Triolet Poems
#triolet
Triolet poems, use the centuries old triolet form, written on a variety of subjects. Triolet poems most often comprise of a single stanza, eight lines in length, with an ABaAabAB rhyme scheme. A triolet's first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, so too are it's second and final lines. This in turn means that the opening and closing couplets of the poem are identical.
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Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 11:37am
19th Dec 2023 11:37am
xmas. triolet
There are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas ring out false,
just rattling tills at shopping sites
there are no silent, holy nights.
Traffic noise reaches dreadful heights
from shopping site to shopping mall,
there are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas, ring out false.
The Minster choir sings xmas hymns
stirring this cold stone holy hall,
raising voices in praise of him
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns.
The congregation moved to sing
but I utter sweet bugger all,
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns ...
the songs of xmas ring out false,
just rattling tills at shopping sites
there are no silent, holy nights.
Traffic noise reaches dreadful heights
from shopping site to shopping mall,
there are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas, ring out false.
The Minster choir sings xmas hymns
stirring this cold stone holy hall,
raising voices in praise of him
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns.
The congregation moved to sing
but I utter sweet bugger all,
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns ...
#triolet
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Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 12:55pm
18th Dec 2023 12:55pm
Is There Life on Mars?
Such barren fields of verse eye sees
the only crop is withered angst
all fertilized by me! me! me!
such arid lines of verse to read,
Aye', and here's the rub writ on sleeves
and at the risk of seeming crank,
seek outside self just look and see
then you might write some poetry.
I swear I'd see more life on Mars
dumb robots squeak much sweeter tunes,
no trilling larks but lasting marks
than those writ here without a spark,
no canals for sure so no barques
no maid Thuvia too or Barsoom.
it seems to me the...
the only crop is withered angst
all fertilized by me! me! me!
such arid lines of verse to read,
Aye', and here's the rub writ on sleeves
and at the risk of seeming crank,
seek outside self just look and see
then you might write some poetry.
I swear I'd see more life on Mars
dumb robots squeak much sweeter tunes,
no trilling larks but lasting marks
than those writ here without a spark,
no canals for sure so no barques
no maid Thuvia too or Barsoom.
it seems to me the...
#rhyming
#CallToAction
#triolet
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Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 11:10pm
16th Dec 2023 11:10pm
The Three Wise Men
Thus Herod spake to three wise men
‘’Seek, so that I, might also...find...
this ‘’king’’ soon born in Bethlehem’’
thus Herod spake to three wise men.
‘’We bring gifts for Him and Amen,
this Savior of human-kind’’
thus Herod spake to Three Wise Men
‘’Seek... so...that I might, also, find…’’
*
They travelled on, followed a Star,
bearing gifts from the Orient
Melchior’s gold, Myrrh? Balthazar,
they travelled on, followed a Star
Gaspar’s Frankincense,...
‘’Seek, so that I, might also...find...
this ‘’king’’ soon born in Bethlehem’’
thus Herod spake to three wise men.
‘’We bring gifts for Him and Amen,
this Savior of human-kind’’
thus Herod spake to Three Wise Men
‘’Seek... so...that I might, also, find…’’
*
They travelled on, followed a Star,
bearing gifts from the Orient
Melchior’s gold, Myrrh? Balthazar,
they travelled on, followed a Star
Gaspar’s Frankincense,...
#triolet
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Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 6:43pm
16th Dec 2023 6:43pm
Penned
So sweet a life, it is, when hand
is free to wave or wield a pen,
not at command of any man
so sweet a life it is when hand,
May merely wave its magic wand
and have a man completely penned,
so sweet a life it is my hand
is free to wave or wield a pen...
is free to wave or wield a pen,
not at command of any man
so sweet a life it is when hand,
May merely wave its magic wand
and have a man completely penned,
so sweet a life it is my hand
is free to wave or wield a pen...
#TruthOfLife
#triolet
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Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
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Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 7:02pm
5th Dec 2023 7:02pm
Triolet X 3
Triolet i
I've had my three-score year and ten
will I have strength for any more?
well, those years will not come again,
I've had my three-score year and ten.
All labour and sadness but, then,
dare I reach out and try for four-score
I've had my three-score year and ten
will I have any strength for any more?
Triolet ii
I wish I was a simple dream
never needing to waken up,
knowing nothing of this world's schemes
I wish I was a simple dream,
Not knowing of eternity
needing...
I've had my three-score year and ten
will I have strength for any more?
well, those years will not come again,
I've had my three-score year and ten.
All labour and sadness but, then,
dare I reach out and try for four-score
I've had my three-score year and ten
will I have any strength for any more?
Triolet ii
I wish I was a simple dream
never needing to waken up,
knowing nothing of this world's schemes
I wish I was a simple dream,
Not knowing of eternity
needing...
