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    Write a Ghazal Poem

    Okay, Modern Ghazal's have less rules, so if you wanna play but wanna start of easy, it's a fun exersize:

    5-15 couplets linked only associatively and it's cool to put your "name" in the last couplet.

    Once you've got your feet wet, these guidlines are for the more daring:

    A Persian Ghazal has more rules

    PoetryNet: The Ghazal

    Again, it's 5-15 couplets. The form looks like this:

    Couplet one:
    ---------------------------------------------rhyme A + refrain
    ---------------------------------------------rhyme A + refrain
    Couplet Two, Three, & so on:
    ---------------------------------------------------------------
    ---------------------------------------------rhyme A + refrain

    Meter a consistent is metric or syllabic.
    No emjambment.
    The link lists common themes.

    I'll post a modern and more persian influenced Ghazal to show you.

    Modern:


    Ghazel #1

    I was wrapped up in Ethernet cables and tied to my chair
    in a tutu and that's why I didn't make it on time.

    A little girl was crestfallen when the snow didn't arrive,
    everyone else's shipments unloading around her.

    The Walmart steamer came to port and beef jerky men
    unloaded season 3 of Scrubs on DVD.

    She watches Grey's Anatomy with a stolen cat
    in her lap in a house made of orange bricks.

    I get thick headed when I think about going to work
    and going to heaven.

    On her day off, she dances and dances in frothing pink.
    I, Katze the Mighty, hate pink. I like frothing.





    With syllabic count, rhyming, and refrain (but changing rhymes... frankly, I'm just not that good to have the same rhyme throughout!):

    Ghazal #54

    She’s doing it, the waiting room fidget, again.
    Medical history? Just fudge it again.

    The seismic hallway blinks a burnt out bulb.
    Pipes between floors corroded with black mold, again.

    Soft canvas shoes pace the linoleum.
    An accountant takes a snifter of rum, again.

    The sun wafts through a polarized lens.
    “Lonely me” is the cry of cactus wrens, again.

    Lackluster terrain begs sterility,
    I, Kay, dream of yet another city, again.
    Last edited by Wallmaker; 11-11-2007 at 10:19 PM.
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