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  117.     

The Bard And Beauty

Today marks Shakespeare's birth
Plus or minus a day
But the date matters not
The question before us;
To celebrate or not
To celebrate? We shall!

How about a sonnet
That tells of thy beauty
A beauty to be woo'd
How thy beauty is still
As it was on the day
When first your eye I eyed

Or a sonnet that asks
How shall I compare thee?
Whatever that may be,
Whether 'tis summer's day,
It matters not a whit
For thou art more lovely

I could compose some verse
That speaks, but soft, of light
That breaks from your window
As though thou were the sun,
A light that can shame stars
And which none is as fair

Perhaps a toast will do
To the Bard and beauty
And to such stuff as dreams
And wishes are made of
For now bid fond adieu
Till the twain meet again
 
MacGregor Tagliaferro

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  118.     

A Word For It

'Scorn not the sonnet.' Well, I reckon not,
I would not scorn a rondeau, villanelle,
Ballade, sestina, triolet, rondel,
Or e'en a quatrain, humble and forgot,
An so it made my Pegasus to trot
His morning lap what time he heard the bell;
An so it made the poem stuff to jell-
To mix a met.-an so it boil'd the pot.

Oh, sweet set form that varies not a bit!
I taste thy joy, not quite unknown to Keats.
'Scorn? ' Nay, I love thy fine symmetric
grace.
In sonnets one knows always where to quit,
Unlike in other poems where one cheats
And strings it out to fill the yawning
space.
 
Franklin P. Adams

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  119.     

When the yellow sun starts to draw long lines

(after S. J. Pretorius)

When the yellow sun starts to draw long lines
just before it descends over the distant hillocks
the streets of the town is filled with cars
of the great mishmash driving home.
Suntanned with hats covering there heads
I see white car guards taking their belongings,
men who had lost their jobs, now with their world insane
walk with lowered heads with their faces grim
while some stretch their steps much longer.
They had a work at a time
but now are sun burnt with rough hands,
sometimes on welfare of the local church
with their eyes hidden by the edges of their hats
while they dream of a country where jobs are plentiful.

[Reference: "Sonnet - Uit Malvern" (Sonnet - Out of Malvern) by S. J. Pretorius ]
 
Gert Strydom

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  120.     

Alankar (Decor) -169

Namaste O' Mother Supreme(Kyrielle Sonnet)

The Kyrielle Sonnet is:
a 14 line poem made up of 3 quatrains and a couplet in that order.
syllabic,8 syllables per line.
rhymed, rhyme scheme AabB ccbB ddbB AB or AbaB cbcB dbdB AB.
composed with a refrain in the last line of each stanza. L1 is repeated as L13 and L4 is repeated as L8, L12 and L14.


Namaste O' Mother Supreme

Namaste o' mother supreme
Thou art the air its maxima
And thou art its fire in life's stream
Namaste, o'mother o' Ma

Thou art this earth, its destined age
Thou art its aqua maxima
And thou art the fill of sky's range
Namaste, o' mother, o' Ma

And thou art the sun and the moon
Their courses all round maxima
And thou art the time, its bassoon
Namaste, o' mother, o' Ma

Namaste o' mother supreme
Namaste, o' mother, o' Ma
 
Indira Renganathan

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