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Poet Styling s of a Mad and Deranged Poet

I love form poetry- experimenting with format and rules from any particular form that suits your fancy gives the poet an environment where he/she can express their poetic intent under strict guidelines. It hones the poet's skills in pacing, rhythm, syllable understanding , rhyme schemes and other various poetic techniques. And sometimes by a slip of poetic inattention (a form incorrectly done) a wonderful new variation comes out of the ash.

To become a good poet you need to study forms- free verse is wonderful but to never experiment in other forms limits the poet's creative impulses and stunts their poetic growth. Writing a bunch of words and throwing in some imagery does not a poet make.

Here's a form that I had a little trouble with but found quite creatively inspiring. Both of these pieces express my need for religious apocalyptic rantings and fracturing fairy-tales.


A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

This first one is not a true villanelle- I didn’t rhyme the second line-aba aba-


elephants are running loose in the parking lot
circus clowns scare the hell out of old crones and black cats
mother goose and her geese lay their eggs in a golden pot

the juggler juggles; while the sniper shoots and marks his shot
barkers freaks and acrobats get ready to fleece the flock
elephants are running loose in the parking lot

the necromancer freezes the body before it starts to smell and rot
monks and assassins hunt for the monkey king and his singing apes
mother goose and her geese lay their eggs in a golden pot

shallow graves and leaky coffins do not make good cemetery plots
in a fit of rage Loki, the dancing lion has eaten Odin, the lion tamer
elephants are running loose in the parking lot

angels play in clouds while demons piss in the mud, dirty, thirsty and hot
jack and jill ran down the hill with the itsy bitsy spider right behind them
mother goose and her geese lay their eggs in a golden pot

virtual reality is a cooked up virus created by hackers and their computer bots
if you can’t ask alice then who can you ask; surely not the caterpillar?
elephants are running loose in the parking lot
mother goose and her geese lay their eggs in a golden pot

This one is a correct example-

Monsters and Villains

the devil dances a mean jig and plays a nasty fiddle
she has horns, fangs, delicate wings and sings of many things
big bad Tommy Twiddle piddles and diddles his way to the middle

horned gods and fancy toads dazzles the sinners in sin filled riddles
she hip hops and trots to a beggars tune and plucks at the strings of kings
the devil dances a mean jig and plays a nasty fiddle

Pauley Prattle wiggles wobbles and whittles away his soul till its brittle
her beauty stings at private things and brings wet spots and sex crazed flings
big bad Tommy Twiddle piddles and diddles his way to the middle

the beast regurgitates the filth of the world and licks up humanity’s spittle
she spins her webs in your heads, hearts and body parts; tasty little seedlings
the devil dances a mean jig and plays a nasty fiddle

it’ll be the end times of everything when the beast consumes all things big and little
she orders the beast and her fledglings to go on diets; the devil loves her playthings
big bad Tommy Twiddle piddles and diddles his way to the middle

seven deadly sins are vomit and bile from weasels that wiggle wobble and piddle
the beast is the devils child spinning and clinging to its mommies strings
the devil dances a mean jig and plays a nasty fiddle
big bad Tommy Twiddle piddles and diddles his way to the middle

Make sure you choose your rhymes carefully- They should be true rhymes- my version is not all true rhymes but there close enough- for you purists – sorry….

Hope you got something out of this

till next time


[FONT=&amp]I confess that I dabble in a bit of verse. I classify myself as writer not necessarily a poet. Not a great enthusiast of free-verse, I prefer the symmetry of complimenting rhyming lines. For me that sounds grandiose, having no musical skill and as some might say tone deaf. Writing verse for me is all in the challenge and I’m no purist! If this is your way of pushing the boundaries, I applaud anyone who wishes to expand their horizons...[/FONT]

Poetic Style
[FONT=&amp]Alas although I’m not a Freeform fan, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]I read almost everything else, if I can,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The Acrostic with its message to hide,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]In letters spelt down the left hand side, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The Haiku, is popular unrhymed I quote,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]With a cutting word of a seasonal note, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The Palindrome reads the same within, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]In spoken words tut-tut words spoken in, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]A Villanelle characterized by two refrain, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Set in five triplets with a closing quatrain, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Then a Clerihew, a verse made topical, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]By its four line whimsical biographical, [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Then to my Limerick, five lines of verse,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]With its construction even more diverse,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]There are many, more I could review,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]But for now, I’m quite, quite through. [/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Even less well know is the Englyn? I believe this in the main to be a traditional style of Welsh short poem with eight basic types and seventy variations in their rules of construction. It involves three or four lines and counting the number of syllables in rigid patterns.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]The Writer[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The writer types as to embrace – why he must,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]When action, thrust, is his pace,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The words, reading as in a race,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Yet easily to disgrace.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]This is my attempt at an Englyn,one of the four line versions with a varying number of syllables per line. If I’ve got it right my example is based on ten syllables in the first line, the next six, and then the last two constructed with seven syllables each. The rules applied to this include a break after the seventh, eighth, or ninth syllable, in the first line to rhyme with the second line, and the tenth syllable of the first line must either rhyme or be in assonance with the middle of the second line. The third or fourth line must rhyme on a weak syllable, but also rhyme with the first rhyme in the first line. [/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Confused! I am in just trying to count the right number of syllables.[/FONT]

The Englyn seems quite challenging.. I'll be trying it soon. I deleted the little tutorial on haiku. This comment space is not the right venue..
Shame on you! A blog is a great place to share your trials and tribulations and enthusiasm in exploring the varied forms of versification. Regrettably to convey your thoughts, opinions and knowhow also leaves you open to backhanded comments. It’s a brave thing to do when all you hoped for was some acknowledgment and the sharing of experiences with others.

I was looking forward to your gems of insight. Not considering myself a poet, as a writer I am serious about the challenge of honing my craft, but for sanities sake an element of humour is always lurking in the background. Even admitting that I try constructing the occasional lines of verse is cause for some embarrassment.

Reluctantly I declare my favourite poetic abuse is with the Limerick.

Unusual Limericks

Expanding your poems to new tricks,
In words on many different subjects,
For a range of things diverse,
Delivered in five lines of verse,
Try your hand at writing Unusual Limericks.

Sappho Staccato
This is certainly no extravaganza,
And no way a Sapphic stanza,
Undignified I know,
To carry on like so,
When seeking a lyrical bonanza.

My metric feet are all out of tune,
In a sense, I feel a buffoon,
See this is my curse,
My limerick verse,
I’ve recited it all afternoon.

In ancient times there was a girl called Sapphoo,
Who wrote lots of lyrics to who knows who,
She sang sweetly of Aphrodite,
In words grand and mighty,
All about her dissident feminine virtue.

Nonsense I know but this was a past challenge and I did give you warning of my poetic abuse. OK just to keep on the right side the Sapphic is generally used for personal and contemplative odes, the ending serving as a conclusion, question, denial or sting in the tail (so I’ve read).

My Sapphic Verse

Imitating four lines marked in poetic mode,

Of sexuality not written in classical profile,

My limerick verse relayed a Sapphic ode,

To a lesbian lifestyle.

– is thought to have been born around 610 BC and came from the town of Mytilene on the island of Lesbos. She is portrayed as a Lesbian, the word perhaps derived from the island where she lived. Her poetry and lyrics were odes to the goddess Aphrodite, about love, including the wedding genre. However, she also wrote about herself and the women of her community, yet very differently from her contemporaries.


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