This exercise was based on the Rondeau form. We're using formal forms for awhile just for the discipline. Upcoming are a couple of sonnets and an exercise developed by Sacramento poet Patrick Grizzell. Here are the Rondeaus. Some slip out of form.
On the Comfy Couch
On the comfy couch sat the golden cat,
If looking for him, the couch would be where he was at,
The cat would never move, afraid his spot would be taken by the deceiving dog,
He wouldn’t mind sharing, but he was to wise to not know the dog was such a hog,
So day after day, that is where he sat.
Their owner would come now and then to move him with a pat,
But the cat would rather be beaten by a bat,
The dog’s eyes were yearning to be glued with a cog,
On the comfy couch.
But the cat thought “he has a mat!”
“Then why does he look at me like a hungry rat!?”
But that single spot had caused such a fog,
Between the animals, someone could have written a blog,
But never did the cat move, instead would lay flat,
On the comfy couch.
By: Naila Khan
Words
I live my life in written word
As well as it spoken or heard
But no one would even believe
Nor hope, dream, ponder, or conceive
That they fly from me like a bird,
So quick and rarely discovered.
These fright less beings have earned
The right to know that just as Eve,
I live my life.
Her life and mine have mirrored
One another, our lust answered
By the tree. No longer naïve,
I sing and write words in a weave.
I live my life.
...Laura O’Hagan
Draped in velvet with a lace trim
In a shop once so bright, now dim,
A marionette, strings in tow
Yearns for a place in the window,
In the spotlight, pretty and prim.
Not one crack, nor a missing limb.
Just a soul waiting for a hymn
With cheeks painted a rosy glow
Draped in velvet.
In a store once teaming, now grim,
Window shoppers pass on a whim,
Seeking a laugh, seeking a show.
Peeking through a clouded shadow
To that no longer at the brim.
Draped in velvet.
...Jason Tse
The ant went marching up the hill,
He finds himself by Jack and Jill.
It puzzled him why they were there
confused themselves, they sat and stared,
at their silver bucket unfilled.
When the girl saw the ant “Kill kill!”
was all she yelled, the ant stood still.
“Calm down, the neighbors you will scare”
The ant just grinned.
With his foot mid-air, the boy yield.
“Silly kids go back to the fields,
for water flows down,” He snared.
An argument, they did not dare
they rushed, and tripped, and down they fell
The ant just grinned.
...Julia Le
I cry for them in Taiji, Japan
Where dolphin's blood feeds the fisherman
Spears piercing flesh, blood draining out
Filling all consumer heads with doubt
Twenty-three thousand dead again
It’s senseless, really, why they can
Keep murdering without a ban.
Not born with voice boxes to shout,
I cry for them.
Why, through no action, do we fan
This disgusting, flawed, and cruel plan
To harm and continue to flout
All they damage and still without
A single law being broken
I cry for them.
...Alyssa Capilli
Sitting alone now beside you
Your heart is gone, it’s split in two
You love someone else, admit it
You feel it in your stomach’s pit.
Denying it won’t help, it’s true.
Every day you go to the zoo
And you sit there thinking it through
The hurt in your heart won’t remit
You don’t love me.
I look into your eyes, so blue,
Your quiet gaze, I get the clue
You want to leave and you admit
That I for you am so unfit
And someone else has changed your view
You don’t love me
...Liz Licea
Our Secret Spot, love has been born
A place we have laughed, we have mourned
Daily, nightly, the time there flies
Unaware of the change in skies
A ripe love that was at first, torn
By a previous love, now scorned
Have we moved on? The past forlorn?
A love founded on that of lies
Our Secret Spot.
Despite all, you make me reborn
With you, I’d try what hasn’t been worn
So unlike myself, one that tries
To form love founded on loose ties
Love stronger through all than unborn
Our Secret Spot.
...Gabrielle Arroyo
His life clung on to the seconds
His short four years of life ended
On the corner laid a mother
His tiny body she smothered
How did he fall under the wheel?
The car moved slow yet no one squealed
The only thing left was a tear
No matter if you live or die
Death follows you
He slowly moved his tiny arm
His body was freed from the dark
Painful smiles ran across his face
He defied the clutches of fate
Although the black coffin is far
Death follows you
...Christina Zuniga
Observing the world around me
Deciding who I want to be
People have already chosen
To be filled with love or poison
But who should I decide to be
Am I happy do I envy?
Or should I stay a mystery
The world a blur an explosion
Who can I be?
A dreamer? lover? Anything!
a human being full of greed?
Of everything I have chosen
My body full of emotion
I have decided to be me
Who can I be
...Angelica Flores
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