The katauta is a Japanese poetic form that is actually considered an incomplete or half-poem. It's a 3-liner that follows either 5-7-5 or more commonly 5-7-7 syllables per line. Sounds like a haiku or senryu, right? But this poem is specifically addressed to a lover.
When paired together, multiple katautas act as a question and answer conversation between lovers to form sedoka. If the concept of sedoka sounds familiar, it's similar to somonka, in which 2 tankas are written as love letters.


Chapter 20
Suave and Debonair

By Mustang Patty

Ape
Aloof
Debonair
He looks so suave,
Using a discarded gourd for a hat.

Author Notes I decided to kill two birds with one stone and use this poem for the 'picture this' challenge AND a contest. Turns out that's against the rules, so I took their picture down, and added one from google images.

This was just a fun little poem about one of my favorite animals to see at the zoo


Chapter 21
Best Friend and Lover

By Mustang Patty

A wonderful man
     Full of fun
     We share so much love

Author Notes photo of my husband while he was talking to our daughter on Father's Day

LUNE POETRY FORM

Lune is a simple and fun form of poetry to write. The poem is a 13 syllable self- contained poem that has 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second line and 5 syllables in the final line. Rhymes are fine but not required. Any subject can be used.
The Lune form (5-3-5) was invented by poet Robert Kelly, as a concise form of American haiku more consistent with the succinct style of the Japanese masters; but, unlike haiku, it has no rules beyond the syllables.

Kelly, who teaches at Bard College, never explained the title. Many have speculated that when left-justified it refers to the crescent shape of the moon. Others have suggested the title refers to the thirteen lunar months, since the poem has thirteen syllables, but these are merely speculations.

Many Lunes are "centered" creating an hour glass shape of two crescent moons, but it all depends on the syllables.

I am so lucky to have this man in my life. We share so much and live our lives in love, joy, and a companionship I will treasure til the day I die


Chapter 22
Family

By Mustang Patty

the family always comes first,
so much love, one can almost burst,
siblings as far as eye can see,
rivalry rears its ugly head;
someone wishes the other dead
"Do they love you as much as me?
"I'll keep you safe; I'll keep you warm,
"To my requests, you will conform."
A mother's love is never free.

Author Notes thank you VMargarite for the use of your photo.

Nove Otto Poem
Write a poem with only nine lines. Each line must have 8 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.


Chapter 23
What will I write today?

By Mustang Patty

Blinking cursor on a vast white page,
Waiting for a letter, a word, a sentence.
How will I fill the gaping void?
Will it be a poem or a story?
Will it be truth or fiction?
 
What will I write today?
 
My mind is full of locutions
How can I express them best?
Do I string them together?
To tell a simple tale?
Do I write about puppy dog tails?
And Kitty growls?
 
What will I write today?
 
A story is forming;
A kernel of a plot,
A glimpse of a character.
Where shall it happen?
What will be said?
Will it be happy?
Or a story of dread?
 
What will I write today?

Author Notes ...just some thoughts about writing and my process. What will I write today?


Chapter 24
Lovin' from Howie

By Mustang Patty

He is my buddy,
At my feet or in my bed,
He shows me his love.


Chapter 25
Love's Ampeletum

By Mustang Patty

Love for you never ends,
You are the one for me.
For weeks, I prayed for you,
what in me, do you see?
 
Is our love meant to be?
I ask that every day.
Will you stay with me now?
I've never felt this way.
 
Your love fills every need,
You fit me like a glove,
You make me feel so new,
You were sent from above.
 
Love for you never ends,
In front of you, I bow
You have the sweetest smile,
I am so happy now.

Author Notes I originally found this poetic format on FanStory back in 2011.

The Ampeletum is a poem of four quatrains created by a former fanstorian, Jejo. Each line consists of 6 syllables, with no required meter. The rhyme scheme is Abcb bded fgcg Aehe. The capital A means that this first line of the poem is repeated as the first line of the final stanza. Also note that lines B,C and E have rhyming sounds that are repeated in later stanzas.


Chapter 26
Ease the Pain

By Mustang Patty

How
on earth
can one live
with loved-one's pain?
From his very birth
true love has flowed like rain,
but now is the time to give
understanding, true grace, real space.
Fill their need, not the one in your head.
Will it be enough? Can it really help?
Only real love can fill the huge void they feel,
set a beautiful table and serve them this meal.

