Variations - Words edition...

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Piss poor grammer can't be tolerated
It must be stamped out for the greater good (the greater good)
Living statues are eradicated
Out of sight and mind, for the greater good (the greater good)
Challenge us? You'll be defenestrated
We're just doing this for the greater good (the greater good)
An Angel, a peace lily and some guns
The Battle of Safeway, the bad guy runs
I haven’t been able to get this out of my head all week ‘the greater good’. Very clever
 
Welp, I think I broke you last week...

I can only imagine you'll be the latest group to try to run me off Lit with this week's form (and it may not take too much to achieve it)

This week, we're using an Irish poetic form, Ae Freislighe.

It is based around 4 line stanzas (verses), and each line has 7 syllables.

The last syllable of lines 1 & 3 of each stanza rhyme, as they do on lines 2 & 4.

You can write one stanza, or combine multiple, so if you want to write a longer poem you can.
The stanzas don't have to rhyme with each other.

Easy, right?

7 syllables in each line, alternating lines rhyme.
There is one further requirement with Ae Freislighe poems. The very last syllable of the poem has to rhyme with the very first syllable...

This week's theme, as I'm having a vacation, is

The Sea

Have fun, be creative, and let's see if I piss people off by still being here next week...
 
Welp, I think I broke you last week...

I can only imagine you'll be the latest group to try to run me off Lit with this week's form (and it may not take too much to achieve it)

This week, we're using an Irish poetic form, Ae Freislighe.

It is based around 4 line stanzas (verses), and each line has 7 syllables.

The last syllable of lines 1 & 3 of each stanza rhyme, as they do on lines 2 & 4.

You can write one stanza, or combine multiple, so if you want to write a longer poem you can.
The stanzas don't have to rhyme with each other.

Easy, right?

7 syllables in each line, alternating lines rhyme.
There is one further requirement with Ae Freislighe poems. The very last syllable of the poem has to rhyme with the very first syllable...

This week's theme, as I'm having a vacation, is


The Sea

Have fun, be creative, and let's see if I piss people off by still being here next week...
Just wanted to say that this is one of my favorite threads. I haven’t been around much the last few weeks (end of summer is crazy busy!) but I so appreciate your keeping this up for all of us!!
 
In a claustrophobic cage
Under moonlight, dreams take shape
Plexiglass, water and rage
I am planning my escape

Mother's home, where I belong
It's silly... How can I win?
This boy can help, so headstrong
He cries loud, "Free Willy!" Fin.

(Sorta combining last week and this one.)
 
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Cold darkness beckoning me
"We have got you", the whisper
"We want you, they don't. You'll see".
Compelled, I listen to her

The waves creep in, just teasing
Flirting, playing hard to get
In breaking surf, voices sing
Tickling toes, my feet are wet

Her promise of peace from this
Tempts me, the deal almost sold
"Just do it, come feel my kiss".
Would that I could be so bold...
 
Cold darkness beckoning me
"We have got you", the whisper
"We want you, they don't. You'll see".
Compelled, I listen to her

The waves creep in, just teasing
Flirting, playing hard to get
In breaking surf, voices sing
Tickling toes, my feet are wet

Her promise of peace from this
Tempts me, the deal almost sold
"Just do it, come feel my kiss".
Would that I could be so bold...
Living at the beach, this resonates so well, cool, and deep @Saltfountain thank you
 
From harbor to harbor they
Sail their boat, living their dream.
“How can this work?” many say.
As they judge their ways and means.

Their world is both large and small.
They have traveled far from home.
The echoes that the seas call
Out is a cry of welcome.

For my brother, living his dream.
 
She washes over all that...
No limits. She knows no bounds
Mighty, whether rough or flat
Crashing noise or free of sound

Fickle as a cruel mistress
Takes no master, nor control
Sometimes comfort in distress
Other times she claims your soul

Does she hear me, read my mind?
Or just be, a constant friend?
She shifts the sands, as pebbles grind
And she will do, till the end

Overwhelmed, my senses swarm
In my pain she visits me
Comfort in the fiercest storm
Beside her, my soul is free
 
Atlantic, Pacific, or
The Gulf of (what?) Mexico.
Sailing would be such a chore.
My poor tummy --Big heave ho!

Please don’t put me out to sea
And make my insides panic.
Land is where I’m meant to be,
At sea I just feel frantic.
 
I'm back off my holiday, so the sea is now but a distant memory...

This week, we're going to write poems on the theme of

The Kiss

Go whichever way you want on this, but we're going to use the Magic 9 form.

Magic 9 has no restrictions on line length, or syllables, but is prescriptive on the ryme scheme.

The poem is 9 lines long (as the name suggests) and the magic comes with the rhyme scheme which is abacadaba.

Every odd line (1, 3, 5, 7 & 9) share a rhyme.
Lines 2 and 8 share a different rhyme.
4 and 6 don't rhyme with any other.

As ever, have fun, and enjoy!
 
In twilight's glow, two souls unite,
A whisper soft, a breath of air.
Lips brush lightly, hearts take flight,
In this moment, all else fades away.

Eyes close gently, lost in the night,
A spark ignites, a silent yearning.
A fleeting touch, a sweet delight,
In every heartbeat, love's tender care.

A magic moment, pure and right.
 
A glance, a thought, leaves me pondering
How it feels to share a kiss.
With a sigh and with longing,
I touch my lip with a fingertip.
There's something to be said about desiring
A connection so intimate.
A moment devoted to simple wanting,
Thoughts I do not want to miss.
One more glance, then lips' first touching.
 
She bites her lip, eager to taste
The softness of his lips
Her heartbeat quickens, she mustn’t waste
This moment with fleetingness
The gentleness of his body’s haste
The way his body feels like home
A moment caught in tender grace
And hips pressed into hips
Two hearts entwined for now embraced
 
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
It's the way you love me, It's a feeling like this
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Ride me off into the sunset, baby, I'm forever yours
My heart is tumbling and bouncing from my head unto my heel
But you got me like a rocket, shootin' straight across the sky
My heart and mind are racing, it's their pounding that I feel
This kiss, this kiss, unstoppable, this kiss, this kiss
The windmills of my mind have now become so very real
 
It came upon a winter’s breath
Still icy at its core
It lured me to its frozen depth
And slowly claimed my soul
My final words I did bequeath
To the one forever gone
“In sickness and in health” I say’th
Then through my body tore
The kiss of death
 
The fragments of a dream haunt me,
But the flames of desire remain.
Echoes of it flow through my body
As I recall a touch I’ve never known.
My breath comes quickly,
My cheeks feel flushed.
I close my eyes, so that I can see
Your face before me again.
I whisper, “Kiss me.”
 
The outcome is important, I need some time to think
I move around the table, and try to hide my frown
I could just get my head down, get it over in a blink
But that may mean I fluff my cue and then the chance is missed
To keep my night exciting, I need this one to sink
My best opportunity could be a long deep screw
So when I go and take my shot, I hope it doesn't stink
There really could be nothing worse than crashing off the brown
I think I'll play it steady, and gently kiss the pink
 
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