A Last Thought

The call to battle, defends the mind

Was it yesterday, my childish thoughts entwined?

Playing same field where wood-bind-twine

For what now, to do our lot.

Stout heart, be brave armor brought

Souls cry no tear, earth fate we leave behind

The call to battle, defend the mind

Was it yesterday, my childish thoughts entwined?

We band of corpses walk more not

Courage, bravery, we get behind

All our lives now drop behind.

Oh! (pause)... how soft this grass, thought

The call to battle, defend the mind...

by Ron Hunter BFA.MED.BFA

9/23/2005

Rondel. French in origin, thirteen-line poem in three stanzas of 4, 4, and 5 lines. Traditionally syllabic in English, as in the French, though in English the measure tends to become iambic, lines are of any (but equal) length. Line 1 is repeated as lines 7 and 13: 2 is repeated as line 8.

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Ode to Wife

Gently lips kiss

Our flower of East, passion enlist

Gently lips kiss

For softly speak, our lives consists

Warm soft flesh, do explore sweet bliss

Clothed in wet fragrance we do play

Gently lips kiss.

Rondelet. French in origin. A seven-line, syllabic poem, though the measure (as Always with syllabic) tends to become iambic in English. The syllabic counts per line as 4, 8, 4, 8, 8, 8, and 4. Line 1 is repeated as line 3 and 7, the rhyme pattern interlock between the refrain and longer lines.

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The end of time

Till mornings final sleeping

To dark over cloth wearing

The morning last shin falling

We stand by whole deep calling

No great song, where song, wailing

Wind swipe hills dark play falling

Was enough what time stalling?

What treasure the last hauling?

E state of death not wishing

We eat no more by this dish

For our supper better dish

Laughter with company is bliss

English Proest Dalgron - Welsh in Origin. Quatrains of 7-syllables line all ending in assonantal rhymes.

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Coconut, Rum and Lime

So bitter to the taste lime

So sweet the taste comes to mind

Bit so sharp cool your body slime

It is in not you we dine

The bright song is your crime

For is it your nature chime

To brighten that which we dine

It is your poetry to rhyme

If taste where war, you win mine

The coconut and rum prime

Waiting for evenings key lime

The Coconut Rum and lime.

English Proest Dalgron -Welsh in Origin. Quatrains of 7-syllables line all ending in assonantal rhymes.

A Last Thought

Ode to Wife

The end of time

Coconut, Rum and Lime

By Ron Hunter