Author Notes Thank you Bunkie for the beautiful artwork.

The Duodec-liner poem (duodec = prefix meaning ?twelve-?) is a twelve-liner.

As in the Etheree poem, the first line is a one-syllable word, the second line has two syllables, the third has three, and so forth, concluding with a twelve-syllable line.

Unlike the Etheree, the Duodecliner must express an opinion or pose a question, and include at least six lines that end in a rhyme. The last two lines comment on the opinion, or answer the question.


Chapter 27
True Happiness

By Mustang Patty

What will bring us true happiness?
Is it the sweet caress of love?
Or could it be a simple song
Sent to us from heaven above?
 
A question for the test of time
What will bring us true happiness?
Does it need to fulfill our wants?
Should we ever settle for less?
 
What about our deepest desire?
Will its fulfillment do the trick?
What will bring us true happiness?
In its pursuit, can we get sick?
 
Is this one of life's mysteries?
Is finding it a big success?
Will failure crush our very soul?
What will bring us true happiness?

Author Notes A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.

Line 1
Line 2
Line 3
Line 4

Line 5
Line 6 (repeat line 1)
Line 7
Line 8

Line 9
Line 10
Line 11 (repeat line 1)
Line 12

Line 13
Line 14
Line 15
Line 16 (repeat line 1)


Chapter 28
Over one thing

By Mustang Patty

This big world can be a scary place
Feels better to look at your face
Still standing on principle
I'm numb and unafraid
Tho' I wish you'd stayed
Can’t you come back?
Give me just
One more
chance?

Author Notes Thank you IrisMoonBeauty for your lovely artwork.

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with just one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable


Chapter 29
Lune to the Dogs

By Mustang Patty

Puppy love is fun
Great big hearts
Giving forever

Author Notes ...the dogs just had to say hello

A Lune is a simple, fun form of poetry to write. The poem is a 13 syllable self-contained poem that has 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second line and 5 syllables in the final line. Rhymes are fine, but not required. Any subject.


Chapter 30
A Better Place

By Mustang Patty

"Anywhere's a Better Place to Be" 
Harry Chapin, (1942-1981)

 
I search for love
Will it find me?
Hiding my heart
No way to be
 
Finding love is a long journey,
Heart on my sleeve
Here in my Better place

Author Notes Thank you helvi2 for the great artwork

The Sapphonic Triad.
This form is an invention of our own Cliverde (Carol) and named by Pantygynt (Jim).
The form is as follows:

A two-line quotation (Free verse but max total of sixteen syllables - must be concise and memorable) followed by a quatrain, four lines each of four syllables finally an 8-4-6 syllable envoi that moves us on somewhere...it should have a "satori" feeling.
You can use rhyme.

This was a challenging form to write. I was glad to have Harry's quote with me.


Chapter 31
The Good News

By Mustang Patty

Today, just another day,
Day one to spread the good news,
News to share out on the streets,
Streets that wear out your new shoes.
 
Time to shout and speak of Him,
Him, so worthy of our praise,
Praise the one and true Savior,
Savior, to whom our hands raise.
 
His voice speaks soft and gentle,
Gentle is His warm embrace,
Embrace His love, given free,
Free from sin, without a trace.

 

Author Notes thank you Google images

(from shadowpoetry.com) Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

I chose to customize my loop poem within the guidelines, and it has the following scheme;
Three stanzas of four lines each
Each line has seven syllables
Rhyme scheme abcb within each stanza


Chapter 32
Pretty Pups Make my Day

By Mustang Patty

Pretty pups make my day
furry face and cold nose
they sit, they jump, they run,
playing hard they scamper
Until the day is done
 
Pretty pups make my day
bright and cheery faces
the why, the how, and when,
their whims dictate it all
rest awhile now and then
 
Pretty pups make my day
fuzzy toes and tummy
the proud, the brave, the few,
navigate toys and such
doggy messes, oh pew
 
Pretty pups make my day
Shining eyes smile at me
they plot, they plan their ruse,
a quick dastardly trick
thank God, they don't eat shoes

Author Notes The photo is of the dogs when they were in need of haircuts. I thought it was fitting for a tale about their wild side.

The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in each verse. Each line within the stanzas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme. The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.