#triolet
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Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 9:03pm
23rd Nov 2023 9:03pm
potus
This fascist state is sure to come
if d j trump be president,
with fundamental vp Johnson
this fascist state is sure to come,
and clarence thomas will have fun
destroying lots of amendments,
this fascist state is sure to come
if d j trump be president.
if d j trump be president,
with fundamental vp Johnson
this fascist state is sure to come,
and clarence thomas will have fun
destroying lots of amendments,
this fascist state is sure to come
if d j trump be president.
#triolet
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Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 7:32pm
23rd Nov 2023 7:32pm
The Masquerade
The supermarket masquerades
as parades of stores on high streets,
wherein shop keepers ply their trades
in supermarket masquerade,
Where newsagents and florist played
by assistants and so discrete,
one thinks ' shop-keepers ' portrayed
in supermarket masquerade.
And the butcher with their sharp blades
pretends they've prepared cuts of meat,
they are merely playing charades
of destroyed shops on high-streets.
And I have seen how these degrade
and make desert of the high street, ...
as parades of stores on high streets,
wherein shop keepers ply their trades
in supermarket masquerade,
Where newsagents and florist played
by assistants and so discrete,
one thinks ' shop-keepers ' portrayed
in supermarket masquerade.
And the butcher with their sharp blades
pretends they've prepared cuts of meat,
they are merely playing charades
of destroyed shops on high-streets.
And I have seen how these degrade
and make desert of the high street, ...
#CallToAction
#triolet
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Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 8:34pm
21st Nov 2023 8:34pm
c**try Cusins
They were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score
mostly wore nuttin' but big grins
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins.
We'ell o' course he just slipt right in
Gramps sez ''she's a fine lil' 'hore''
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score.
*
When Maw'n Paw were jest the two
but he made me'n now there's more
jest like ol' cuntry cusins do
when Maw'n Paw were jest the two.
...
'n I guess they sure knew the score
mostly wore nuttin' but big grins
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins.
We'ell o' course he just slipt right in
Gramps sez ''she's a fine lil' 'hore''
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score.
*
When Maw'n Paw were jest the two
but he made me'n now there's more
jest like ol' cuntry cusins do
when Maw'n Paw were jest the two.
...
#triolet
#parody
#funny
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Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 7:47pm
23rd Oct 2023 7:47pm
I Heard a Wealthy Man
I heard a wealthy man just now
say '' Hey,' you've taken free speech away
you're killers of free speech, somehow''
I heard a wealthy man just now.
Gobby voices all cry out, "WoW!
what happened to free speech today?''
I heard a wealthy voice just now
"Say', you've taken free speech away!"
~~
Is right to take Chumps speech away?
I can not say I can not tell,
the world's worst loser, I heard him say,
before they took his voice away,
and again, in his silenced...
say '' Hey,' you've taken free speech away
you're killers of free speech, somehow''
I heard a wealthy man just now.
Gobby voices all cry out, "WoW!
what happened to free speech today?''
I heard a wealthy voice just now
"Say', you've taken free speech away!"
~~
Is right to take Chumps speech away?
I can not say I can not tell,
the world's worst loser, I heard him say,
before they took his voice away,
and again, in his silenced...
#triolet
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Poem Published
25th Sep 2023 10:23pm
25th Sep 2023 10:23pm
A pair of classical thingies (one's a triolet)
The minotaur
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
Oh, poor Echo...
She nattered, an error,
and in angering Hera
was cursed to parrot tongues,
She fell for a fella
in love with his mirror,
and pined...
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
Oh, poor Echo...
She nattered, an error,
and in angering Hera
was cursed to parrot tongues,
She fell for a fella
in love with his mirror,
and pined...
#rhyming
#triolet
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Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 8:16pm
1st Feb 2023 8:16pm
P's & Q's
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper, perhaps, as midwife,
this birth may raise a triffic stink
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink.
I will! I will! I'm sure...I think...
somewhere I've been wrote to life
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper, perhaps, as midwife.
I see dots above my small eyes
feel crosses cross my tiny tees,
will he write me with fine slim thighs?
I see a dot above my eyes.
" A buxom lass " he wrote, he sighs,
and writes "...skirt pulled above the knees..."
I...
with paper, perhaps, as midwife,
this birth may raise a triffic stink
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink.
I will! I will! I'm sure...I think...
somewhere I've been wrote to life
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper, perhaps, as midwife.
I see dots above my small eyes
feel crosses cross my tiny tees,
will he write me with fine slim thighs?
I see a dot above my eyes.
" A buxom lass " he wrote, he sighs,
and writes "...skirt pulled above the knees..."
I...
#triolet
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