Tag: non-rhyming
member name: Terry M.
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September 14, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
Hawks
Search for
Plump juicy chickens
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner
They crave fresh meat from daylight to dark
So at times they must settle for just a big black nasty rat
This is known . . .
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September 10, 2007 04:22 AM EDT --
Five days old
His father passed on
This great king
Left one son
A childhood taken
In his youth
The castle he fled
A circus
Took him in
Becoming an acrobat
The subjects were sadden
Chaos Broke
The king's . . .
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August 27, 2007 01:32 AM EDT --
My father was a white dove
And my mother was a wolf
I can fly among the clouds
While howling at the full moon
A peaceful wild beast
This type of non-rhyming poetry is called dodoitsu. Syllable . . .
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August 30, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
Fifty
Yellow balloons
Drifting by my window
Waking I wonder if it was
A dream
This is a Cinquian. Syllable count is 2-4-6-8-2. When writing this I thought about that song in eighties . . .
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November 09, 2008 06:09 PM EST --
Leaves change
In November
Mighty winds scatter them
Where mighty pumpkins rule for the
Season
This is a cinquain, syllable count is 2-4-6-8-2
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June 10, 2008 06:47 PM EDT --
The Adventures of Derek the Red
Previous Segment: The Price of a Tulip Stone
This is the story the old scarred face man told Derek the Red.
So far all of these have been in the Naga . . .
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June 11, 2008 06:02 PM EDT --
The Adventures of Derek the Red
Derek the Red tells the old scarred face man his story.
This is also done in a form of poetry known as PI.
"Fame was mine."
Known
All over the . . .
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June 22, 2008 05:27 PM EDT --
In the pines
A purple flower
Blooms among
The needles
Bringing color to the drab
A symbol of life
This is another shadorma poem. Syllable count is 3,5,3,3,7,and 5.
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August 25, 2007 02:30 PM EDT --
The baseball
Sleeps inside the glove
Summer has
Worn him out
Football season is coming
His vacation earned
This is a form of poetry call shadorma. Syllable count is 3,5,3,3,5,7.
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August 30, 2007 07:55 AM EDT --
My mind travels to places unknown
Meeting people from many places
Yet I never leave my desk
Papers stuffed in corners
Some scattered about
Stories undone
A writer's
Quest for
life
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September 01, 2007 05:15 PM EDT --
Near the milk counter
I saw a package of swiss
Land on the waxed floor
Fleeing from the country store
He thought he was free
Until he met an old tom cat
Consumed in seconds
Swiss Cheese has one . . .
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September 03, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
Cartoon Man
Held captive by the ink
The artist
Designs him
Each thought and move is public
And no soul within
Another shadorma. A non-rhyming poem with a syallable count of 3,5,3,3,7,5.
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August 27, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
In Rattlesnake City
The moonlight had never shined
Poison reigned supreme
A small lamb offered his life
Bitten in his heart
Leaving a bloody red scar
The rattlesnakes mocked his tomb
A lion appeared
With . . .
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September 07, 2007 01:28 AM EDT --
I drive
Through the mountains
Brown leaves are falling fast
Evidence of the time we call
Autumn
I see
The cows gazing
Among the hilly land
The deer are jumping in front of
My path
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September 22, 2007 08:01 AM EDT --
Hailstones hit the tin roof
Sounding like machine gun fire
Chickens scatter in all directions
Darkness and fear cover the hen house
Chickens scatter in all directions
Sounding like machine gun fire
Hailstones . . .
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May 24, 2008 06:37 PM EDT --
Is freedom free?
Nay!
What did it cost?
The
Blood of many brave people
Was the price paid for the freedom we enjoy.
The blood
Of Christ bought our spiritual freedom.
We . . .
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December 16, 2007 02:07 PM EST --
Gumdrop Trees
Never leave my mind
All grown up
Still wanting
Nature to provide candy
Saving my money
My favorite kind of poetry. The Shadorma's syllable count is 3-5-3-3-7-5. . . .
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May 18, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
It was long ago
Or it seems that way to me
When I think of Hawk
And his shiny black mustang
We cruised the back roads
Listening to rock music
Gulping down sodas
Never drinking . . .
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September 04, 2008 06:58 PM EDT --
Tiny
Orange mushrooms
Bloom inside the pine stump
Within the corpse of death life breathes
Again
This is a cinquain. A non-rhyming poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-3-2.
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May 14, 2008 10:09 PM EDT --
She was a pink dove
Who lived in a green meadow
Where the sky was blue
And the pond full of goldfish
The horses were small
Each of them had golden wings
With coats of light brown
And haloes . . .
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