The Monchielle form was created by Jim T. Henriksen.


Chapter 33
Waiting for tea

By Mustang Patty

She sits so pretty
on her saucer
nice and neat
She waits
Tea
filled to china brim

Author Notes Teacup poem; cup syllable count 5,4,3,2,1 saucer syllable count 5
(this is the definition I have in my notes, but Poetry Dances shows it as a 'definition' poem.)

The photo is of an antique teacup I received from my son.


Chapter 34
Darkness

By Mustang Patty

Darkness comes

The pain is strong

Foolish me

To think it gone

Where is He?

My one true Light

Right next to me through this night

Author Notes Thank you SweetLinda for this beautiful artwork. The Whitney poem is 7 lines long with a syllable count of 3/4/3/4/3/4/7. Rhyming is optional.


Chapter 35
The Pain in my Eye

By Mustang Patty

Painful stye in my left eye,
Such a tender little spot
Looking like just a red dot
I can't help but wonder why

 
Why is it so darn painful?
What caused this calamity?
Want to use profanity
But that won't be too helpful
 
With dimmed light in ev'ry room,
There's no place to really read,
Reviewing is what I need,
Member dollars need to 'shroom
 
FanStory life is such a drag
No time to be weak or sick
Rankings will sink like a brick
When your stories start to lag

Author Notes just fooling around with words

A Quatrain is a poem consisting of four lines of verse with a specific rhyming scheme.

A few examples of a quatrain rhyming scheme are as follows:
1. abab
2. abba; known as an envelope rhyme
3. aabb
4. aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd; known as a chain rhyme
I chose to write an envelope rhyme with seven syllables per line


Chapter 36
Fishin' and Wishin'

By Mustang Patty

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My daddy and I used to go fishin'
We would go every Sunday
But now I'm just a wishin'
Maybe he'll come back one day
 
Daddy put on his uniform one morn
He gave me a squeeze and a great big hug
I just stared at him, eyes full of scorn
His words were about being a good little bug
 
So, each Sunday morn, I come down to the dock
my pole strung with spinners and weights
I keep my eyes on the old town clock
Pres'dent needs to send daddy to the states
 
Daddy came back home, but he's in a box
No more hugs, no more fishin'
On his grave sits a pile of rocks

No more time wasted wishin'

 

Author Notes Picture courtesy of BIXBY - assigned by Jax Franklin for the 'Picture This' prompt

Dedicated to the children who will never see their daddies and mommies again


Chapter 37
Writing Poetry

By Mustang Patty

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please see Author's Notes for the requirements of the Sapphonic Triad

 
 
"Poetry...the deepest abyss
   of infinity." - Sally Ann Roberts
 
I yearn to write
perfect poems,
Meter and rhyme
Rules elude me
 
Writing poetry well, a gift?
Or is it learned?
Only you can decide

 

Author Notes To get technical, the Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines poetry as:


1. a: metrical writing : verse
b: the productions of a poet : poems

2. writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language
chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound,
and rhythm

3. a: something likened to poetry especially in beauty of expression
b: poetic quality or aspect



The Sapphonic Triad.

This form is an invention of our own Cliverde (Carol) and named by Pantygynt (Jim).

The form is as follows:

A two-line quotation (Free verse but max total of sixteen syllables - must be concise and memorable) followed by a quatrain, four lines each of four syllables finally an 8-4-6 syllable envoi that moves us on somewhere...it should have a "satori" feeling.
You can or may not use rhyme.


Chapter 38
Member Dollars for You

By Mustang Patty

I want a review
to say more than pretty words
tell me my true worth


Chapter 39
Crown of Thorns

By Mustang Patty

The crown
meant as a joke
pressed on your Holy head
scorned you as you fulfilled His word
with death

Author Notes The Cinquain is a class of poetic forms that employ a 5-line pattern. Earlier used to describe any five-line form, it now refers to one of several forms that are defined by specific rules and guidelines. I would rather reserve the name Cinquain for the unrhymed verse (2-4-6-8-2 with a substantive title) that Adelaide Crapsey created in 1915.


Chapter 40
Sacrifice

By Mustang Patty

Loving sacrifice
His blood shed
He rose in triumph

Author Notes Without God's love, and ultimate sacrifice, we would all be subject to the sins we commit every day


Chapter 41
Food

By Mustang Patty

FOOD
yummy
nourishing
 
from nature's bounty
harvested from the ground
taken fresh from farm to store
 
"Just what we need for energy"

Author Notes Inspired by Sandra Du Plessis, I tried this poetic form,

A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed.

