Poiesis Stew

I’m sitting alone

At home

Trying to find the words

To write this poem

A glass of wine

Would be divine

Help refine

Each and every line

A pint of Guinness

Just like Kavanagh

Brendan Behan

Flann O’Brien

A mix of vowels

With consonants

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Sound with symbols

It could be a Sonnet

A five beat ten syllable line

Maybe I’ll just rhyme

Every second line

It could be an epic

Telling of deeds

Battles won

lost

A limerick would be cool

But, it needs five lines

Would have to be bawdy

Humour attached

Comic verse

To make me laugh

Some intimate sniggers

With loud guffaw’s

My poem could be sad

A tale of woe

A perpetrator glad

With evil intent

A sexual tiger

About to roar

Hidden passions

Under a sensuous cloak

It may be a story of love

Happy or sad

Murder and mayhem

Deep desires

It could be verse for children

Something simple about suds

Stepping on the cat

Or daddy falling into a pond

Evil dreams

Put to pen

A dose of cynicism

Rhythmic coddle

Paradise lost

Lament

Ode

Ballad

Rhyming schemes

Assonance

Poetic form

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I would be blessed

If I had the recipe

A map of dreams

Mixed with spice

Would be nice


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