Are you up for the challenge?

one cigarette
helps me get lit
it's met its match

Next: triolet

rhyme scheme: ABaA abAB (lines 1, 4 and 7 are the same; lines 2 and 8 are the same).

I closed the door
On days gone by
Remembered no more
I closed the door.

I could not restore
Even if I'd try
I closed the door
On days gone by.

Next: Villanelle ;-)

five tercets and a quatrain, with a rhyming scheme that goes:

A1
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1
A2

Here A1 and A2 are two rhyming lines you start with, each "a" represents another line that rhymes with them both, and the "b"s all rhyme with each other. Note that there are 5 "a"s here, so you need 5 more words that rhyme with your original couplet; and there are 6 "b"s, so you'll need another 6 words that rhyme with each other.

Genius

In the face of genius we can be blind,
and all about fail to recognize it.
Though once discovered we embrace the find

Confused, unknowing, and often unkind,
we brand, vilify, refuse to admit
In the face of genius we can be blind.

Failure to see, to accept, disinclined,
we christen with words like garbage and ****;
though once discovered, we embrace the find

The artist struggles, their work is maligned,
and often are asked to give up and quit;
In the face of genius we can be blind.

Still they create, bestow work to mankind,
spilling passion, hoping time will acquit.
Though once discovered we embrace the find.

Genius is fleeting, not easily lit;
history declares it worthy or unfit.
In the face of genius we can be blind,
though once discovered we embrace the find.

Next form -- easy, A Fibonacci Turn:

Syllabically built the lines are as follows:

1
1
3
5
8
5
3
1
1

Examples and further information here:

http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/showpost.php?p=629288&postcount=1

Beneath skies, near rocky sound
cold clear waters roll round and round.

In fiery boat, for eternity bound,
lies crowned lost King Ceri.


**************************************

Next form Ghazal:

Get ready for an explanation:

Ghazal (pronounced "ghuzzle") is an Arabic word that means "talking to women."

History.
The Ghazal was developed in Persia in the 10th century AD from the Arabic verse form qasida. It was brought to India with the Mogul invasion in the 12th century. The Ghazal tradition is currently practiced in Iran (Farsi), Pakistan (Urdu) and India (Urdu and Hindi). In India and Pakistan, Ghazals are set to music and have achieved commercial popularity as recordings and in movies. A number of American poets, including Adrienne Rich and W.S. Merwin, have written Ghazals, usually without the strict pattern of the traditional form.

Form.
A traditional Ghazal consists of five to fifteen couplets, typically seven. A refrain (a repeated word or phrase) appears at the end of both lines of the first couplet and at the end of the second line in each succeeding couplet. In addition, one or more words before the refrain are rhymes or partial rhymes. The lines should be of approximately the same length and meter. The poet may use the final couplet as a signature couplet, using his or her name in first, second or third person, and giving a more direct declaration of thought or feeling to the reader.

Style.
Each couplet should be a poem in itself, like a pearl in a necklace. There should not be continuous development of a subject from one couplet to the next through the poem. The refrain provides a link among the couplets, but they should be detachable, quotable, grammatical units. There should be an epigrammatic terseness, yet each couplet should be lyric and evocative.

Good Luck -- I have one here somewhere--there it is: http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/showpost.php?p=682149&postcount=1

Hope-fully a Ghazal!

(I used the meaning of my name rather than my name in the last stanza.)

Hope

Success bred false security and harbored hope
In a proud heart which set its own course; absurd hope.

A house built on shifting sand was her preferred hope,
Till tide proved this castle to be a conjured hope.

Winds of time and tidal lash only deterred hope;
And sick is the heart which has but a deferred hope.

Healing hand touched eyes and ears within and stirred hope,
And soul restored on Solid Rock then transferred hope.

A rampart strong upheld and shielded conferred hope,
And soul delighted in eternally cured hope.

The castle rooted to the Rock has matured hope,
A noble soul to mirror His, her assured hope.


Next:
Rhyme Royal - sometimes known as the Troilus stanza - has 7 lines of 10 syllables each (normally iambic pentameters) and a rhyming scheme of ababbcc.

Bitter Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard said that girl's a b1tch
smoking one final Pall Mall in the shoe
Tattoo on her back's a target for men
Snow White's fellas just want a good screw
Cast her to the Dwarves living so frumpy
Soon she'll be off humping Humpty Dumpty

And NEXT??

Limerick!

Top
High, over
Covering, crowning, ruling
Summit, base
Grounding, upholding, supporting
Low, under
Bottom

Next: haiku

humiliation
easy to insert, hard to
remove foot from mouth

next form, Cameo;
Six lines, syllables: 2, 5, 8, 3, 8, 7, 2.

man fights his destiny too much
rails against conditioned mind
troubled ascension absolute
man fights his destiny too much

A Fibbonaci Turn, please (the thread is somewhere on this board)

wine
sipped
daintily
finger tipped upward
is no less appretiated
than beer fervently,
hungrily
chugged
down


let's have another limerick.

I once came across a forum
where no one could form a quorum
they called it a-dubba-ya
the mods there were trouble, ya
But at least they had nice decorum


um, next turn... 11 line iambic trimeter with rhyme scheme A B C B A B C A C B D

I loved a purple girl one year
She tried to love me back
But our time was doomed for tears
I loved a purple girl

Her passion rose when in the sack
Her talents seemed so clear
Ecstatic orgasms her knack

But she was not sincere
She soon went seeking what I lacked
Denying she was queer.
I loved a purple girl


ok I have no clue how to punctuate this. but this was a fun form, i'd like to revisit it sometime.

next form, anyone up for a sestina?

Change seems a desperate shifting being
Swamping the dream born in yesterday’s thrall
Touching it with the colour of the past
Leeching it’s life away, crumpling the shell
Dulling its treasure past the worth of strife
Until it seems as a lonesome nothing

And you mourn the nothing it has become
How the simple insidiousness of change
With quietly unnoticeable strife
Fought and decimated the dream, its soul
Its life, once so beautiful and so rich
Is a past thing, not worth a memory

And you remember the past, tinted gold
With nothing of memory’s bitterness
To dull its life past a rosy glimmer
And wish change had not stolen it away
Taunting your dream, mocking your hopes, hissing
With malevolent strife, in your heartbeat

And feel a bluster of impotent strife
Wanting to wrench back the past, protect it,
And your dream, unchanged and so innocent
To have it where nothing can darken it
With the horror and progression of change
Where it can attain golden life once again

And you resolve, life it will have, breathing
No more of strife, no more sullied darkness
That can change a heaven-sent hope to dust
Fight to give the kiss of life to the past
‘til nothing is left to breathe into it
And the dream is dulled, no longer golden

With open eyes, you see the dream for real
A play toy of a former life, long gone
Nothing to gild it but the rosiness,
That pearlescent quality that slays strife
When gazing into the revered past years
Before change comes and shows the weaknesses

Sometimes nothing seems the fairest change
It doesn’t make life different from the past
But a better dream is worth the final strife

Everybody knows I like Haiku, so let the next one be a series of three please.

I started one..ewww..not good.(but fun) I'll try again.
Unless someone beats me to it