A classic sonnet about feeling alone while camping, or something like that.
I wish that I could release a new poem every day, but my writing process is such that it takes about a year for me to go through my entire process with each poem I publish. Every week though, I'll share one.
Tell me, what does this poem remind you of? What is your favorite line?
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I published a #chapbook of #FormalPoetry!
Please consider #buying a copy if it interests you.
The #poems are #sonnets, #villanelles, and other #MeteredVerse.
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I published a chapbook of formal poetry titled "Once, Did I Find Someone Like You." Mainly #villanelles, #sonnets, and other metered poems.
Please consider purchasing a copy if it sounds appealing. Nineteen poems total.
Thank you
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"I walked along the shore and gazed to sea,
and wondered whence I’d come and where I’d go;
my love walked close, and watched the waves with me..."
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Amazing, moving set of four #poems by Teri Vela in @villaineralit.bsky.social:
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The young at tables gather and enlist, Their ready muscles eager now to serve, Reports from battle tightening their fist, Deciding with unripe, ignited nerve. The old look on, saluting at this chance, Reliving stronger days campaigning proud, Supplied a hope of enmity's advance, Their retribution decades disallowed. But such contempt to slaughter grows with age; These new combatants fight with elders' heart, Convinced their foes correctly earn their rage, When they themselves contain no vengeful part. With borrowed hate, the able sign to spar, While those with cause in combat praise afar.
"The young at tables gather and enlist"
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When engineers devise a pre-made mold For wheelwrights, so they need not show such skill Constructing spokes from wood as methods old, For simpler craft, most workers sell their will. With those who keep tradition out of pride, Their hammers, saws, and aching spines remain, Refusing to their practiced shaping hide Within some novice act that lacks the pain. Though, fitting on the carriage each a wheel, One from machine, and one from blistered hand, An equal use do rolling both reveal, And neither does the maker's heart demand. So long as they intended operate, Naught matters in the process to create.
"When engineers devise a premade mold"
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"Hail, King! I am Saggath the Stout! My axe to giants' breasts I heave, Before me, dragons timid rout; The horror I shall cleave! The horror I shall cleave, By sole esteemed your leave!" "Hail, King! I am Chalam the Chaste! No vixen of the hungry Hells May tempt me with fell fruits to taste; My bulwark sin repels! My bulwark sin repels, Where'er her cunning swells!" "Hail, King! I am Wilnir the Wise! Through ancient craft, I manage flame, And pull the lightning from the skies; This honor mine I claim! This honor mine I claim, For nought of gold or fame!" "Your virtues high I now have seen, And recognize your strength in war, But none of you may intervene; Away, and speak no more! Away, and speak no more, Until you pass my door!" "My liege, you have discarded all! Such worthy men to carry weight Of black this burden leave your hall; Now must we simply wait! Now must we simply wait, For you have set our fate!" "Blame not my seeming-wicked choice, As none had come until you pled; A saviour heeds no royal voice; No heroes here have tread! No heroes here have tread, For he would bear a head!"
"Wisdom of a King" 17-22 of 22
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"My king has to his chamber bed Retired, in blackest, stifling grief, While yet the daemon flesh is fed; In sleep waits no relief! In sleep waits no relief, But phasing nightmares brief! His spirit crumbles at the face Of sharp that terror reaving wild -- I must his absent role replace; As fleeting monarch styled! As fleeting monarch styled, Through messengers beguiled! "You! Call your errand-riders swift! Our majesty seeks mighty aid; Speed to each township with this gift; Heed this His Highness bade! Heed this His Highness bade, To Heroes Five persuade!" ------ "Advisor, you, against my urge, Have these, my finest subjects brought! How had you made them here converge? So be it.. they you sought! So be it.. they you sought, For victory or nought!" "Apologies, my lord, but see: As you predicted, they refuse To band in single company; Among them might you choose! Among them might you choose, Rejecting those who lose!" "Well then, approach, and I shall scale Your prowess with the creature's own. He must be skillful, bold and hale; You all by deeds are known! You all by deeds are known, But one must go alone!" "Hail, King! I am Bodoc the Brave! Of villains slain I proud may boast, Of enemies hurled to the grave; Watch me, of all your host! Watch me, of all your host, I strike with rule the most!" "Hail, King! I am Derrin the Dour! You may exhibit any feat, You may the whole of this realm scour; I am the blade elite! I am the blade elite, That will the monster beat!"
"Wisdom of a King" 9-16 of 22
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"I tremble in the shadow, lord, Thick-thrown upon the land and crown, To so report, as loyal ward; The kingdom crumbles down! The kingdom crumbles down, In ruin black and brown!" "Indeed, the daemon we oppose Gluts heartily on kin and beast. With each corpse eaten, yet it grows; A foul and evil feast! A foul and evil feast, Of which we know the least!" "My counsel, if you grant it, sire: Here champions dwell, each fit of frame, Who answer ernest pleas and dire; If they to court now came! If they to court now came, That fiend their might would tame!" "Alas, though plain in word, a quest Would forfeit yet our swiftest scout, And blood would muffle his behest; The daemon skulks about! The daemon skulks about, Collapsing plans in doubt!" "Not so! The creature reaves away, In countries far from heroes' homes; Your hand must not this idle stay; It elsewhere distant roams! It elsewhere distant roams, To sunder other loams!" "But, though we could those sword-arms bring, They battle in distinct their spheres; They bow apart before their king; Such stubborn fools' careers! Such stubborn fools' careers, To war without their peers!" "But lord! Our knights, in ordered file, Have broken 'pon the monster's wrath, And heap now in a fetid pile; Stewed in a bloody bath! Stewed in a bloody bath, That soaks your castle's path!" "I say we cannot reach their hearts, For each shall beat off from the rest, If yet they pump to living parts; A rigid, futile test! A rigid, futile test, To that grim devil best!"
