2009 Survivor Bonus Round Challenge #1: Valentine's Day.

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Here's a simple one:

Write a love terzanelle¹, and make sure the word valentine is in there somewhere.

You don't need to be participating in Survivor to take this challenge. Although you really should sign up for Survivor if you haven't yet! :mad: If you are participating in Survivor, for your poem to be eligible for points under the Special Bonus Rounds heading, it needs to be submitted to Literotica.com and be posted between 01/29/2009 and 02/25/2009.

Feel free to use this thread to workshop this challenge, to banter about this challenge, to post links to your submissions to this challenge, and to give your opinion on poems submitted to this challenge.



¹ The terzanelle is a poetry form which combines the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. Each triplet has a rhyme scheme of aba, and the middle line becomes the 3rd line of the next triplet, therefore providing that triplet's rhyme. The closing quatrain has a rhyme scheme of abab, and it repeats the middle line of the last triplet as its 3rd line, as well as the 1st and 3rd lines of the initial triplet as its 2nd and 4th lines. Lines can have any meter, as long as it is maintained consistently throughout.
This is the moment when shadows gather [a]
under the elms, the cornices and eaves.
This is the center of thunderweather. [a]

The birds are quiet among these white leaves
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily [c]
under the elms, the cornices, and eaves--

these are our voices speaking guardedly [c]
about the sky, of the sheets of lightning [d]
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily [c]

into our lungs, across our lips, tightening [d]
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark [e]
about the sky, of the sheets of lightening [d]

that illuminate moments. In the stark [e]
shades we inhibit, there are no words for [f]
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark [e]

of things we cannot say, cannot ignore. [f]
This is the moment when shadows gather, [a]
shades we inhibit. There are no words, for [f]
this is the center of thunderweather. [a]
 
Before I go any further are my lines the wrong length in places?

Gifts of love given in many ways,
just a fingers touch on passing by
a look, a smile are what conveys

there is no need to reason why
her heart beats faster every time
just a fingers touch on passing by
 
Before I go any further are my lines the wrong length in places?

Gifts of love given in many ways,
just a fingers touch on passing by
a look, a smile are what conveys

there is no need to reason why
her heart beats faster every time
just a fingers touch on passing by


Here's how I would read this:

Gifts of love given in many ways,
just a fingers touch on passing by
a look, a smile are what conveys

there is no need to reason why (or there is no need to reason why )
her heart beats faster every time
just a fingers touch on passing by


What meter are you trying for?
 
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I think ;) Iambic with an occassional anapest or trochee is good. Makes me feel like I'm reading sophisticated Dr Suess.

I"ve already submitted mine. Want a preview?
 
Before I go any further are my lines the wrong length in places?

Gifts of love given in many ways,
just a fingers touch on passing by
a look, a smile are what conveys

there is no need to reason why
her heart beats faster every time
just a fingers touch on passing by

I think it's close enough for you not to worry about it. As long as there aren't lines that stand out as being too long or too short when read against all others, you should be good.
 
Damn, you're fast. And yes! :D
That's why I'm the best durn stylus slinger in these here parts, Missy. We should have us another gun fight.

(Look at 'em quiverin' over thar b'hind the hitchin' rail at the thought.)

Valentine Terzanelle

Sweet wind blow and shake these boughs
and budded twigs that feel your urgent touch
and kisses numbered as high as forever allows.

Your warm caress arouses life, such
that sparks new vigor through its limbs
and budded twigs that feel your urgent touch.

The world hears your voice raised in hymns
and the tree, still sleeping, knows your song
that sparks new vigor through its limbs.

An errant thought that doesn't stay long,
whispers of spring in these arborial dreams
and the tree, still sleeping, knows your song.

Sweet breeze usher in these brightening beams
of sprouting love and valentine
whispers of spring in these arborial dreams.

Pleas to the forest of, "Will you be mine?"
as sweet winds blow and shake these boughs
with sprouting love and valentine
kisses numbered as high as forever allows.
 
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I think ;) Iambic with an occassional anapest or trochee is good. Makes me feel like I'm reading sophisticated Dr Suess.

I"ve already submitted mine. Want a preview?