The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title.

The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based on a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title).

The last line is 8 syllables and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (title).


Chapter 42
Headaches

By Mustang Patty

Too severe to be simply a headache
Pain radiates down my neck and into my back
Throbbing sets my teeth on edge
Barometric pressure going crazy

Is it the stress of too much school work?
Or could it be the barking of a little dog?
Perhaps I'm catching a cold
No, it must be the snow

In winter snow will bring them
Spring allergies are a cross to bear
Summer's heat causes its own ache
And pain within my cerebral cavity
While the storms of fall bring the pain on a daily basis

I know headaches do not reside in Heaven
No pain will I feel there
Almost makes me want to hasten the trip
The devil's foothold on my soul
Lives within this pain
Prayer can keep it all at bay
He puts a cold compress to my brow

Author Notes I know this has no rhyme and no proper form; it came from sitting here and watching to clock for it to be the next time I could take some pain relief!


Chapter 43
Harry

By Mustang Patty

When you go back to the days of yore,
You may find new things you've never seen before.
This is the story of a mimogene,
A type of animal you've never seen.
In his day, he was quite the norm,
But that was before the big, huge storm.

Gathering nuts was the mimogene's only chore,
Back in those days, you couldn't go to a store.
Some said that mimogenes were mean,
And always wanted to cause a scene.
Harry's temperament took another form,
Some would say, he was practically warm.

Harry was normal with his large eyes in the fore,
Only his drab gray color was any kind of a bore.
In mimogene years, Harry was only a teen,
For the good life, he was very keen.
His species, he wanted to reform,
And make happiness the new mimogene norm.

Huge, giant waves crashed to the shore,
All the forest knew what was in store.
Harry's days of hunting were lean,
He could only find one bean.
In blew the biggest storm,
Harry only wanted to be warm.

Soaked to his very core,
Going with the animal lore,
Harry started to make a scene,
In pushing the animals to safety - he was quite mean.

Harry the mimogene was no more,
He had given his life for
The others who thought him mean,
And only wanting to cause a scene.
Washed away with the storm,
Harry's life was one of reform.

Author Notes My rhyming story felt forced, but speaking of a mythical creature I invented felt JUST right. Thank you, raineyknightartwork for your work - Salt. It seemed to fit the picture in my mind.


Chapter 44
Self Aware

By Mustang Patty

Walking the halls of the Louvre,
a memory comes to light
I've always loved to look and gaze,
imagining what went on in the mind
of the artist
Was this piece simply done for fun?
Was it done for profit?
Was it done for love?
Some of the oils speak to me
Some of them simply stare back
My senses come alive
And I realize the inner artist
the one who wants to get out
The eye looking through the lens of my camera
My self that wants to look back

Author Notes This was written as I looked at the photos I took in the Louvre Museum in Paris. Returning to the museum after 30 years gave me a new perspective on the 19 year old that had been there before. Thank you Celia Claase for your artwork, "Contemplating," it just seemed to fit.


Chapter 45
Calling my name

By Mustang Patty

Every day begins the same
I will not indulge the cravings
I will not look in the freezer
I will not drive 5 miles to the store if the freezer is empty
I will not

A healthy breakfast
What could that be?
Open the fridge and see the cans of 1-2-3
See the healthy yogurt waiting for me

Hear the faint cry from the freezer

Open the door and there it waits
Waiting with tempting lusciousness
Waiting with sweet bursts of energy for my tongue

Wait no more!
I'm here - find a spoon!

Author Notes Somedays dealing with my food issues are worse than dealing with the depression that follows me at each step! Thank you MRPhotography for the great shot of tempting dish of ice cream!


Chapter 46
The Titanic

By Mustang Patty



















They said she was so unsinkable
Ice
Sunk

Author Notes
Thanks to google images.

thank you for reading my entry for the contest. I hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to VOTE!!


Chapter 47
A Quinzaine for Hailey

By Mustang Patty


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Hailey is so beautiful.
Because she is mine?
I think not.

