If love is action, I am but a bland
and apathetic testament to hate;
I lie before I ever take a stand,
and plan to die before I procreate.
If love is patience, I will win the day,
for time is on the side of those who wait
in silent expectation of the stray
and misdirected arrows of their fate.
If love is made of mutual desire,
I lust for her who shares my ardent thirst
to claim my fill of romance, and retire
to years no longer by this question cursed–
alone together, basking in her glow,
with only our contentedness to show.
–G.B., stationary minstrel
This type of poetry is an english sonnet because it has a specific rhyme and unexpected twist.
www.sonnetwriters.com
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
XXXVIII
I fell apart–my center would not hold;
my kingdom crashed around a broken man
whose shepherding lost focus on his fold
and placed his lowly self before the clan.
What progress had I made besides my own
indulgent acts, ambitiously designed
to chisel out my name in frozen stone
so all may praise what I will leave behind?
You touched me–in the moment I was lost
and simultaneously found anew–
I stumbled forward once our paths had crossed,
to find my every sight in clearer view.
This changed and better planet I adore,
and play my part more gladly than before.
–G.B., stationary minstrel
This type of poetry is an example of an english sonnet because this poem has abab cdcd efef gg and has three quatrains with an unexpected twist.
http://www.sonnetwriters.com/
my kingdom crashed around a broken man
whose shepherding lost focus on his fold
and placed his lowly self before the clan.
What progress had I made besides my own
indulgent acts, ambitiously designed
to chisel out my name in frozen stone
so all may praise what I will leave behind?
You touched me–in the moment I was lost
and simultaneously found anew–
I stumbled forward once our paths had crossed,
to find my every sight in clearer view.
This changed and better planet I adore,
and play my part more gladly than before.
–G.B., stationary minstrel
This type of poetry is an example of an english sonnet because this poem has abab cdcd efef gg and has three quatrains with an unexpected twist.
http://www.sonnetwriters.com/
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The Fortress Of Love
Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely
With fairness, faith and open mind.
No matter how far in your marriage you've gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.
They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.
Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
Douse the spark between you and your mate.
More of the same fails to feed love s flame
Till you wake up to find it's too late
Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.
Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage
If you speak less and listen more, you're wise.
Author: Tom Zart
http://www.skywriting.net/inspirational/poems/the_fortress_of_love.html
This type of poetry is a ballad because it tells a helping story and can't be made into a song.
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely
With fairness, faith and open mind.
No matter how far in your marriage you've gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.
They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.
Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
Douse the spark between you and your mate.
More of the same fails to feed love s flame
Till you wake up to find it's too late
Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.
Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage
If you speak less and listen more, you're wise.
Author: Tom Zart
http://www.skywriting.net/inspirational/poems/the_fortress_of_love.html
This type of poetry is a ballad because it tells a helping story and can't be made into a song.
Boost of confidence
Dont look back,
just forget,
keep straight,
just don’t quit
be strong,
don’t car if your wrong,
don’t lie, but always try,
have confidence, but don’t be cocky,
walk tall and never sloutchy.
be who you are, not what everyone wants you to be,
be open minded but close your eyes if you cant see.
trust those you know,
know those you trust,
hope you know the differance
between love and lust.
good things come to those that wait,
but tose that wait end up too late,
never make plans,
just set a date.
feelings change so fast,
its hard to tell which ones will last,
and some are better forever masked.
fairytale love,
just as dreams with happily ever after ending themes,
of castles, queens, knights, and kings,
fade away with the morning sun,
and end up nothing as they seem.
Author: Malorie Genoff
http://poemhunter.com/poem/boost-of-confidence/Boost of confidence
This type of poetry is a lyric because it can be put into a song and ryhmes.
just forget,
keep straight,
just don’t quit
be strong,
don’t car if your wrong,
don’t lie, but always try,
have confidence, but don’t be cocky,
walk tall and never sloutchy.
be who you are, not what everyone wants you to be,
be open minded but close your eyes if you cant see.
trust those you know,
know those you trust,
hope you know the differance
between love and lust.
good things come to those that wait,
but tose that wait end up too late,
never make plans,
just set a date.
feelings change so fast,
its hard to tell which ones will last,
and some are better forever masked.
fairytale love,
just as dreams with happily ever after ending themes,
of castles, queens, knights, and kings,
fade away with the morning sun,
and end up nothing as they seem.
Author: Malorie Genoff
http://poemhunter.com/poem/boost-of-confidence/Boost of confidence
This type of poetry is a lyric because it can be put into a song and ryhmes.
Done
Now that you know everything, i have no reason to hide, be shy, or cry.i can fly, im free, this you an see.
i no longer dream of fairy lands, queens, and kings, but now i see things as they be and i know the things that really matter most to me.ive learned my lesson fair and square...take the hard road if you dare, where at the end all you have to offer is a handshake and a stare. jsut know whos really your friends and which ones truly care. look into the future, not the air. if you want a good life start young, there will be time later for fun.
Cause when your old and you look back, your life is DONE!
Author: Malorie Genoff
http://poemhunter.com/poem/done-4/
This type of poetry is a ballad because it tells a story of tells a story of someones life.
i no longer dream of fairy lands, queens, and kings, but now i see things as they be and i know the things that really matter most to me.ive learned my lesson fair and square...take the hard road if you dare, where at the end all you have to offer is a handshake and a stare. jsut know whos really your friends and which ones truly care. look into the future, not the air. if you want a good life start young, there will be time later for fun.
Cause when your old and you look back, your life is DONE!
Author: Malorie Genoff
http://poemhunter.com/poem/done-4/
This type of poetry is a ballad because it tells a story of tells a story of someones life.
My Decision
I dont wanna go,but i dont wanna stay,i cant tell the differance between guessin and knowing, i dont know if i should show it, or hide it, lie about it and denie it. I am who i am, i be who i be. when people look at me i want them to see the real me, not what someone else wants me to be. its easy to tell someone to change but ya aint helpin unless your part of the soulution, when kids grow up seein their parents shootin and bein stupid. we only know what we see but thts not ow it has ta be. they say were a product of our enviroment, imthe best of both sides, the good and bad, if they were ever to collide.....but do i wanna keep living like this? only i can decide.
Malorie Genoff
Type of poetry:This poem is a ballad because it talks about someone life and what there doing while this person kids are seeing all this.
http://poemhunter.com/poem/my-decision/
Malorie Genoff
Type of poetry:This poem is a ballad because it talks about someone life and what there doing while this person kids are seeing all this.
http://poemhunter.com/poem/my-decision/
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