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Triolet

Insiderew
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Three wise men 3x triolet

Thus Herod spoke to three wise men
'' Seek, so... that, I shall, also find...    
 this 'king,' soon born in Bethlehem''    
 thus Herod spoke to three wise men.    
    
'' We bring gifts for Him and Amen    
 the Redeemer of human kind.''    
 thus Herod spoke to three wise men,    
'' Seek, so... that, I shall, also find...''    
                              *    
They travelled on, followed a Star    
 bearing gifts from the Orient,    
 Melchior's gold, Myrrh? Balthalzar    
 they traveled on, followed a Star,    
     
Gaspar's Frankincense, all, came far    
 Indus, Arabs, Persia, all sent,    
 they traveled on, followed a Star,    
 bearing gifts from the Orient.    
                                *    
In a Bethlehem stable stood    
 to laud the Jewish King with gifts,    
 they themselves were of royal blood    
 in a Bethlehem stable stood,    
     
To bow to Jesus's godhood    
 in a stable, manger for crib,    
 in a Bethlehem stable stood    
 to laud the Jewish King with gifts.
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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
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Insiderew
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Triolets X 3

There is no silent holy night
the song of Xmas rings out false      
just rattling tills at shopping sites      
there is no silent holy night.     
Traffic noise reaches dreadful heights    
from shopping site to shopping malls,      
there is no silent holy night    
the song of Xmas rings out false.      
                                *      
The Minster choir sings Christmas hymns      
stirring this dead stone holy hall      
raising voices in praise of Him      
the Minster choir sings Christmas hymns.      
The congregation moved to sing      
here I sit utter nought at all,    
the Minster choir sings Christmas hymns      
stirring this dead stone holy hall.      
                                  *      
When my parents were above ground      
magic bells rang those Christmas nights      
carol singers sang lovely sounds      
when my parents were above ground      
until the silent night crashed down      
and killed the fairies and their lights    
when my parents were above ground      
magic bells rang those Christmas nights.
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javalini
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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
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Insiderew
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Hi,
regarding the simplified rules it might be a good idea to set a syllable count per line so that all entrants have the same chance.
If this is beyond what you are prepared to go then please ignore this note.
regards from rew

The_Silly_Sibyl
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Insiderew said:Hi,
regarding the simplified rules it might be a good idea to set a syllable count per line so that all entrants have the same chance.
If this is beyond what you are prepared to go then please ignore this note.
regards from rew


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.

Insiderew
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Thank you for response.

XiaoLong
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This is fun... I’ll have a go!

XiaoLong
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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
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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
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Thanks for the entries thus far, guys!

WordWeaver
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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.
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Across the Stars

She sings her songs across the stars
waits to hear his shining reply.
Her hope that he won’t see the scars –  
she sings her songs across the stars.    
The wish? The plan? The music? “Ours.    
Let him from the gods be supplied…”  
She sings her songs across the stars  
waits to hear his shining reply.    
   
So he listens long and slow and wide  
before he sings his far flung dreams:  
He wants her to know she need not hide  
so he listens long and slow and wide.    
He knows, as fact, that if they tried  
their careful eyes would flash and gleam.    
So he listens long and slow and wide  
before he sings his far flung dreams.    
   
Together they fly and swirl and sing  
a cosmic dance for all the ages.  
Amidst the dark, these two souls cling –  
together they fly and swirl and sing.  
For this love, their thanks they bring  
to be written upon Time’s pages.    
Together they fly and swirl and sing  
a cosmic dance for all the ages.
Written by DaisyGrace
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The_Silly_Sibyl
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Across the Stars

She sings her songs across the stars
waits to hear his shining reply.
Her hope that he won’t see the scars –  
she sings her songs across the stars.    
The wish? The plan? The music? “Ours.    
Let him from the gods be supplied…”  
She sings her songs across the stars  
waits to hear his shining reply.    
   
So he listens long and slow and wide  
before he sings his far flung dreams:  
He wants her to know she need not hide  
so he listens long and slow and wide.    
He knows, as fact, that if they tried  
their careful eyes would flash and gleam.    
So he listens long and slow and wide  
before he sings his far flung dreams.    
   
Together they fly and swirl and sing  
a cosmic dance for all the ages.  
Amidst the dark, these two souls cling –  
together they fly and swirl and sing.  
For this love, their thanks they bring  
to be written upon Time’s pages.    
Together they fly and swirl and sing  
a cosmic dance for all the ages.
Written by DaisyGrace
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DaisyGrace said:

Thanks for your entry, DG!

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Related submission no longer exists.
I hope this is third person enough Jack, if not, no worries.


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

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