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The sijo is a Korean form of poetry, it is a three line poem with a total of 44-47 syllabels, and 14-16 syllabels per a line. A sijo may be made up of several three line stanzas.
Traditionaly Line one respresnts the beginning/problem/situation
line two is called the development also known as the trun
and line three is a strong conclusion with a twist or surprise.
Awakening
Passion awakened like wild fire within the warrior’s breast
as time spread he blazed his trail across the grassy plains
to meet his final end upon the days first show of snow.
Modern Sijo
The modern sijo does not have to stick to the three line rule, but the syllable count remains the same.
Sunburst
Suns fire burst
streaked across the sapphire sky
golden yellow radiance reflected
its own image
in the sparkling lapis lazuli
waters down below.
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The stars are like
The many eyes of
Venus, looking down
upon me
from the heavens
above, where I am
free to dance in the
light of the moon
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This is my best efforts to write in the style of Sappho, based on my reading of her work. There are three sperate poems.
#1
I was struck by an
Arrow from Eros, now
I falter in my reason
Aphrodite deceives
me, so you catch me
in your beauty.
#2
We were as one
Dancing like Pan
wild within the
woods, where nothing
can take from us
a freedom found in
Artemis' sanctuary.
#3
They promised us
There would be music
to play from dusk to
day, but I only heard
silence ring in
my ears, as if in
the night time.
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Winter’s Breath
Barren trees left quivering
a single leaf still dying
winds kiss sends it shivering
with their chill spirits crying.
Hush winter's breath awaken
her white tempest churning
a land now thought forsaken
deep inside lies a burning.
A passion left undenied
drawn close in fires flicker
the winds wail unconfined
within their spirits bicker.
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I really liked this, I loved the lanague used, and I thought it all flowed very nicely, some great imagery as well. Just one little thing I noticed
At your beauteously scarr'ed face
This line seemed a bit awakard to me, and broke the flow from the rest of the poem, it did not roll off the tounge as nicely as some of the other phrases and words used.
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Hehe yes, just been in that kind of mood I suppose.
Acutally I used rythmatic on purpose, I sometimes invent my own words for my poems if I am not completely happy with the already exsisting words.
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Caged
Eyes wide shut
stare vacant
into the skull brain.
Dripping steady
rythmatic beat
against the wide-split
grin.
A broken clock
only twice right
in the dusty den.
Pipes squeak
like rattled bones
something knocked loose.
All teeth turned
to tallow with a taste
for whiskey and gin.
In the darkness
grime yellow light
flickers in electric hum.
Unknown fluids
etch their way
to slit open drains
ready to suck it away.
A hungry slurp
razor-edged tongue
some unknown monstrous
thing.
This is the sum
of bad dreams
and reality
twisted into one.
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Thank you, I cannot take credit for the style though I do not know where it oringinally came from or what it might be called. I happend to have read a poem by another whom did this, and I liked it so I decdied to give it a try myself.
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Little Bird
She watched out the window
as the world passed by
trapped behind the glass
as seasons changed.
Rain drops matched her tears
sliding their gray streaked
tail as the wind howled
its pain.
Lost inside herself
she only dreamed of sunshine
the clouds pointed her pictures.
Only to herself she wept
where there was no one else
to see, when the sky was
dark.
But oh how the stars shined
and for a moment she felt free
to dance among the sky
a caged bird set free.
She watched out the window
rain drops matched her tears
lost inside herself
only to herself she wept
a caged bird set free.
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Thank you for your comments, yes I can see what you mean about the 5th stanza being confusing, though I don't really like the idea of using a question mark in the first stanza.
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Thank you, yes I have kind of moved away from using punctuation from a lot poems
I will go fix that, I am terrible about remebering to add apostrophes
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Beauty Defined
Beauty is in the mind's eye
but how do we define it
with words or phrases
do we ever weigh the meaning
of these words?
Is beauty a lie,
a deception
or the only pure truth?
Beauty found upon the
tilt of butterflies wing
soft bloom of April spring flowers,
it may be perceived in
sky reaching towers;
city lights on a moonless
night,
it comes in many forms
shapes and sizes,
sights, scents and sounds.
Does the artist make beauty?
Or may beauty truly only be crafted
by the ones whom declare it so.
Has anything ever been nature
or man made, universally
beautiful
or does everything
have a side in
shadow?
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This is one of my odd abstractions
Atomic
Disjointed lives
souls in fragments
our lies fractions
of the truth
an illusion
disembodied
by scattered
figments of
reality.
Time skips
a beat
as we try to discover
for the briefest
of moments
we felt it
then it all
unwound.
Left spinning
in orbit
our molecules
dissolve
into the ether.
Everything just
a scent
of air.
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Thank you and, yes it should somehow that one slipped by my notice
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Ghost
For a moment
I saw the glimmer
reflected in the mirror
but when I looked
back again
she was gone.
My heart filled
with terror
and passing lights
flashed
into my consciousness.
I tired to
shake the feeling
but the whiteness
of her form was
so clear.
For that brief
encounter
which forever
left me speechless.
Could my heart
recover
the will of
imaginative forces
bending my sanity.
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Nicely done, really loved the imagery and the concept
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Thank you
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Where the Magnolias Grow
I remember the grove
just like yesterday
on a fresh spring day
when the grass was green
and the skin blue.
But there was such
a sweet breeze to touch
the air, and it carried
the natural perfume.
I would run there
with my feet bare
and without a single care
for all the world.
Daring in between sunbeams
and shade, I was invincible
in those precious rare moments
where the earth moved under me.
I remember the magnolia trees
with there virgin white blooms
so big and ripe, somehow
they seemed so other worldly
for all their presumed innocence.
So soft to the touch
each opening and waiting for the pluck
so much like the plush milky white
of freshly bloomed breasts
making the change from adolescents
to womanhood.
I would lie upon a bed of
their ivory, soft petals
each kissing and caressing
stimulating, as a gentle
lover.
But the magnolias
are there no more
sometimes I still imagine
I cast a whiff of their fragrance
hear them calling to me
from some far away place
Yet their sensual innocence
shall be lost to me
and spring days begin to
fade into endless yesterdays.
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Black Widow
Her eyes
black suns
burned around the edges
she stared into empty space
waiting for the next shooting star
Her hair
a wild tempest
of the wind
with tendrils of crimson gold
flying free without binds
Her skin
silken caramel
scented in lavender
and rose petals
glossed with moonlight
Her voice
sounds as a siren
drawing in unwary souls
to twist within her web
of dark desire
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Thank you
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Postcard
Such delight
that can be found
contained within
a small square
Splashed in color
of rolling green
strokes of blue
and little flecks
of life
An escape
into another world
a place far away
where you imagine
a loved one down in the
warm sand or sailing
over mountain tops
Offers and promise
of hope and happiness
given scrawled upon
the back
Where joy is brought
lighting the heart
to think you are
somehow special
to be brought into this
world in a single square.
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Thank you
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Thank you, I do like to do somewhat rather bazzar things now and then.
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Honestly if I managed to get some good insight then it means you presented your imagery and poetic symbology in such a way and with enough skill as to allow me to do so. Which is sayin' sumtin. Cus I's just a big ol' troll...wit da club!
Well thank you for that.
The Merrow's Game
in Banquet Room Archives
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Nice to see it posted. You did a great job with it. And I can attest to the fact that this is a very difficult style to work with as I myself had attemtped to write in this style but have not produced anything I truly felt was good enough for posting.