#terzanelle
No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
I’d like to be your lover, that thought I have entreated.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
To be with you is a dream that I must see completed.
Please take me to your bedroom, and then could you predomine?
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Kinkiness in rhyming isn’t really all that common.
Schmoopy Doopy cutie pie, you cause me much prostration.
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
My lovey dovey honeypot, you’re my motivation.
Missing you was all it took to tell you’re my Ophir.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
You know you are my everything, I think it’s very clear.
Sometimes, we won’t do things because I can be a Stentor.
How many licks does it take to reach your gooey centre?
No easy way to say this, you fill me up with ardour.
Terzanelles are hard, but when I think of you I’m harder.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
Medusa, how your sisters suffer still
We hope, because in you, we see ourselves
Our stories transform, as yours always will
Your myth eternal-shifts on steady shelves
Our female thermostat for social mores
We hope, because in you, we see ourselves
Bewitching minx, besmirched Athena’s laws
Woman-judged and hexed when male-defiled
Our female thermostat for social mores
Mortal monster, murdered and reviled
Early poster child for victim’s curse
Woman-judged and hexed when male-defiled
Beheaded gorgon, potent beauty birthed
A sister sign of fury, seen at last
Early poster child for victim’s curse
From villain crone rebuilt, crusader-cast
Medusa, how your sisters suffer still
A sister sign of fury, seen at last
Our stories transform, as yours always will
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 2:14 AM UTC
All great creative storytellers know,
As you do, Adams, Asimov, and Wells,
The time machine was built so long ago
Expression chassis, tonal power cells,
The primary engine, sending us with word,
As you do, Adams, Asimov, and Wells
The second engine, flashback, and a third
—portend, exhausts each piston-fired clue,
The primary engine, sending us with word
The epoch steering, future or review,
Remember back, or forward fantasy
Portend exhausts each piston-fired clue
Captain Imagine, Wingman Memory,
With engines run on image, tone, and phrase,
Remember back, or forward fantasy
Like Atwood, Pratchett, Liu, and Philip K,
All great creative storytellers know,
With engines run on image, tone, and phrase,
The time machine was built so long ago
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC
Blue and white and orange and white
And songs and coffee and tears
Keep together my daily plight
I’d add you to my list of fears
But I don’t want to miss your laughs
And songs and coffee and tears
I’d split my soul into two neat halves
And hand me to you on a platter
But I don’t want to miss your laughs
I know that it would need to matter
If you were to open up one day
And hand you to me on a platter
I’ll model the place we’re in like clay
And slowly, slowly seep me out
If you were to open up one day
I’d take good notice of the route
Blue and white and orange and white
Would slowly, slowly seep us out
Keep together my daily plight
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC
Launch a caustic haiku turned flailed terzanelle
Three lines of blather from a piqued poet’s feather
Skillful syllables omit nature; gone straight to hell
Obsession sketching rhythms rhyme then measure
An ink blot parking lot commencing to swell
Three lines of blather from a piqued poet’s feather
Jot, “Not the verse that got away!” I yell
Prosodic and onomatopoeic
An ink blot parking lot commencing to swell
Fingertips that linger quips mythopoeic
Bring monochroic wars of subtle allure
Prosodic and onomatopoeic
My iambic pentameter’s amateur
I’m done with these words, ink, terms altogether
Bring monochroic wars of subtle allure
To ponded frog on a bough’s frond, any weather
Launch a caustic haiku turned flailed terzanelle
I’m done with these words, ink, terms altogether
Skillful syllables omit nature; gone straight to hell.
A. Paige White 6/1/20
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
An overgrowth will suffocate existence
Emergence only comes with brutal slashes
An overgrowth will suffocate existence
In order that we rise above the ashes
A spark must then be set to light the fire
Emergence only comes with brutal slashes
A river choked with weeds becomes a mire
When blood is still, the spirit's soon departed
A spark must then be set to light the fire
Facilitate the broken, bleeding-hearted
The greatest gift in desperate circumstances
When blood is still, the spirit's soon departed
Like croupiers we hedge against the chances
And foul whatever hope could be aspired
The greatest gift in desperate circumstances
The lesson taken yesterday's expired
An overgrowth will suffocate existence
And foul whatever hope could be aspired
An overgrowth will suffocate existence
rc
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds |
Under the roofs people sleep with their eyes shut tight |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |
Here my imagination took its feathery flight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |
The moon steals out the stories in inspiration’s sack |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |
Improvisation opened his iridescent lips for a bite |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |
Legends, myths, and superstitions find me with consternations |
In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds|
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
We tend to land wherever we are hurled.
I lost the will to count on the unseen
when I became a man and met the world.
To tell the truth, it left me caught between
maturity and blind and childlike faith
I lost the will to count on the unseen.
Beliefs and conscience haunted like a wraith.
I struggled with identity and trust,
maturity, and blind and childlike faith.
Alas, in time, we all learn what we must,
and give ourselves no small amount of grief.
I struggled with identity and trust.
Was it for self or kin I claimed belief?
We tend to ask ourselves what we can't know,
and give ourselves no small amount of grief.
Maturity, it seems, just comes on slow-
we tend to ask ourselves what we can't know.
We tend to land wherever we are hurled.
When I became a man and met the world.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
An alarm arrives like a storm through
leaves and petals -- not a cry nor a
wail -- a Tarzan yell, soulfully blue.
This exhalation, an incision parts the flora,
signals strength and the brave crash through
leaves and petals -- not a cry nor a
shout -- a command to a holy war, deja vu!
Don't reason, don't doubt; our unity
signals strength and the brave crash through
walls of oppression, injustice, and iniquity.
Leave judgment for history, glory for the survivors!
Don't reason, don't doubt; our unity
shall overcome the rants of disloyal liars,
who succumb to cowardice disguised as reasons!
Leave judgment for history, glory for the survivors!
Bury the past, honor the call! Onward Legions,
to exterminate the foreigners of another faith!
The final solution, a resolution: Heed the heathen's
wail -- a Tarzan yell, soulfully blue!
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
Hear my words, let them steep into your soul,
Unlock the door, serve them your finest wine
Life is full of strange beauty, this I know
The demon will come, but you will be fine
The angel will come, just never on time
Unlock the door, serve them your finest wine
Life is the time, and living is the crime,
and the beauty in living is simple.
The angel will come, just never on time,
her wicked wings will scare off the sickle,
Simply living is beautiful itself,
and the beauty in living is simple,
easy to do with good wine on the shelf,
I’m at a loss for a better adage,
Simply living is beautiful itself,
This is for those of you who wish to live,
Hear my words, let them steep into your soul
I’m at a loss for a better adage,
Life is full of strange beauty, this I know.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
They say it's foolish to love you, my dear
I don't have the right to fall into you
I am sure this time, in my heart it is clear
And all I know is to love, I really do
We have differences, there's a gap between us
I don't have the right to fall into you
I know they would say, it wouldn't last
And all they see is trouble in this connection
We have differences, there's a gap between us
I know what they see is our imperfection
Though they criticize how I feel for you
And all they see is trouble in this connection
Please don't hear what they say, please don't go
No matter what happens, I am still the one
Though they criticize how I feel for you
I just want to love you the best that I can
They say it's foolish to love you, my dear
No matter what happens, I am still the one
I am sure this time, in my heart it is clear.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC