Tag: French verse forms

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You Are the Path: rondeau redoubled

The path you walk is yours to choose,
no matter where that journey starts
or how you follow the faint clues
that will distract you. If you’re smart,

you’ll use your eyes to look around,
to take in what you see, and use
the little things along the way.
The path you walk is yours to choose.

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Our Secret: rondeau

What is the secret we all seek?
Despite the clever words we speak,
our desperation grows and thrives,
infecting every segment of our lives,
convincing us that we are weak.

And those who struggle, we call freaks,
and hide away our flaws and leaks
away from others’ prying eyes.
That is the secret.

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No Time: rimas dissolutas

There is no time, we cannot start again.
The clocks do not run backwards on command,
nor do the years reverse their gears on queue.

You cannot substitute a now for then,
nor rearrange the instance where you stand.
There is no try again, just simply do.

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Anthem: kyrielle

Who is it that makes up the rules
for peasants, leaders, sages, and fools,
who builds the narrow seats in schools
to educate a growing nation?

What hand dictates the right and wrong,
transcribes the loyal subjects’ songs?
Who peals the bells and sounds the gongs
for evolution of the nation?

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What Urgency: descort

What’s so urgent
all of a sudden?
It’s not like the world woke up yesterday
as a hot mess,
broken into tiny fractions
by some new denominator.

Where have you been?
Wake up and smell the coffee;
some of us been drinking a pot a day
since Reaganomics.

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Who Sings Your Battle Song: chanso

If you would sing a battle song to rally troops, to right what’s wrong, be sure to check it in advance, lest those mute puppets that will dance mistake your good intentions.

It must bring heat, you will agree, and indicate what infamy you seek to topple from its throne, but take care what you bring to boil: you may need fire prevention.

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Uncertain Eternity: bref double

Pretend we will not meet again on some bright future shore;
once they are gone, the things we love are gone forever more.
But then again, there is no me to miss them when they go;
I likewise will just disappear at some point, even though
I’d like to think eternal thoughts, and in some future, know
the secrets of the universe, and say, “I told you so.”

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