Double Lento

All the first words should rhyme, & the second and fourth lines should end in rhyming words, it's up to the poet whether or not to rhyme the first and third lines.


Michelle. "My Simple Verse." PoetryPoem. 09 February 2006. 6 Dec 2006 .
http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=708395&sitename=minette&password=&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry. Love Me In The Night (an example)
Dance with me my sweet one-
Chance a night in my arms.
France is waiting, Sweetheart-
Lance my heart with your charms.

Wed me today, my love-
Bed me before the morn.
Shed your hang-ups, darling-
Thread not your heart with thorns.

Fold me in your arms, Sweet-
Hold me close in the night.
Mold me to your side dear-
Old worries will take flight.

Kiss me through the night love-
Miss me all through the day.
Bliss will fill our lives, love-
‘Tis sure our hearts won't stray.

Change (my attempt)
Fall weather has come, this brings me cheer,
All students will wear warm clothing to school,
Mall stores offer discounts for all to hear,
Ya’ll sport the new clothes and think you’re so cool.

The leaves have changed greatly as they begin to fall,
See the bright colors of yellow, orange, and red,
Be captured by the beauty that never ceases to enthrall,
Free to make the pile of leaves your comfy bed.

Colder weather is appreciated amongst all I know,
Shoulder the gusts of wind blowing fiercely against you,
Under the mounds of blankets you dream of snow,
Wonder who you should give Christmas gifts to.

Much to everyone’s delight Christmas Break has come,
Such relief from finals is seen in all the faces,
Touch the last minute gifts with the to and from,
Clutch those certain people with bittersweet embraces.

Clerihew

They are four lines long.
The first and second lines rhyme with each other, and the third and fourth lines rhyme with each other.
The first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.
A clerihew should be funny, but doesn't have to be.

"Clerihews." Thinks. 2006. Michael Curl Internet Publishing. 5 Dec 2006
http://www.thinks.com/words/clerihew.htm.
Example:
E. C. Bentley
Mused while he ought to have studied intently;
It was this muse
That inspired clerihews.

My attempt:
Joanna L. Drake
Accidentally made a mistake;
Instead of studying at an easy pace
She chose to get on MySpace.

Sijo

This lyric verse introduces a situation or problem in line 1, development (called a turn) in line 2, and a strong conclusion beginning with a surprise (a twist) in line 3, which resolves tensions or questions raised by the other lines and provides a memorable ending. Lines average 14-16 syllables, for a total of 44-46.

"Sijo." Answers.com. January 2005. Answers Corporation. 27 Nov 2006 http://www.answers.com/main/ir/about_company.jsp.
Yun Seondo:
You ask how many friends I have? Water and stone, bamboo and pine.
The moon rising over the eastern hill is a joyful comrade.
Besides these five companions, what other pleasure should I ask?

My Attempt:
Do you remember a day when naptime and show and tell reigned?
When days were spent under the sun, innocence free from troubles?
Those days long since left me, I find them now in the eyes of my son.

kinds of poetry

--- types of poems i'm interested in pursuing & creating my own ---

Lento
Clerihew
Renga
Sijo
Bhatau

horror (583)

It was on our twenty first birthday that he escaped, the headline read: “Gone! Twenty One Years of Science in the Making.” Being a promising scientist myself, the news was a disappointment to the scientific community, any project that had been taken on for that time scale was on the brink of discovery. The article was about Project Nighttime Murder, a project dedicated to altering the genes of the human body enough so, that a particular child could eventually advance far enough in the evolution of mankind to know when nighttime murders would occur, before they happened. At night the boy would dream of murders, visions of what was to come. The night my brother escaped was the night he saw himself commit a murder.

Unlocking the door, the stench hit me first. It was sickening, rotten flesh decaying slowly in the heat of the apartment made me vomit in my mouth. I’d never smelled a corpse before, and I didn’t know where the stench came from until I saw the dead woman’s body. Blood was everywhere, on the walls and carpet, in the bathroom where she lay, head smashed into the side of the bathtub, a bone in her leg was sticking up out of her flesh, the gleaming white contrasted sharply against red rotting muscle. I knew now what the curious stain on my apartment ceiling was. Professor Jane Adams, one of the scientists who was an activist for the creation of Project Nighttime Murder, lay deceased in front of me. I turned toward the door, hand over my mouth, and saw myself looking back. Standing in front of me was a man, a man that was an exact replica of myself, but with blood stained hands. Living two floors below me was Professor Harrison McCoy, founder of the project, now dead. I hit the floor in a dead faint and awoke in my apartment. I don’t recall screaming, but the landlord later told me he had heard me, and came to my aid.

Immediately I set about gathering my things, I went straight to my lab and began the tedious process of finding the cure to my brother’s insatiable desire to kill. I called everyone involved in the Project and discovered that indeed, I had a twin who was the test subject of the Project, and when he dreamt of his own killing spree, his body was obligated to fulfill it. Something was terribly wrong with my brother and I was the only one who could help him. Hour after hour I spent laboring over the right chemicals that would reverse the years of genetic mutations that had occurred in his body. I was so close to the cure, so close to saving my brothers life. But unfortunately I was also too late, it was my life or his, and when I saw his reflection in the glass vials sitting at my desk I knew I had to kill him in order to save myself.
That was five years ago, I recently came across some new information that I’ve never known existed. My brother wasn’t the only taken; another child was too, a young man that now probably needed a cure just as much as my brother would have. The factors I needed to complete my quest for the cure was time, and of course a test subject. Time I now had, all I needed was my test subject. Today my wife is due. The doctor says we’re having twins.