PandoraGlitters
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How to write one can be found thusly! (Or in Tzara's thread of forms.)
August Form Poem Challenge: Ottava Rima!
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greenmountaineer
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Ottava Rima for Da
For the price of a sword, chapeau, and cape
Da could have gotten his fourth degree Knight
of Columbus, but he only could scrape
together two dimes for a pint of might
there be a better day. The ticker tape
GI parades were gone, now just polite
addresses, lacking his blood, sweat, and tears.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
The man had a sense of humor. Repeat.
The man had a sense of humor; at least
with the lights off our spam looked like white meat,
and Da said it was a movable feast
when we ran out of milk for our puffed wheat
on Sunday. He still said grace like a priest
and crooned like Crosby with hope for Lamour
on a black and white road to Singapore.
I no longer think the poet was right;
the roads not taken are many in life,
and I often think about that at night
whenever I sit at my table, rife
with wine and roses. I hereby beknight
you, Da, for veering each time there was strife
and like that poet, I'd write on your stone:
I fought the good fight. I'm finally home.
For the price of a sword, chapeau, and cape
Da could have gotten his fourth degree Knight
of Columbus, but he only could scrape
together two dimes for a pint of might
there be a better day. The ticker tape
GI parades were gone, now just polite
addresses, lacking his blood, sweat, and tears.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
The man had a sense of humor. Repeat.
The man had a sense of humor; at least
with the lights off our spam looked like white meat,
and Da said it was a movable feast
when we ran out of milk for our puffed wheat
on Sunday. He still said grace like a priest
and crooned like Crosby with hope for Lamour
on a black and white road to Singapore.
I no longer think the poet was right;
the roads not taken are many in life,
and I often think about that at night
whenever I sit at my table, rife
with wine and roses. I hereby beknight
you, Da, for veering each time there was strife
and like that poet, I'd write on your stone:
I fought the good fight. I'm finally home.
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Angeline
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I've conjured you in clouds, in shadow's land
between nightfall and dream I've followed you
to watch when slouching low among a stand
of pines, fog among tall green you are blue
and languid easy does it nothing planned,
just plaintive patient sigh whispering through
the curtains. Close the window, wake the dead
Persephone wake me from winter's bed.
between nightfall and dream I've followed you
to watch when slouching low among a stand
of pines, fog among tall green you are blue
and languid easy does it nothing planned,
just plaintive patient sigh whispering through
the curtains. Close the window, wake the dead
Persephone wake me from winter's bed.
HarryHill
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I think I've screwed this up; but then, I am known to be a fuck up.
..
I have lost I have found to be true love
not forbidden by the light in our heart
Man's words dark false but sweet as song of dove
given freely discovered hidden parts
Look within and see my own sweet
sinful lust heavenly sent holy treat
..
Angeline calls the Queen of Hell, come forth
..
Harry
..
I have lost I have found to be true love
not forbidden by the light in our heart
Man's words dark false but sweet as song of dove
given freely discovered hidden parts
Look within and see my own sweet
sinful lust heavenly sent holy treat
..
Angeline calls the Queen of Hell, come forth
..
Harry
Angeline
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She may be the Queen of Hell but if she's bringing warm breezes and daffodils, she's my girl.
So Harry, you really just need two more lines for your poem. An ottava rima has eight lines per verse (you can do as few or many verses are you want--I only did one, for example) and the rhyme scheme is:
A
B
A
B
A
B
C
C
So you missed that last AB rhyme combo before you went to CC. The key (for me, anyway) is to remember that ottava=8.
Desejo
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Apologies in advance. I just am not an iambic type, I fear:
Ottava Rima composed in Safeway
What an ordeal to get to the the grocery store!
You can’t walk there, you need a car
and then endure children who will ask for
things like vegan gluten free lotion used by that lovely soap star
And should you question the need to consume more
Cheetos, cheeze Whiz or Weight Watchers high protein snack bar
Chances are that you will be suspected
of being a pinko commie longhair hippie -- and outright rejected
Ottava Rima composed in Safeway
What an ordeal to get to the the grocery store!
You can’t walk there, you need a car
and then endure children who will ask for
things like vegan gluten free lotion used by that lovely soap star
And should you question the need to consume more
Cheetos, cheeze Whiz or Weight Watchers high protein snack bar
Chances are that you will be suspected
of being a pinko commie longhair hippie -- and outright rejected
greenmountaineer
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Neither am I, except loosely speaking. If it's any comfort, I'd be hard pressed to call this iambic, at least in a number of lines:
http://www*******-literature.com/frost/781/
HarryHill
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She may be the Queen of Hell but if she's bringing warm breezes and daffodils, she's my girl.
So you missed that last AB rhyme combo before you went to CC. The key (for me, anyway) is to remember that ottava=8.
I wondered how I ended up with all these spare Iambus
Tzara
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Body & Fender Man
—after the story “Recognition” by Curtis Zahn
Okay. Technique is not my strength. I know
your satisfaction is our goal. I read
that book. I’m ‘spose to leave you all aglow—
What actually would mean something? Your squeal.
—after the story “Recognition” by Curtis Zahn
Okay. Technique is not my strength. I know
your satisfaction is our goal. I read
that book. I’m ‘spose to leave you all aglow—
Relaxed into her orgasm, she shed
all inhibitions. Rich as a fine Bordeaux,
her bouquet opened to him, in their bed.
But, God. That’s just pornography. Not real.all inhibitions. Rich as a fine Bordeaux,
her bouquet opened to him, in their bed.
What actually would mean something? Your squeal.