 
 

Author Notes picture taken by my son-in-law, JC Malensek

Hailey Rose will be three in just a few weeks. I took care of her every day during the first fifteen months of her life. Then, my daughter got orders to move to Virginia. Since then, I've seen her twice a year in person, and weekly through the wonders of SKYPE. She lives in the center of my heart.

QUINZAINE POETRY

The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables.

These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to the statement.


Chapter 48
A Safe Place

By Mustang Patty

 

Lost
In your
Bright blue eyes
With you I am
Safe

Author Notes picture taken by the author back in 1987 when my hubby was a tad younger.

Write a five-line poem. The syllable count is one, two, three, four, one. So, the first line has one syllable, the second line has two, the third line has three syllables, fourth has four and the final line has one. Center your poem and this will usually result in a poem that looks like a lantern which is where the name of this poem comes from.


Chapter 49
Fall into Love

By Mustang Patty

Fall is here and cool air refreshes,
Leaves transform to shades of amber,
Russet, magenta, and pink,
Pungent smell of burning,
Homes are heating up,
Time for cocoa,
Woolly socks,
Cuddles,
Love.

Author Notes photo image from Public Domain

I absolutely love the fall. Maybe its because my birthday is at the end of October. It could be the comfort of blankets, slippers, and flannel sheets...it's just lovely.

The CONTEST: Write a nonet poem. A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with just one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable


Chapter 50
Who?

By Mustang Patty

Who's it that sits upon the branch?
Bright with carte blanche?
Could it be him?
An owl named Jim?
 
See him in front of the night sky,
Sharp is his eye,
He rules the dark,
Missing the mark.
 
Everyone thinks he is so wise,
Look at his eyes,
He is confused,
His mind, abused.
 

Author Notes The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

This is a 'Picture This' poem. We are a group of FanStory poets who post a poem every two weeks, using an image selected by a member. Our poems are based on our interpretation of the image submitted. If you would like to become a member of 'Picture This,' please e-mail Jax Franklin. Thank you for reading my poetry.

"Everyone" has three syllables;
carte blanche
noun
1. complete freedom to act as one wishes or thinks best: "we were given carte blanche" synonyms: free rein, a free hand, a blank check



Chapter 51
Oh, the Longing

By Mustang Patty

longing for your smile
remembering how you felt
just wanting to turn back time

Author Notes photo from public domain

Not biographical; just watched a sad movie



Chapter 52
By Your Strings

By Mustang Patty



Strings by your hand

Mark my every move and step

Strings by your hand

Keep me from making my own stand

Keep me in fear of overstep

Make me mindful of my own hep

Strings by your hand


 

Author Notes photo provided by Robyn Corum for the 'Picture This' prompt

a rondelet. It has seven lines with AbAabbA. The capital "A's" indicate repeating lines. My repeating lines have four syllables and the remaining, eight.

Definition of hep; used to mark a marching cadence

minimal punctuation on purpose


Chapter 53
Where have I gone?

By Mustang Patty

Will writing about it make this insanity stop?
The ongoing nightmares that wake me,
Racing thoughts that sweep through my brain,
Constant need to do something, anything,
And the inertia that ties me to the couch.
 
What is it about memories of that summer?
The summer she left me all alone.
She only came home one or two nights.

Cupboards were bare, but rent and utilities were paid.
Where did she go?
Why had she left me like a waif?
 
On her return, she had news.
News that was supposed to thrill me.
Seemed I was getting a new 'dad.'
Though he didn't know I existed,
They were to be wed.
Moved from the number one school in the state,
To one where I was mocked for the color of my skin,
A house with a fireplace, stainless steel sinks, and my own room.
She must have thought I'd swoon.
 
I rebelled.  I became a stranger.  No longer the pleasant child,
I did many things I believed I'd never do.
I often looked at myself, and thought Patty-who?
 
Life's carousel spun faster and higher,
The final threads broke and I said goodbye
To who I was, and maybe who I was supposed to be.
 

Author Notes photo from google images
(I went to see if there were any pictures of me from this time period - guess what? There are none.)

Quote: You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth. - Unknown

This is about as free verse as I've ever written. I'm not sure if there is any rhythm to this piece - it all just spilled out.

Sorry I didn't promote it; didn't have enough member dollars, and needed to get it out.

