A rondel is a verse form originating in French lyrical poetry, later used in the verse of other languages as well, such as English and Romanian. It is a variation of the rondeau consisting of two quatrains followed by a quintet (13 lines total) or a sestet (14 lines total). The rondel was invented in the 14th century, and is arguably better suited to the French language than to English.
(Not to be confused with Roundel, a similar verse form with repeating refrain.)
The first two lines of the first stanza are refrains, repeating as the last two lines of the second stanza and the third stanza. (Alternately, only the first line is repeated at the end of the final stanza). For instance, if A and B are the refrains, a rondel will have a rhyme scheme of ABba abAB abbaA
The meter is open, but typically has eight syllables.
OURS IS...
Like that orange you are peeling
my heart lies gently in your hand
I melt away just as you planned
there's no use in my concealing
Pulling away those old feelings
I'm lost in your every command
Like that orange you are peeling
my heart lies gently in your hand
Upon the ground you are kneeling
With a question I understand
Your love I could never withstand
this feeling is real appealing
Like that orange you are peeling
Tee Hee Hee
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
I sit here in tranquillity
ReplyDeleteMy mind has the ability
To find my peace amongst the strife
Amongst words that can cut like a knife
Ignoring the hostility
Amid the noise and haste of life
I sit here in tranquillity
While greed and hatred all are rife
Although it needs agility
Turn away from futility
Follow peace like the pipers fife
Amid the noise and haste of life
I sit here in tranquillity.
Amid the noise and haste of life
ReplyDeleteI sit here in tranquillity
My mind has the ability
To find my peace amongst the strife
Amongst words that can cut like a knife
Ignoring the hostility
Amid the noise and haste of life
I sit here in tranquillity
While greed and hatred all are rife
Although it needs agility
Turn away from futility
Follow peace like the pipers fife
Amid the noise and haste of life
I sit here in tranquillity.
Sit quietly and watch the sun
ReplyDeleteSink to the earth behind the hill
And watch the stars the dark sky fill
For now the night time has begun.
The birds the darkness quickly shun
And in the tree braches do still
Sit quietly and watch the sun
Sink to the earth behind the hill
The fox can prowl, the badger will
Creep from his sett and join the fun
The owl will swoop, the mouse will run
While bats call out with cries so shrill
Sit quietly and watch the sun
Sink to the earth behind the hill
Why can't I win the lottery?
ReplyDeleteAnd spend my days in idle wealth
While doing good in quiet stealth
Then since my body's tottery
Invest some time in sottery
And even more in better health.
Why can't I win the lottery
And spend my days in idle wealth
Eat off expensive pottery
Worcester, Wedgewood or Spode or Delft
Happily I would spoil myself
Until I'm old and dottery.
Why can't I win the lottery?
And spend my days in idle wealth.
Oooo! My brain hurts.
ReplyDeleteThis one seems difficult!!!!
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