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Agreed. I am incredibly envious of those of you who manage to write poems in form that are neither dorky nor Yoda-esque. Alas, lame am I....
after five days in the NICU
death is more bitter than—a raven’s call . . .
a rainbow fading into silver glass . . .
the blinded pause before a pitted wall . . .
a doctor’s solemn frown. It came at last.
cruel hope was gone. I let my teardrops fall
and we took turns to hold him, close and fast.
the nurses let us bathe his little head
no worries anymore, for he was dead.
death is more bitter than—a raven’s call . . .
a rainbow fading into silver glass . . .
the blinded pause before a pitted wall . . .
a doctor’s solemn frown. It came at last.
cruel hope was gone. I let my teardrops fall
and we took turns to hold him, close and fast.
the nurses let us bathe his little head
no worries anymore, for he was dead.
greenmountaineer
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Vivaldi's Take on the Decameron
No Dante they, Bocaccio's bawdy tales:
videlicet, Filippa dares guffaw
Rinaldo, cuckold, seventh tale, who wails
ottava rima strife. Where is the joie
de vivre, his song composed in minor scales
of woe. The Plague, I know, was rife, but awe
inspires. Why belabor man's disgrace?
Oh strings, pray take me to your state of grace!
No Dante they, Bocaccio's bawdy tales:
videlicet, Filippa dares guffaw
Rinaldo, cuckold, seventh tale, who wails
ottava rima strife. Where is the joie
de vivre, his song composed in minor scales
of woe. The Plague, I know, was rife, but awe
inspires. Why belabor man's disgrace?
Oh strings, pray take me to your state of grace!
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An Older Lover Apologizes to His Particular Friend,
and Blames the Internet for the, um, Letdown
We marched toward the bed as if we meant
To give our sex life one last, final, try
At being more high life than discontent,
And see if we could stimulate that sigh
Of satisfaction we hoped for. Repent
Our unkind thoughts and think of Spanish Fly,
To rouse our separate organs to such reach
That I, like Prufrock, dare might eat a peach.
Alas! My manhood lies forgotten. How?
These small blue pills, from Canada retrieved,
By forged prescription, ‘spressly to endow
Myself with youthful vigor, and proceed
In this righteous stud-work, seem more ciao
Than prow—your roiled waters left uncleaved,
As such, if dare you catch my implied drift.
That’s why, my lady, you’ve received short shrift.
and Blames the Internet for the, um, Letdown
We marched toward the bed as if we meant
To give our sex life one last, final, try
At being more high life than discontent,
And see if we could stimulate that sigh
Of satisfaction we hoped for. Repent
Our unkind thoughts and think of Spanish Fly,
To rouse our separate organs to such reach
That I, like Prufrock, dare might eat a peach.
Alas! My manhood lies forgotten. How?
These small blue pills, from Canada retrieved,
By forged prescription, ‘spressly to endow
Myself with youthful vigor, and proceed
In this righteous stud-work, seem more ciao
Than prow—your roiled waters left uncleaved,
As such, if dare you catch my implied drift.
That’s why, my lady, you’ve received short shrift.
UnderYourSpell
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She came, she saw to conquer
she had her wicked way,
a lot she did is just a blur
I'm nothing more than prey
to satisfy and not demur
or vocalise my first dismay.
Take it like a man my friend
with any luck you won't pretend.
she had her wicked way,
a lot she did is just a blur
I'm nothing more than prey
to satisfy and not demur
or vocalise my first dismay.
Take it like a man my friend
with any luck you won't pretend.
PandoraGlitters
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THIS was so awesome to come back to. Rather like finding a patch of rhubarb or asparagus that survived neglect. You folks are awesome. And many kisses to Angeline. You all deserve double scoops of something creamy and wonderful.
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Obituary
No word of him. The news today (I read)
bobbed on the spool of nothings, hopping high
over tall grass banks and river beds
and over water towers, rising slight
ink nothings lettering the nothings said,
yet repeated endlessly, arresting flight
of pennies caught in air, falling to ground
as all we fall. And here his name is found.
No word of him. The news today (I read)
bobbed on the spool of nothings, hopping high
over tall grass banks and river beds
and over water towers, rising slight
ink nothings lettering the nothings said,
yet repeated endlessly, arresting flight
of pennies caught in air, falling to ground
as all we fall. And here his name is found.
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have attyou, ottava
now autumn is upon us and i fear
that work and work and work will make me miss
the rustic glaze till i am rendered drear
and longing for the cider-apples' kiss
when stuck inside beneath fluorescent cheer
my bread is dry so sandwich words like this
no berry juice to lick from fingers, stained
poetic license stretched, and little gained
*gaelic shrug* i gave it a shot
now autumn is upon us and i fear
that work and work and work will make me miss
the rustic glaze till i am rendered drear
and longing for the cider-apples' kiss
when stuck inside beneath fluorescent cheer
my bread is dry so sandwich words like this
no berry juice to lick from fingers, stained
poetic license stretched, and little gained
*gaelic shrug* i gave it a shot
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CharleyH
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Hehe. Love it!
Edit to say that I adore others as well, for different reasons. But this one did make me chuckle. Thank you, Tzara.
I've looked at this form before, but for some reason snubbed it. I've been working on a challenge (for months - lol) that Tess inspired about food and dining. I've tried to tie my idea/concept to a few different forms now, but all have been too short and crazy, although the challenge has taken me on different paths. I think the Ottava Rima would be perfect for a poem called "Devouring Cinecittà" and I think it's just what I am looking for for that challenge.
I have been away a lot this summer and I still have one more vacation to go (poor me - lol) next week, but I will keep this form in mind, Pandora. Thank you! xo
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