Definition of waif
1. 1a : a piece of property (such as property washed up by the sea) found but unclaimed b waifs plural : stolen goods thrown away by a thief in flight

2. 2a : something found without an owner and especially by chance b : a stray person or animal; especially : a homeless child

3. 3 : an extremely thin and usually young woman


Chapter 54
Do I need a computer?

By Mustang Patty

What to do when there's no computer in sight?
What did I used to do when I wanted to write?
This pencil seems so useless, and paper seems so white.
 
I run the lead across the page,
Like I'm entering a great big stage,
Today, I'm not writing for a wage,
Just me and my rage.
 
The words are mere squiggles,
I look and get the giggles,
Have I lost my touch?
Is the computer just a crutch?
 
Reading this back, seems I've written a rhyme,
Maybe I'll get a story next time.

Author Notes photo from Freeimages

written during this past week while I wasn't anywhere near a computer


Chapter 55
Decisions

By Mustang Patty

                                                                           
                    Today's the last day,
                   
Will he call?
                    Or is jail his fate?

Author Notes photo from Google images

Write a Lune for this poetry contest. It is a simple and fun form of poetry to write. It has 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second line and 5 syllables in the final line. Rhymes are fine but not required. The subject matter is open. Form created by Robert Kelly.


Chapter 56
He who brings the THUNDER

By Mustang Patty

Bright sunshine greets me.
Heat of summer clogs the mind.
Need refreshing breeze,
Wake up thoughts, ideas; the beast.
Let him bring down the thunder.

Author Notes photo from google search

The Tanka is a form of poetry that often follows a specific syllable count.

line 1 - 5 syllables
line 2 - 7 syllables
line 3 - 5 syllables
line 4 - 7 syllables
line 5 - 7 syllables

So it contains five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7).


Chapter 57
Out from Under

By Mustang Patty

Feeling sicker than ever before,
This depression stuff is killing me.
Wish I could push it out the door,
I long for blue skies I can see.
 
How am I supposed to make it?
Why can't my days be bright?
Can it lessen just a bit?
Let me step into the light.
 
Soon it will be over,
Just like it has before.
Let me roll in clover,
See what's in store.
 
I will start to feel like my old self,
Able to write stories and rhyme,
No more sitting on the shelf,
Just killing time.

Author Notes thank you Anne for the use of your artwork

Rhyming quatraines with no specified syllable count


Chapter 58
Birth of a Butterfly

By Mustang Patty

Beginning life,
Starting with strife,
 
Struggling to push open the chrysalis,
Letting important first breath out with a hiss,
What a beautiful wide world is this,
To spend just twenty-four hours of pure bliss.
 
Look for a wife,
Pain like a knife.

Author Notes picture from Barb Hensongispsaca for the 'Picture This' prompt

Bookend Monorhyme

an awesome form created by our fellow FanStorian, Marilyn (BeasPeas.)

Here is the form described in her own words:

"This is a Bookend Monorhyme poem, a form I created in 2016 by accident when I wrote two poems on the same topic and liked them both so I combined them into one. It consists of a 4-syllable line monorhyme and an 11-syllable line monorhyme. The two poems should be able to stand alone, but relate to each other in some way. Thank you to Jannypan for naming this form."

2 lines - 4 syllables
4 lines - 11 syllables
2 lines - 4 syllables


Chapter 59
Summer Days

By Mustang Patty

I take my dogs out for their walks,
and Life's sure sweet,
and Steaming, dewy green'ry stalks;
Sunny rays beat.
Hot pavement makes my dogs walk fast,
Do 'doggy bus'ness' at the last.
Heading home, we avoid the street,
and Life's sure sweet.
 
the pastel lines of children's chalks,
we see a treat,
Above, the birds begin their squawks
My dogs are beat.
at home, the sweet cool water waits,
and breakfast kibble's on the plates.
Rumbly tummies just long to eat
and Life's sure sweet.

Author Notes photo from Freephoto.com

Big THANK YOU to Debbie (dejohnsrld) for a great deal of help with iambic meter. This is greatly edited.

This poem is an octogram as created by fellow Fanstorian, Sally Yocom. It has two stanzas of 8 lines each. The syllable count is 84848884 84848884. The rhyme scheme is aBabccbB ababddbB. Capital B indicates an exact repeated line. This poetry form calls for strict iambic meter

I know I'm in need of help with the iambic meter - any help would be greatly appreciated!


