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Members' Challenge (Jovian Layered Rhyme)
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Well, ya know we could wait all month for the January contest .....Ahem......... ( just kidding ) please don't send the karate guy to kick my virtual butt or worse loose the Dragon on me ! lol
Soooo I thought I would serve us up a wee challenge to see who's got the right stuff!
Can you write a rhyme?
Like roses are red, and violets are blue
I'll write a poem you all write one too !
You see it's that easy , in time in rhyme.
Sure you say, anyone can ,,,so, what now ? Well, hold on there, I'm getting to that part, geessh!
Ok here's the kicker, I have created a poetry style I call a " Jovian Layered Rhyme "
This poem has as it 's name implies, many layers of difficulty, of which the writer may choose to use or discard .
One- First and foremost it must rhyme every line . abab aabb aaaa bbbb (no points on pattern choices.
Two- Secondly it must have at least 4 verses of 4 lines each verse.
Three- The more syllables the harder it is, up to 10, (if ten are chosen the poem must be written in iambic pentameter). Points
Four- every word in the first verse must rhyme with every word in the third verse and the same with the second and fourth verses.
The more words you rhyme with, the more points you get in judging .
The winner, I hope would get recognition here among his/her peers the winning poem will be posted at my clubs. The Poet's Tree House And Copy Center - The Snawberry Bush Published Poets Club- and my Poetry and Art School Sticklers School Of Hard Knocks .
I also will use it in a contest for my graphics club CompuGrafx (I post a poem they draw a graphic for it. It then becomes Poartistry And I will include it in my next FreE-Book. How's that sound, any takers ? I will post one as proof it can be done in iambic pentameter every word!
By Jove !
Waves of fury
O'er crested rock and ravaged reef they sail.
Braving Neptune's tines, past Poseidon's tail.
They've been there where the ocean meets the sky.
Born on the waves of fury, mountain high.
See sons of the sea, seasoned in the sun,
hearts of heros in each and every one.
Over the waves of fury they are borne,
set sail into the ever raging storm.
For vested flock, savage belief may fail.
Craving fortunes find, the last dragons scale.
They've seen where devotion beats disguise,
mourn on the graves and worry, bound to die.
Reasons naturally see sons having fun,
sparks the beer flows, breaching savory rum.
Sober they crave soft fuzzy days in store,
yet fail to beat the weather to the shore.
O`er Battered hide and bloodied bone they tread,
bearing dragon heat, and smells of the dead.
They found much more than glory did unfold.
The dragons there were far from dead, nor old.
Forced to the ends of earth, lost in the mists,
they gather round the crew, and shake their fists.
The dragons fly and rage against the sky,
borne on the waves of fury, mountain high.
Of tattered pride in ruddy tomes they read,
sharing flagons sweet and grim tales of dread.
Confounded such true stories went untold,
the dragons fair were marred in red, for gold.
Of course my friends of worth must then resist,
pray rather pound the few than break a tryst.
To drag on sighs, and stage a saints goodbye,
torn the brave and weary, mount and die.
By Jove !
Soooo I thought I would serve us up a wee challenge to see who's got the right stuff!
Can you write a rhyme?
Like roses are red, and violets are blue
I'll write a poem you all write one too !
You see it's that easy , in time in rhyme.
Sure you say, anyone can ,,,so, what now ? Well, hold on there, I'm getting to that part, geessh!
Ok here's the kicker, I have created a poetry style I call a " Jovian Layered Rhyme "
This poem has as it 's name implies, many layers of difficulty, of which the writer may choose to use or discard .
One- First and foremost it must rhyme every line . abab aabb aaaa bbbb (no points on pattern choices.
Two- Secondly it must have at least 4 verses of 4 lines each verse.
Three- The more syllables the harder it is, up to 10, (if ten are chosen the poem must be written in iambic pentameter). Points
Four- every word in the first verse must rhyme with every word in the third verse and the same with the second and fourth verses.
The more words you rhyme with, the more points you get in judging .
The winner, I hope would get recognition here among his/her peers the winning poem will be posted at my clubs. The Poet's Tree House And Copy Center - The Snawberry Bush Published Poets Club- and my Poetry and Art School Sticklers School Of Hard Knocks .
I also will use it in a contest for my graphics club CompuGrafx (I post a poem they draw a graphic for it. It then becomes Poartistry And I will include it in my next FreE-Book. How's that sound, any takers ? I will post one as proof it can be done in iambic pentameter every word!
By Jove !
Waves of fury
O'er crested rock and ravaged reef they sail.
Braving Neptune's tines, past Poseidon's tail.
They've been there where the ocean meets the sky.
Born on the waves of fury, mountain high.
See sons of the sea, seasoned in the sun,
hearts of heros in each and every one.
Over the waves of fury they are borne,
set sail into the ever raging storm.
For vested flock, savage belief may fail.
Craving fortunes find, the last dragons scale.
They've seen where devotion beats disguise,
mourn on the graves and worry, bound to die.
Reasons naturally see sons having fun,
sparks the beer flows, breaching savory rum.
Sober they crave soft fuzzy days in store,
yet fail to beat the weather to the shore.
O`er Battered hide and bloodied bone they tread,
bearing dragon heat, and smells of the dead.
They found much more than glory did unfold.
The dragons there were far from dead, nor old.
Forced to the ends of earth, lost in the mists,
they gather round the crew, and shake their fists.
The dragons fly and rage against the sky,
borne on the waves of fury, mountain high.
Of tattered pride in ruddy tomes they read,
sharing flagons sweet and grim tales of dread.
Confounded such true stories went untold,
the dragons fair were marred in red, for gold.
Of course my friends of worth must then resist,
pray rather pound the few than break a tryst.
To drag on sighs, and stage a saints goodbye,
torn the brave and weary, mount and die.
By Jove !
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