Anthology. Victoria Boulet. The man was said to be a freak His face at best was “unique” But the worst of all Which was sure to appall His nose that resembles a beak . Limerick . flutter in the wind but not without conviction leaves have come and gone. Haiku .
The man was said to be a freak His face at best was “unique” But the worst of all Which was sure to appallHis nose that resembles a beak
The birds that fly around meTheir young singing softlyI watch them, sipping coffeeAnd trying to find my house keyMy eyes have become droopyDriving to work on the trolleyWork has become so melancholyWhat I would give to be free.Yet these chains hold me down Restraining, Impossible to breakWires that keep me close to homeI will stay in this small town Forever ignoring the dull ache Of how I wish to roam
Wife to be rhyming patterns “ABBA ABBACBDBCD”. It is written in iambic tetrameter.I stroll/ along/ a fragrant/ country lane –With honey/suckle/ perfume/ on the air/ –And feathered/ crooner’s/ warble/ to revere/ Then cross/ a golden /sea of flow/ing grain- In empathy – it seems to sense my painOf knowing all was done with my affair –Her empty meaning now the solitaireShe cast away – betrothment all in vain.But oceans team with many fish to catchSo I must up and hoist another sailAnd seek the one that really waits for me, For soon auspicious breezes will prevailIn guiding forth to find a truer match: The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Italian sonnet number 1
Soleasi Nel Mio Corrhyming pattern “ABBA” “ABBA” “DEDEDD”She ruled/ in beauty/ o'er this heart/ of mine/,- A noble/ lady in a/ humble/ home, - And now her/ time for heav/enly bliss/ has come, -'Tis I am/ mortal/ proved, and/ she divine/. –The soul that all its blessings must resign, And love whose light no more on earth finds room, Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom, Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine; They weep within my heart; and ears are deaf Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care, And naught remains to me save mournful breath. Assuredly but dust and shade we are, Assuredly desire is blind and brief, Assuredly its hope but ends in death
Italian sonnet number 2
GliOcchi Di Ch' Io ParlaiHas a rhyming pattern of “ABBAABBACDCCDC” And is written in Iambic pentameterThose eyes/, 'neath which/ my passionate/ rapture/ roseThe arms, hands, feet, the beauty that erewhile Could my own soul from its own self beguile, And in a separate world of dreams enclose, The hair's bright tresses, full of golden glows, And the soft lightning of the angelic smile That changed this earth to some celestial isle, Are now but dust, poor dust, that nothing knows. And yet I live! Myself I grieve and scorn Left dark without the light I loved in vain, Adrift in tempest on a bark forlorn; Dead is the source of all my amorous strain, Dry is the channel of my thoughts outworn, And my sad harp can sound but notes of pain. ,
Italian sonnet number 3
This sonnet has a rhyming pattern of “ababcdcdefefgg” and is written in iambic pentameter Shall I/ compare/ thee to a/ summer's/ day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest, Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
Shakespearean sonnet number 1
Denise Rodgers(ABABCDCDEFEFGG) Written in Iambic pentameterThe sonnet/ form/ is old/ and full/ of dust/ And yet I want to learn to write one well.To learn new forms and grow is quite a must, But I will learn it quickly, I can tell.And so I sit, today, with pen in hand,Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme.The rhythm flows like wind at my command.The A-B-A-B form consumes my time.But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines.One ending couplet, after three quatrains.I’ve tried to write this new form several times.The effort’s huge; I have to rack my brain.But I persist, my fourteen lines now done.I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.
Shakespearean sonnet number 2
Our Life(ABABCDCDEFEFGG)And is written in iambic pentameter My love/ for you/ is always/ exuberant/, My heart fills with song whenever you’re nearEven though your nose is protuberant,And you have become quite big in the rear.My life is yours to do with as you will,Your smile is the only payment I seek.I find your laughter to be a bit shrill,and your legs are hairy much like a Greek’s.If you consent to love me forever,I’ll be your best friend till your dying day.None of your jokes have ever been clever,At least you don’t wear an ugly toupee.Seriously, I do love you sweetie.Now how about a foot rub peace treaty?
Shakespearean sonnet number 3
(ABCB) And is written in iambic hexameterI'll tell/ a tale/, a thrilling/ tale of love/ beyond/ compare/ I knew a lad not long ago more gorgeous than any I've seen.And in his eyes I found my self a'falling in love with the swain.Oh, the glorious fellow I met by the ocean with eyes of deep-sea green! …
Ballad number 1
TamLin(ABCD) and is written in iambic tetrameter O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear/ gowd on/ your hair/ To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is there…
Ballad number 2
The Cruel Sister (ABABCCDD) and is written in iambic pentameterThere were/ two sisters/ sat/ in a/ bourBinnorie, O Binnorie;There came a knight to be their wooer,By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.He courted the eldest with glove and ringBut he lo'ed the youngest aboon a' thing.
Ballad number 3
(AABBA) and is written in iambic tetrameter If you/ catch/ a Chinchilla/ in Chile/-And cut off its beard, willy-nillyYou can honestly sayThat you have just madeA Chilean Chinchilla’s chin chilly
Limerick number 1
A limerick/ packs/ laughs/ anatomical/-anapestic tetrameterInto space that is quite economical. But the good ones I've seen So seldom are clean,And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
Limerick number 2
(AABBA)The limerick/ is furtive/ and mean/- anapestic trimeterYou must keep her in close quarantineOr she sneaks to the slumsAnd promptly becomesDisorderly, drunk and obscene.
Limerick number 3
Haiku number 2
Do you feel despisedwhen words are being revisedthen you hear the lies
Haiku number 3When you write haikususing the word spaghettimakes it so awesome
Haiku number 1
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Quatrain number 2
Quatrain number 1
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I’ve fallen out of favor with fortune and men, I all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I weep over my position as a social outcast, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven, but my cries go unheard, And look upon myself and curse my fate, And I look at myself, cursing my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one who had more hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, Wishing I had this man's skill and that man's freedom. With what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But, with these thoughts – almost despising myself, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, I, by chance, think of you and then my melancholy Like to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the dark earth and (I) sing hymns to heaven; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness That then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my position in life with kings.
Sonnet 29 analysis
“Haply I think on thee,--and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;”The metaphor can be found in this quote.
In the metaphor he compares him self to a lark to convey how happy he is.
When I consider how my light is spent,Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,And that one Talent which is death to hideLodged with me useless, though my Soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and presentMy true account, lest he returning chide;"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"I fondly ask. But patience, to preventThat murmur, soon replies, "God doth not needEither man's work or his own gifts; who bestBear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His stateIs Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speedAnd post o'er Land and Ocean without rest:They also serve who only stand and wait."
On his blindness analysis
The metahor can be found here “Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker”in the metahor he compares his body to his soul.