Thanks for the motivation, Champ. Now, I just need to figure out how to work "Bite me, you overachieving bitch!" into a Valentine's Day poem about you! ;)

(I bet you ALWAYS had your hand up in class too, did'nt you? :D )
 
Thanks for the motivation, Champ. Now, I just need to figure out how to work "Bite me, you overachieving bitch!" into a Valentine's Day poem about you! ;)

(I bet you ALWAYS had your hand up in class too, did'nt you? :D )
Were I of a similar bent as you and Amy, I'd have my hand up more than in class :shockin':
 
Here's how I would read this:

Gifts of love given in many ways,
just a fingers touch on passing by
a look, a smile are what conveys

there is no need to reason why (or there is no need to reason why )
her heart beats faster every time
just a fingers touch on passing by


What meter are you trying for?

What meter should I be trying for lol? the way I'm going it's a gas meter
 
What meter should I be trying for lol? the way I'm going it's a gas meter

It really doesn't make any difference, and a little bit off on an occasional line isn't any sort of crime at all.

It's just, to me, when I have to write a certain way, it helps to read it out loud to see if it sounds the way I want it to sound.
 
I read back all the time so I will carry on with it but it's more difficult to be romantic now with thoughts of SB and her double ended dactyl going through my mind
 
I think I will make mine be about the Valentine's Day Massacre. Since it is what I shall surely do to the form.

:heart:
 
Heh, it's a good twist on the theme. A good twisted twist. :)

Careful, don't get too close, Ireally am feeling a bit homicidal. I always have this small, faint hope that Lauren will give a challenge in which I could be my best. But she shoots that hope with her silver pistol.

Sigh.

hehe

just kidding and thanks for your kind comments on my poems today :)

I think I might be growing up. I started eating healthy food, writing form poetry and not dying in the process... maybe I will start showing up to meetings on time and everything. A friend told me that in Ancient Rome, people were considered adults at 40. I am following the Ancient Roman calendar it seems.
 
So wait, it does not have to be in iambic pentameter?

Just rhymes? and equal meter rhymes? Ithink I can do this...


Here's a simple one:

Write a love terzanelle¹, and make sure the word valentine is in there somewhere.

You don't need to be participating in Survivor to take this challenge. Although you really should sign up for Survivor if you haven't yet! :mad: If you are participating in Survivor, for your poem to be eligible for points under the Special Bonus Rounds heading, it needs to be submitted to Literotica.com and be posted between 01/29/2009 and 02/25/2009.

Feel free to use this thread to workshop this challenge, to banter about this challenge, to post links to your submissions to this challenge, and to give your opinion on poems submitted to this challenge.



¹ The terzanelle is a poetry form which combines the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. Each triplet has a rhyme scheme of aba, and the middle line becomes the 3rd line of the next triplet, therefore providing that triplet's rhyme. The closing quatrain has a rhyme scheme of abab, and it repeats the middle line of the last triplet as its 3rd line, as well as the 1st and 3rd lines of the initial triplet as its 2nd and 4th lines. Lines can have any meter, as long as it is maintained consistently throughout.
This is the moment when shadows gather [a]
under the elms, the cornices and eaves.
This is the center of thunderweather. [a]

The birds are quiet among these white leaves
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily [c]
under the elms, the cornices, and eaves--

these are our voices speaking guardedly [c]
about the sky, of the sheets of lightning [d]
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily [c]

into our lungs, across our lips, tightening [d]
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark [e]
about the sky, of the sheets of lightening [d]

that illuminate moments. In the stark [e]
shades we inhibit, there are no words for [f]
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark [e]

of things we cannot say, cannot ignore. [f]
This is the moment when shadows gather, [a]
shades we inhibit. There are no words, for [f]
this is the center of thunderweather. [a]
 
Careful, don't get too close, Ireally am feeling a bit homicidal. I always have this small, faint hope that Lauren will give a challenge in which I could be my best. But she shoots that hope with her silver pistol.
There are still 11 challenges to go. Surely you'll be happy with one or two of them! :D
 
So wait, it does not have to be in iambic pentameter?

Just rhymes? and equal meter rhymes? Ithink I can do this...


Yup.Just make it consistent. It's why I so love the terzanelle. I can write them in iambic pentameter, but I don't have to. Whee. And I still say it's okay with any form to wander from the rules a little if it makes the poem better.

Isn't that right, Ms. Lauren? (You know it is!) :D
 
oh sweet lady you know I am not happy unless complaining about writing form poetry :D


My goodness. That is a very small list of things indeed that makes you happy. :confused:

I am thinking you must never have tasted chocolate almond ice cream.
 
oops! I just noticed that my final verse isn't the same line as the 3rd in the first strophe. Should I edit or would you all let it pass? I like the variation but I know I can make that 3rd line in S1 work if y'all are gonna be sticklers.
 
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