"Wisdom of a King" 1-8 of 22
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They lean agape toward where must there glow, Like grass-stalks worshipping beloved Sun That in them will imbue what all they know -- To be alive, and nothing else be done; Entranced, they blot out any other sight Or sound, bewitched by screen of sky alone, To beast or sickle, or to creeping blight Aloof, as if for light had they been sown, Their lurching beings to that orb of gold Devoted; bricks that make the rest of Earth, For shine they not, in corners crumble cold, As they could not compare in common worth, And when beholden fire succumbs to sleep, For morning do they pray, and dreaming weep.
"They lean agape toward where must there glow"
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Disdained that ink I shape upon this page Relies on such a bitter source. That paint Could color else a brighter scene's visage, But wallow in a dull, constricting taint, And stone might model with some purposed pose Away from marble carvings of despair. That all the spheres of Art within its throes Of sorrow wrack, I mourn their showing fair; Once bells, now voices wailing for a soul, What stories pocked with laws by which to live - Such magic! Lost! A void yet guilted hole Remains where beauty freely chose to give. My pen despises me for forcing this, For, meanwhile, other splendors does it miss.
I've been in the process of moving, so posts may be a bit fewer and farther between for a little.
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Whose breath abandoned its appointed post At cell of flesh wherein laments the soul That shuffle garments sewn to please a ghost In this place, venue of their second role? The sleeves tailored to press your hands as one, Arrested by the Lord for passage clear Of they who had their vessel here undone, Then lift your palms to hide a wayward tear Crease too for sorting papers to a tray And catching head, its brittle muscle sapped By leeches born of text and walls of gray – The coffin where you sit forever trapped; So, garb designed for grave sites you adorn To visit yours at light of every morn.
"Whose breath abandoned its appointed post"
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17 Returned to branch and thinned its moss, The panther, smacking tongue, curled lies, Its waving tail cascading gloss Of blazing copper skies; As phoenix falling dies, It drifts toward its setting line, Igniting sphere in plumes of flame, Too hot for blue to safe confine, And melts its searing frame - Will rise it all the same When heavens next combine. 18 From cloudless, darkening expanse, Those which had blended now emerge, And speckle Sky with flickers' dance - The astral bodies surge As twilight's planes converge, Their trade of colors cuing troupe; Familiar company in tune, By size and shape, a single group Announcing coming Moon, Inducing Sun to swoon Through symphony in loop. 19 No grunts complain from navy shade, No caws shrill slice through stuffy boughs, Old shouts and twitters cease, forbade By peace the gloam endows; As other musics rouse, The players of the day retire, Their clamoring for night too strong; Rough growls and shrieks from Sun-lit choir To dusk do not belong - Replaced with smoother song, For now, their notes expire. 20 The trials of its splendor done, Its tests of mettle sown in soil, Ensconced in garb by faeries spun, Uncovers rich its spoil, Removing risk and toil, Relieving atmosphere of weight; In tranquil pillars' silhouette, This verdant temple holds its state Of iridescent jet - The Jungle slumbers yet To verse again create.
"Song of the Jungle" 17-20
This completes the poem. Thank you for reading! I will be adding alt text from now on as well.
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These are four stanzas of 20 comprising a poem called "Song of the Jungle" that I will post in entirety and succession over the next days.
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Text (poetry): A. A. Rubin Never Ever Walk the Leadoff Batter "Never ever walk the leadoff batter," Daddy explains as I watch my first game These are the things that really do matter. The high school playofts, I am the catcher— To the pitcher, my dad's words I declaim, "Never ever walk the leadoff batter." About the game we always could chatter; From other issues wed often refrain. These are the things that really do matter. The Sox, cursed, never won when it mattered. Hed yell at the screen and loudly exclaim, "Never ever walk the leadoff batter!" Dad died in '03, they won the year after— Elation! It (nearly) covered the pain. These are the things that really do matter. Up in the stands, I pass on to my daughter, And to my son who bears Daddy's name, "Never, ever walk the leadoff batter." These are the things that really do matter.
The cover of the Spring 2024 issue of Spitball Magazine. (No 94) a baseball player, wearing a batting helmet, screaming. Gray border.
My #vilanelle Never Ever Walk The Leadoff batter, a #poem about #baseball and my father, was published in Spitball last spring. Here it is, in honor of #OpeningDay.
#mlb #baseballisback #poeteycommunity #formalpoetry #mlbopeningday
"Interest"
I became extremely frustrated when I started writing poetry because I could not compare with the classic works I read in school. Ridiculous, I know, but youth can demand perfection.
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So honored to have my Epome curated @ witchery - Soflopojo for February of 2025. Fresh #poetry. Honored Lenny DellaRocca curated this. www.southfloridapoetryjournal.com/witchery.html When we get there we'll turn on the Heat ... #poetry #poetrycommunity #concretepoetry #formalpoetry #onesentencepoems
The placement of that final “Again”. The displacement of the final “You”. The caesura of the final line. These subtle shifts in the final stanza land so perfectly. #Poetry #FormalPoetry #WarPoetry
Once in a while I like to do a month of poetic forms. I have a list of 30 forms I use. Let me know if you'd like to join in this April
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Answer to What is loose iambic pentameter and what are the rules? by Keir Fabian #IambicPentameter #poetry #rhythm #FormalPoetry #scansion www.quora.com/What-is-loos...
