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javalini
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Triolet

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slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 43awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
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Sing an advent song

As I sing my lonely advent song
 echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
 time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess

A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's

Loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
the duet, missing you so much around
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
mistakes, no more on me rebound
 seek a new love, one who will bewitch
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
Written by slipalong
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javalini
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 4th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 214

DEADLINE (triolets in 3rd person)

he wondered why he always choked
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up
he cursed and stood and lit a smoke
he wondered why he always choked
when bills were due and he was broke
he sipped cold coffee from his cup
he wondered why he always choked
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up

he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack
"all hooked," he thought, "the writer's fate"
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and poured a drink, for it was late
and he could have a heart attack
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack

what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
of whiskey, gin, or wine, or rum
what to do when words won't come
he'd smoke a doob if he had some
those editors could kiss his ass
what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
Written by javalini
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Fire of Insight
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Joined 30th July 2015
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Hi! Thank you for the suggestion. What would a syllable count accomplish, exactly? I'm judging based on adherence to form and general quality, so if a line has an excessive amount of syllables that would be a mark against the poem anyway.

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XiaoLong
Thought Provoker
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Joined 25th Jan 2019
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This is fun... I’ll have a go!

XiaoLong
Thought Provoker
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Joined 25th Jan 2019
Forum Posts: 92

Triolets of Passion I

the mystic golden hue
ohh! my dear sweet amber
yet, I have got no clue?
the mystic golden hue
it’s time I paid my dues
sweet passion of September
the mystic golden hue
ohh! my dear sweet amber

feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness
devour the succulent in all darkness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
tasting a fruit with all its madness
oh! sweet Amber my dear sweetness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness

the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
breaking it apart, ohh so wonderful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
the triolets of passion, it is eventful
the store of the underground, how fruitful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
Written by XiaoLong
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XiaoLong
Thought Provoker
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Triolets Of Passion II

the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon  
Ohh.. she gives me fuel, yeah.. she gives me fire,  
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
triolets of passion, taste me however you desire  
the scent of a sweet fruit, my heart is it’s beacon
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon  
 
light me up, embracing the flame  
tear me up, in the end the game is fame  
sweet Amber the passion fruit, that’s it’s name!  
light me up, embracing the flame  
devour it gently or violently, there is no shame  
taste the triolets and for no one is to blame  
light me up, embracing the flame  
tear me up, in the end the game is fame  
 
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste  
passion may lead me to all sorts of trouble  
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
golden hue of succulence, it’s pleasure a chuckle  
maybe it is pure haste, for the fruit that I yet to taste  
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste
Written by XiaoLong
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 2awards
Joined 30th July 2015
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Thanks for the entries thus far, guys!

WordWeaver
Strange Creature
United Kingdom
Joined 13th Dec 2020
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Love Is Dead And Makes No Sound

A   Love lays dead upon the ground
B    His heart has been ripped out yet again
A    Pride rarely even makes a sound
A    Love lays dead on the ground
A    Faith is nowhere to be found  
B    Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A    Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B    His heart has been ripped out yet again.
Written by WordWeaver
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DaisyGrace
Dangerous Mind
United States 18awards
Joined 29th Mar 2017
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 2awards
Joined 30th July 2015
Forum Posts: 687

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DaisyGrace said:https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/406473-across-the-stars/

Thanks for your entry, DG!

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 3000

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I hope this is third person enough Jack, if not, no worries.


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/406724-rebirth-of-she/

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