Let's get it on!
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
Poetry Contest Description
Write up to 2 Quaterns
Hello fellow Duppians!
I will be posting my Quatern later today.
dig deep and please try and be as clever as possible.
I am naming names on who I want to compete
specifically! Although EVERYONE is welcome to compete..
1.Crimsin
2.Lady Layla
3.Crowfly
4. Criac Dealer
5.Hadesrising
6.Snugglebuck
7.Todsky
8.Viddax
9 Taryn
10 Nautymouse
11 DiamonddDave
12.David_Macleod
13. Spiltsunsets_XVII
14. Ken
15 Cyndi moore
15 Shakespeare sweet
16. Madame Lavender
17. Alistair
18 Devlin DC
I hope to see at lease a few of you I've listed
Anyone else wishing to compete please bring it!
A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.
line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4
line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8
line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12
line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)
2 WEEKS
1 OR 2 QUATERNS
Good luck to everyone
True Love, Redefined
One day she hopes true love to find,
One soul, one mind, two hearts entwined;
Somewhere out there’s the perfect guy,
For Youth has set her standards high.
He must be rich, handsome, refined,
One day she hopes true love to find;
Yet no one seems to measure up
And disappointment fills her cup.
The years go by, her nights grow long,
Her aging voice sings sorrow’s song.
One day she hopes true love to find,
Her definition redefined;
Simply a plain and faithful friend
To see her to life’s journey’s end;
For though her face with age be lined,
One day she hopes true love to find.
Copyright © 2003 Linda Newman
MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5731
Thanks for the invite & I'll see what I can rustle up!
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
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Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 24th July 2012Forum Posts: 1257
Quatern :- My Favourite Kind Of Day.
This is my favourite kind of day,
Birds happy, sunshine rays, clear skies;
My kitchen smells of pancake batter,
kids flipping pans, laughing joyful sighs.
Mixing eggs, oil and water to flour,
This is my favourite kind of day;
No calls by phone or the door to say,
You're needed now, the office slough.
We'll read and eat, we draw and paint,
With giggles and sniggles, it really is,
This is my favourite kind of day,
The type that blows life's strife away.
The house is in an atrocious mess,
To see happiness nest, smiling away.
I love it all, in it's exploding spray;
This is my favourite kind of day.
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
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Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
Awesome I know you’ll do me proud Madame
Zazz😁👍
Zazz😁👍
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Brilliant Alistair, I truly enjoy the topic and you have that innate ability to bring the reader along for the journey .
Well done!
Good Luck!
Well done!
Good Luck!
MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5731
The Seed Harvester
I set my hands into the Earth,
caressed the soil, for what it’s worth,
and in the furrows, I did plant
seeds of hope to grow where I can’t
see beyond the remains of hurt.
I set my hands into the Earth,
to see, perhaps, if love can grow
and bloom from what my hands did sow.
If flowers come, I’d believe then
a part of life came ‘round, again.
I set my hands into the Earth
for hope and faith to spring from dearth,
but if it is not meant for me
and someone else is sent to reap
my bounty bloomed from toil and dirt;
I set my hands into the Earth.
I set my hands into the Earth,
caressed the soil, for what it’s worth,
and in the furrows, I did plant
seeds of hope to grow where I can’t
see beyond the remains of hurt.
I set my hands into the Earth,
to see, perhaps, if love can grow
and bloom from what my hands did sow.
If flowers come, I’d believe then
a part of life came ‘round, again.
I set my hands into the Earth
for hope and faith to spring from dearth,
but if it is not meant for me
and someone else is sent to reap
my bounty bloomed from toil and dirt;
I set my hands into the Earth.
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JusTim_
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd Jan 2017Forum Posts: 171
Sandy Shore
We met along the sandy shore
your sparkling blue I did adore
that dreamy look I didn't doubt
waves rushing in then rushing out
I wonder what life had in store
we met along the sandy shore
secrets shared under stars of bright
a gleaming hope throughout the night
The sun arose before we knew
you kissing me, I kissing you
we met along the sandy shore
secluded spots we both explore
Holding close as desire craves
we're overcome by crashing waves
romantic scenes one can't ignore
we met along the sandy shore
your sparkling blue I did adore
that dreamy look I didn't doubt
waves rushing in then rushing out
I wonder what life had in store
we met along the sandy shore
secrets shared under stars of bright
a gleaming hope throughout the night
The sun arose before we knew
you kissing me, I kissing you
we met along the sandy shore
secluded spots we both explore
Holding close as desire craves
we're overcome by crashing waves
romantic scenes one can't ignore
we met along the sandy shore
Written by JusTim_
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Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
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Taryn & Jackie
Friendship like ours, is truly deep,
thoughtout the years it’s sure to keep
it can't be broken, thou some have tried,
I have your back and you have mine
free from judgement, it's quite unique,
friendship like ours, is truly deep,
the special kind just like a team
We speak our minds, and dare to dream
soulmates and sisters we don’t compete,
When one is hurt the other bleeds,
friendship like ours, is truly deep,
disloyal drama, we run from these,
blood In blood out, it is our creed,
We take our kidred seriously
a special bond, it is indeed,
friendship like ours, is truly deep,
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
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As always Madame,you never disappoint !
Good luck Malady!
Good luck Malady!
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
Beautiful John, perfect!
Good Luck!
Good Luck!
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
Tim, you really have some serious chops.. really enjoyed!
Good Luck!
Good Luck!
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/314256-plea/
I know I'm not on the invite list, but I thought I'd take a crack at it! nice comp, lady z!
I know I'm not on the invite list, but I thought I'd take a crack at it! nice comp, lady z!
Zazzles
Broomie
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Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
It’s open to everyone Daisy and as always you bring it! Glad to see you good luck !
It’s up to two if wanna write another 👍
It’s up to two if wanna write another 👍
ReggiePoet
Reggie
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Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Joined 13th May 2018Forum Posts: 364
Not Any More
quatern
Je ne veux plus de ton amour,
I lost the fire of your pursuit!
Burned by delusions of grandeur,
My good name, now in disrepute!
I broke the grip of passion’s chain,
Je ne veux plus de ton amour!
My will was spent to end your reign.
Now watch me walking out the door.
I’ve silenced you, my raconteur,
In solitude, I found release.
Je ne veux plus de ton amour,
A temporary, secret peace!
Now, drink the final parting glass,
I swear to love you nevermore!
Return to your own social class!
Je ne veux plus de ton amour!
Je ne veux plus de ton amour,
I lost the fire of your pursuit!
Burned by delusions of grandeur,
My good name, now in disrepute!
I broke the grip of passion’s chain,
Je ne veux plus de ton amour!
My will was spent to end your reign.
Now watch me walking out the door.
I’ve silenced you, my raconteur,
In solitude, I found release.
Je ne veux plus de ton amour,
A temporary, secret peace!
Now, drink the final parting glass,
I swear to love you nevermore!
Return to your own social class!
Je ne veux plus de ton amour!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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