Alaeha Posted May 19, 2003 Report Posted May 19, 2003 This'll be interesting... If you've ever heard of Ottava Rima (Which probably translates as something roughly similar to "Eight-lined rhymes" or some such) I'm stealing the rhyme scheme of that. This is a "style" that I taught my Writing class at school. A true Ottava Rima is written in Iambic Pentameter, but I won't hold you to it if you don't like Iambs or any such. The rhyme scheme is ABABABCC, or (if you will) a quatrain and a half (using the same rhymes of course) followed by a couplet. Here's an example: Procrastinating 'til the time had come, and then run out, he cursed the clock. And then to make the point in "style", bit his thumb before returning focus to his pen. Though he was called ridiculous by some, he knew not who, or where, not even when. It didn't bother him, for it was true that he was silly. If they only knew...
Psimon Posted May 23, 2003 Report Posted May 23, 2003 Ok... ok... it took me a while but I think I've nailed it to the wall here... Check it. Ninja-style The Gift ****************** I sit here still and watch my family and wonder much at all I've been given. Beloved wife with children 'pon her knee, a gift that surely came from God, not men - from wondrous place I hope one day to see. A gift most undeserved held me again - refused to let me go and nor do I wish to release it, let it pass me by.
Peredhil Posted May 23, 2003 Report Posted May 23, 2003 Feels all gushy at Psimon's romantic poem, but refocuses. When events conspire to thwap your mind And Reality checks in to your brain's attic, It's times like these that you will find You're flapping gills, looking quite like a haddock. While communications stay clear and kind Keep sentences short, and really quite emphatic. In such worldy techniques anyone could mentor, Heh, what works for me? Keeping God at my center!
Nobody of Consequence Posted May 23, 2003 Report Posted May 23, 2003 The reasons why a beer is good are almost far too many to count. It takes the place of lesser foods. It bubbles like a sacred fount. It elevates a lesser mood. And when my bed I'm wont to mount with maiden beer has found and wooed, the glasses rosy head off rue: her glasses rosy remain, too.
Ayshela Posted May 23, 2003 Report Posted May 23, 2003 The day will come, of that i have no doubt when you will stand and simply say goodbye and i will watch the door as you walk out with nothing left to say but one last sigh we may not care to say what it's about just know that things have changed, now you and i will try to find words to apologize as tears flow endlessly from hazel eyes
Salinye Posted May 24, 2003 Report Posted May 24, 2003 OOC: I didn't NOT use imbianic Pentameter (or whatever that's called) out of dislike, I simply am not adept with it yet to confidently use that style. :0) As always, thank you for the challenge!! A tender kiss you place upon my lips. I hold you close as you wipe my tears. A held back sob does audibly slip, Finally able to let go of pent up fears. Not knowing if you'd return from that ship, Lost to me forever, after all these years. Welcome home, the love of my heart. Now let us pray never again to part.
Quincunx Posted May 27, 2003 Report Posted May 27, 2003 A Rosemary poem: Diabolist You cannot draw demonic out of me. You summoned these from there, you're now aware, And all are irrevokable. Don't flee. All will pursue and neverending flare. Now you are halo'd with these sinning three. The common, noble, holy--all will curse, But what can mortal weakly do you worse?
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