Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~
~My dearest~
I am but a shadow in the dark
Slowly coming out
Gently whispering
Unto your tormented soul…
“Its gonna be alright”
~Dad~
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My Dreams
(Photo courtesy of Pat, my second daughter)
If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a majestic house;
a house with a luxurious living room…
a grandiose staircase…
a magnificent dining area…
an elegant chandelier….
a towering balcony….
But my dreams don’t have powers,
So, i didn’t get a majestic house;
but a wonderful home,
With joyful kids welcoming in our living room….
with cheerful girls running back and forth our stairs…
with visitors admiringly looking at our chandelier…
With friends enjoying the afternoon view in our balcony…
If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a perfect world;
where true friends are by your side in moments of sadness…
where neighbors are stronger and wiser….
where love is an act of surrendering to another person…
But my dreams don’t have powers,
So I have friends who are by my side in happy times,
because their joy is to see me delighted….
I have neighbors who are vulnerable because they have confidence in
themselves, and at some point they know we all stumble…
and we love because we have faith in another person…
If my dreams have powers,
i would dream to believe that inner beauty matters most,
than outer beauty….
i would believe that friends maintain an open door…
i would believe that people are disciplined and organized…
But my dreams don’t have powers,
so i believe that outer beauty is inner beauty seen by the naked eye…
i believe that friends should only be interested in opening one door,
the door to my heart……
and i believe discipline is necessary but we have to be spontaneous
and enthusiastic, it makes us live life perfectly…
Empowered-A Cinq Trois Decala Rhyme
“I am a flickering light shining the brightest; because i am empowered”
Empowered
You don’t take away from me that one thing i deserve, one thing.
You don’t tell me what to do ‘cos you deemed, as human being.
I shall be in solitude, will be silent, will be quiet.
I will give my tormented soul a break, but i do not quit.
You can hate me, you can curse me, but i will remain cogent.
You will see beauty in silence, in weeping, that’s resilient.
You will understand hope against trials, that’s bright and brilliant.
When confusion and fear arise, it is truely upsetting.
You do not take away, that one thing i deserve, not a bit.
For i have hoped, i have loved, i am clever and i am apt.
Note:
10-line Poem, Cinq Trois DecaLa Rhyme, invented by Laura Lamarca.
Cinq is French for 5
Trois is French for 3
Deca suggests 10
La Rhyme refers to the fact that this is a rhyming poem
So there 15 syllables on each line (5×3).
Also, there are 3 rhyming sounds throughout the poem.
The stanza consists of 10 lines, and it rhymes.
To summarize, the Cinq Trois DecaLa Rhyme is:
• A decastich (10-line poem) written in only one stanza.
• It has 15 syllables per line.
• Rhyme scheme: aabbcccabc
• Meter is optional
Am Back
Standing strong and still
Better and fulfilled..
Amidst Silence and Tears
You
Betrayed me
I wept and wailed
In agony
I could die a thousand deaths
And cursed a million times
Amidst silence and tears.
But i chose to simply cry
‘Till the tears run dry
And i could cry no more
I suffered in silence
I was quiet
But i was brave
Amidst silence and tears.
You
Can destroy me
But you can never bring me down
Nor topple my spirit
For i am empowered
Amidst silence and tears.
Your Body is my Muse (double mirror oddquain)
Your Body is my Muse
I
Trace every silhouette there is
My hands move slowly
As I grasped
You
My
Lips met yours my dear
It’s where eternity and
Forever
Meets
We
Collide while our body moves
Slowly as we catch
Our breath to
Hold
That
One moment of love
Binds our hearts for forever
Hold me for
Once.
10-line Poem Challenge #22: Mirror Oddquain
Last week we studied the Mirror Cinquain. So based upon what you know about the cinquain, and about mirrors, what do you suppose a Mirror Oddquain looks like?
You may remember that a Cinquain has a syllabic count of 2-4-6-8-2. Well, an Oddquainhas a similar structure, only there is an odd number of syllables on each line. Thus, the Oddquain is formed with 1-3-5-7-1 syllables. You may thank Glenda L. Hand for this form.
The Oddquain may have several variations.
Oddquain Sequence — a poem made up of 2 or more Oddquain stanzasCrown Oddquain — a 5-stanza Oddquain sequenceReverse Oddquain — a 5-line poem with line lengths of 1-7-5-3-1 syllablesMirror Oddquain — a 2-stanza Oddquain sequence, where the second is reversedOddquain Butterfly — a “Merged Mirror Oddquain,” where the two stanzas of the Mirror Oddquain are merged together and one of the middle 1-syllable lines is dropped, forming a 9-line poem. It looks best when centered on the page.
All of these are listed here for your reference, but today we will look in depth at the only variation that falls into the category of a decastich, and that is the Mirror Oddquain.
In summary, the Mirror Oddquain is
• A decastich (10-line poem) written in two stanzas.
• Syllabic count: 1-3-5-7-1, 1-7-5-3-1
• It should express a complete thought and may be on any theme and express any mood.
• Rhyme is optional
It’s Your Turn!
Now it’s time for you to write a Mirror Oddquain. Here are a few suggestions to get you started:
Choose a topic. It can be anything. If you’re struggling for an idea, you might consider the Daily Prompts from The Daily PostDON’T worry about rhyme, as it’s not necessary here.DO keep a handle on the syllable count for each line.Try to avoid filler words. Instead, use a thesaurus to find precise words that give you the right syllable count for each line.Feel free to make the words of the poem reflect themselves, if you so desire.And of course, when you are finished, share your poem with the rest of us.
Don’t know how? Follow these simple steps…
Write your blog post.Include the tag Decastich Challenge or 10LPCInclude a pingback/link to this post in your post so I can find you.Publish your post.
Beautiful Mess
I cry in silent whimper
I wept along anger…
I sob while i groan
I lament as i moan…
I am a beautiful mess