Chapter 60
Poaching

By Mustang Patty

Golden dusk of the sunset
Belies the poachers' best bet
They wait for prey with their bait
Dooming the animals' fate
From yards away, with big guns
Kill while sitting on their buns
Where's the sport of hunting gone?
 
Graceful creatures become game
To sportsmen looking for fame
Species driven off to die
Conservationists ask Why?
Need to stop this gory trend
Or the wild life will just end
Can humans be far behind?
 

Author Notes This is a Sevelette form of poetry, created by Kerry Robinson July 2017.
The form consists of, minimum of two stanzas.
Seven lines, with seven syllables each, following the pattern of aa/bb/cc/d
Each stanza must be able to stand alone, yet, continued the subject.

The 'Picture This' prompt is provided every two weeks by Jax Franklin. If you would like to be included in this group, contact Jax for information and to have the pictures sent to your email.


Chapter 61
Night Work

By Mustang Patty

Big blue eyes
Strong loving hands
Gentle touch
Brings me alive
Makes my name
sound like sunrise
Rumpled sheets tell the night's tale

Author Notes Whitney Poetry is also known as an American Asian Poem. This is a syllabic form, created by Betty Ann Whitney. It has exactly seven lines. Syllable pattern: 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7 and no rhyme is required but acceptable if desired.

A Whitney is written as follows
The first line has three syllables
The second line has four syllables
The third line has three syllables
The fourth line has four syllables
The fifth line has three syllables
The sixth line has four syllables
The seventh line has seven syllables


Chapter 62
She loves her Pearls

By Mustang Patty

She loves her pearls
Iridescent, full of beauty
She loves her pearls

Each lengthy strand, uniquely twirls
Some on neck, some down to her knee
Wearing them daily, one can see
She loves her pearls

Author Notes photo provided by Jax Franklin for the July 31st 'Picture This' Challenge

a Rondelet. It has seven lines with AbAabbA. The capital "A's" indicate repeating lines. My repeating lines have four syllables and the remaining, eight.

This is a 'Picture This' poem. We are a group of FanStory poets who post a poem every two weeks, using an image selected by a member. Our poems are based on our interpretation of the image submitted. If you would like to become a member of 'Picture This,' please e-mail Jax Franklin. Thank you for reading my poetry.


Chapter 63
Comfort from the Creator

By Mustang Patty



Why are you so sad?
What can I do to help you?
Here is my love for comfort.


 

Author Notes NOT a haiku, so there isn't a kigo or satori; it's not even about nature. I chose to do the 5/7/7 to meet the challenge of the three line poem.

thank you Jayden T for the use of your beautiful artwork.


Chapter 64
They Come Tonight

By Mustang Patty

Witches come out tonight,
They don't seek sweet candy,
It's children they're after,
Jealous of their beauty,
They hate high-pitched laughter.
 
Witches come out tonight,
Searching with wicked glee,
Killing on their warped minds,
Children, hardly aware,
The lure of candy blinds.
 
Witches come out tonight,
Black robes and pointed hats,
On their brooms they fly high,
Searching, seeking, the blood,
Pounce with blink of an eye.
 
Witches come out tonight,
Don't think your child is safe.
No one can be exempt,
Crimson blood attracts,
Do not let your child tempt.

Author Notes photo from Public Domain

The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in each verse. Each line within the stanzas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme. The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.

The Monchielle form was created by Jim T. Henriksen. (Information from shadowpoetry.com)




Chapter 65
At this time of year

By Mustang Patty

My coffee grows cold in its cup
As I listen to the sounds of my house
Early in the morning on a Monday in December
 
I don't have any plans today
I will merely sit at home and watch movies
Movies of Christmas adventures
Old favorites and the new
 
My puppies snore softly at my side
And I take another sip of my Christmas brew
At this time of the year,
There's Baileys in my coffee
And a smile in my heart
 

Author Notes photo from Public Domain

Yes, at Christmas time, I put some cheer into my coffee. Sometimes it's those special creamers, and sometimes its Baileys Irish Creme, and just recently, I discovered the joy of adding Disaronno.


