#using form

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Using form: Couplets/Sonnet: Gail White, 'Prayer Updated'

To Anyone who still may be attentive from Infinity, we bless you from our dot in space and thank you for our privileged place. Give us this day on which to feed a bit more gluten than we need, and when we’re adequately fed, help us to get and stay ahead and save for our retirement enough plus twenty-five per cent. May old age find us cheerful still, our life in order like our will, with neither…

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Using form: Pantoum: Brian Allgar, 'And then I told you'

We kissed. And then I told you (it was over dinner at some fancy restaurant) I loved you, but I couldn’t live like this, meeting from time to time; I needed more. Dinner at some fancy restaurant, and timid sex at your place; that was all, each meeting. From time to time, I needed more than you were ready for, so reticent and timid. Sex at your place – that was all. Each meeting’s end, I tried…

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Using form: Songs as poems: Duncan Gillies MacLaurin, 'But At Least I Had A Ball'

I’ve always loved to sing an’ dance. I’m better at the first. An’ given even half a chance, I’m bound to do my worst. I’ve struggled sometimes with romance, succumbed to alcohol, but at least I had a ball. I liked to smoke a lot of weed an’ hash while in my prime. I’d barely write an’ hardly read, just wasted space an’ time. I didn’t think that I’d succeed with anything at all, but at least I had…

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Using form: simple, classical: Sara Teasdale, 'May Day'

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after…

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Using form: Susan Jarvis Bryant, 'A Monosyllabic, Monorhyme, Valentine Villanelle'

I ache to take your hand. My head says no – You’ll sway me, play me, then you’ll let me go. My heart says take a chance. Dance long and slow. Which one (my head or heart) is in the know? Fazed by your blaze, I melt like sun-soaked snow. I ache to take your hand. My head says no. Your wish, it heats the breeze. I hear it blow. Your beat thrums though my veins. I feel the flow. My heart says take a…

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Using form: villanelle: Melissa Balmain, 'Villain Elle'

Whenever I wake up and don’t feel well, I like to read a women’s magazine. I know that I can count on Vogue or Elle, Cosmo or Glamour, Self or Mademoiselle, instead of pills, elixirs or caffeine, whenever I wake up and don’t feel well. Page Eight has bathing suits that look just swell if you’re six foot and live on Lean Cuisine. I know that I can count on Vogue or Elle. Page Nine’s a list of…