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 Nov 2019 B D Caissie
Poetress2
When I think of what, a Mother is;
You are at
the top,
of the most special list.
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Your touch is as soft,
as a fluffy, white cloud;
I'm always Blessed,
when you are around.
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You always have time,
to spend with me;
You certainly are,
a Blessing indeed.
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So on this Merry Christmas Mom,
I wish I could give you,
more than this song;
I'd give you the World, I'd give you the Stars,
and I'd help you to see,
how special you are.
 Nov 2019 B D Caissie
Keiri
Dead
 Nov 2019 B D Caissie
Keiri
Speak the language of the dead
Watch me as I die to speak
Hear me cry the things I said
Pray for me on the words I seek

I’ve lost and I’ve found
I’ve mourned and I’ve been bound
Hear not just my words but my sound
Find me inches below the ground

Speak to me from the side of the living
Hear me as I say my goodbyes
The world has offered me a good bidding
But the world has hidden me the lies

I’ve lived and I’ve died
I’ve cheered and I’ve sighed
I’ve been both follower and guide
I haven't been long by your side

On your shoulders I shall rest
For my heart failed you
I have tried my best
So you have seen me through
 Nov 2019 B D Caissie
Keiri
Hear the forests cry.
The leaves who tell their own rhymes.
Only to forget.
A Haiku is:
Be three lines of five syllables, seven syllables, and five syllables.
Contain a nature or seasonal reference.
Be in the present tense (swims rather than swam).
Be subtle and observational.
Contain some sort of twist in the third line.
Not worry about rhyming.
 Nov 2019 B D Caissie
Keiri
Please hide, I will moan my fears and my cries
Even I see, sight is my victory
Fear is what cost me my horrible lies
Darkness is what draws you in my story

Lies have granted me where I am today
I am not me nor I am either you
Deceive is but only my first sur name
I will always regret the force of "true"

But, when I met you in my loathing heart
The light upon your gleaming silver tongue
In my play of pleasure you get your part
Born anew my new life will start from young

It is your light that lights my sour small soul
Heal me, help me, save me, that shall be all
What is a sonnet:
- 14 lines.
- Rhymes. The most common is the Shakespearean rhyme scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
- Meter. Most commonly iambic pentameter. Beginners may count out 10 syllables per line. Real iambic pentameter means five unstressed-stressed units (dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM): “shall I comPARE thee TO a SUMmer’s DAY?” Each unit may be two syllables, but not always, (“it BRILliantly SOARED”). More on meter here.
- A subject and a turn. Most commonly a sonnet will have a focused subject that is explored in the first eight lines, then there will be a shift or turn in the poem that sheds new light on the subject. In Shakespeare’s famous “Sonnet 18” someone’s beauty is compared to a summer’s day in the first eight lines and then the poem shifts to the immortality granted to beauty by poetry.
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