Chapter 66
A Poinsettia for You

By Mustang Patty

Do you remember our first date?
The school's Christmas ball.
My mom made me bring you a flower
And since your dress was red,
I brought you a big poinsettia
 
When you said you wanted
to be a December bride.
I knew I'd be proud whenever I was by your side.
The church was decorated in bright red and green
Everywhere you looked, poinsettias could be seen
 
Little Tim was born in December's second week,
And the poinsettia plant I brought you made you unable to speak
 
Over the years, red flowers would fill our home,
But the poinsettia was your favorite
I bought them for special days or when I'd messed up
I bought them just because, or to cheer you up.
 
Today, I'm ordering a roomful of poinsettias for the church,
I want your coffin to be surrounded by the beauty of your favorite flower
I want you to know how much I love you in this; our last hour.
 
 

Author Notes photo of flower from Public Domain

written for some dear friends


Chapter 67
Wishing

By Mustang Patty

Wish upon a star
With prayer, faith, hope, and love
Dreaming can't be wrong

Author Notes photo courtesy of Google images

please note: the word, prayerhas two syllables per Syllable Dictionary, s.v. "prayer," accessed November 21, 2017. https://www.HowManySyllables.com/
words/prayer.

SUPER EXCITED that this little poem won an award!!


Chapter 68
Home Search Lament

By Mustang Patty

Too many people are looking
Should be cooking
What with Thursday
A holiday
 
Find something to like and hope for
Wait, shut the door
Offer is made
Should have just stayed
 
I just want to own my own home
No more to roam
Maybe this one?
They want a ton!

Author Notes photo courtesy of Williamette Realtor Service

So...the other house went to another offer EVEN though our offer was higher, and so we are still looking.

This picture is a hopeful contender...

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.


Chapter 69
Once a Year

By Mustang Patty

It's him!
Sleigh bells ringing
Santa!

Author Notes photo from Google Images


Chapter 70
Patiently waiting...

By Mustang Patty


A house
Need to buy it
Apartment living sucks
Gardens, dog run, and a garage
Oh, please

 

Author Notes Share a cinquain poem. The format for this type of poem is simple. Each line has a specific number of syllables.

Line 1 - 2 syllables.
Line 2 - 4 syllables.
Line 3 - 6 syllables.
Line 4 - 8 syllables.
Line 5 - 2 syllables.

A cinquain is a short and usually unrhymed poem. But writers can use a rhyme scheme if desired. Your cinquain can be written about any subject. You decide the rhyme scheme (if any) and the subject matter. But submitted poems must follow the syllable rules as specified above.

photo courtesy of Zillow.com

Okay, so step one; the offer has been submitted, but no answer yet.

Praying for patience and strength to make it through the process; still, need to have inspection and appraisal

Keep fingers and toes crossed, and join me in prayer if you're so inclined.


Chapter 71
Super Excitement

By Mustang Patty

Finally found it
All fingers crossed

Author Notes photo courtesy of MultipleListingSystem

We've been looking for a house with the items on our 'Wish List' and a great price. Since the holidays are coming, people are starting to drop their asking price --- Swooping in!


Chapter 72
Christmas Eve

By Mustang Patty



Pot-bellied fellow with bagful of tricks
Quietly creeping through on stealthy kicks
Rations the candy from one to the next
Stockings hung, children vexed
   Christmas has come once again
 

 

Author Notes photo from Google Images

Vexed: to torment; trouble; distress; plague; worry:

ABC poetry
Write a one-stanza, five-line poem

The first letter of the each of the first four lines follow the order of the alphabet while the last line can be any letter whatsoever.
For example, a poet might choose to use the following letter combination: D-E-F-G-A.

The lines may be of any syllable length. Also, line length may vary from line-to-line.
The poem may be about any subject or topic

Rhyming and meter are optional.



Chapter 73
The Light

By Mustang Patty

The light
From up above
Shone so bright, all could see
Someone special had joined this world
The promised Messiah born on this day
His mother placed Him in swaddling
In a manger, He lay
Human and God
The light

Author Notes photo from Public Domain

He is the reason for the season and to celebrate His birthday, my granddaughter and I will bake a cake and share with the family after dinner on Christmas day. We will light a candle and sing, 'Happy Birthday, dear Jesus.' This is a tradition I started with my children because I wanted them to know WHY we celebrate the day.

THE RICTAMETER POEM FORM

A rictameter has 9 lines with a syllable count of 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2 with the last line's word/s identical to the first sequence (Rhyming not needed)


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