Acrostic Tribute Sonnet

Acrostic Tribute Sonnet
Form invented by Ron Morris writing as Nobody Special on All Poetry.

Stanzaic:
Meter: Optional
Rhyme Scheme: Poet’s choice
Structured: The first letters of each line, followed by the title sets forth the message.

This is his first example:

An Angel

Golden smile and silver hair
Remarkable stories she would share
Always a laugh and never despair
Note that everyone would swear
None to this lady could ever compare
You knew this lady was very rare.

Could say she was a millionaire
Love she got from everywhere
And even from her armchair
I would say she’ll always care
Red roses belong to this lady fair
Even George and Cecil would declare.

I’ll know her by her wit and flair
Should I ever see another Granny Claire. . . . .

Here is my first attempt:

Cheer to Friends (Acrostic Tribute Sonnet)

Until you’ve spent some time with Bob, you will
Not know the pain he’s overcome and yet
Clearly his determination still
Lets joy and optimism be his bet
Each day. An outing with him is a thrill
Because he thinks if you’re alive you’re set.

On family matters, he is thrilled to pieces
Because of siblings who always have cared,
Bob’s proud of pretty, cool and loving nieces
Recalling happiness they all have shared.
In nature, Bob sees God’s own masterpieces!
No one from friendly humor will be spared.

Get out with Bob, and be prepared to smile
Since he believes those smiles are well worthwhile.

Lawrence Eberhart, July 2017

Here is a visual template for this iambic pentameter poem

Queen’s Sonnet

Created by Lisa Morris writing on All Poetry as Streambed
Syllabic: 10 syllables per line, meter optional
Stanzaic: 3 Quatrain plus a couplet
Rhyme Scheme: abba ccac deed ff

Her initial poem:

Lady of the House(Queen’s Sonnet)

I went back to the tree he gave to me
along with all the land that  held its roots; 
it was the first of many of love’s fruits.
He bought me next a fine house by the sea,

Yes, filled its every place with roses, rare.
He gilded out the room that we would share,
and gave me its emerald-laden key;
Inside, I found new wardrobes there to wear. 

But  in this bed, while he held me so near
I missed my father’s farmhouse and my sheep
which on clear nights I heard, though sound asleep.
I felt so safe at home; my flocks were dear!

Now I am over many grand estates,
sweet sheep far off, outside great golden gates.

Lisa Morris @ 2017

My attempt:

Pioneer Souls     (Queen’s Sonnet)

Besotted, Quigly quickly lost his heart.
He worked long days a’herding Long-horn steers
but, weekly danced and quaffed a couple beers;
then dreamed all week of Queenie, quite the tart.

She ran the doves, (called  soiled), who worked upstairs
and gave them larger than their normal shares,
for this  for each, was only but a start,
and madam Queenie was a gal who cares.

Each year the town put on a social dance
and there the Queen and Quigly stepped and swayed
and Quigly, quiet, calm and unafraid
proposed and both accepted life’s new chance.

The town turned out to see the couple wed
then watched them grow a pretty country spread.

Lawrence Eberhart, July 2017

 

Visual Template for Iambic Pentameter

Deplorable

This is a sonnet form invented  by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines, and not yet named, by him. This temporary name provided by Lawrence Eberhart.

It is stanzaic, consisting of quatrain, quatrain, couplet, quatrain. 
It is metric, written in iambic pentameter.
It is Refrained
rhyming pattern: aaaB cccB dd eeebB

Here are Jose’s initial writes.

XXIV. The Deplorables

We do not bear a dainty name
to shield from slander or from shame.
Quite merrily we play the game.
Because we are Deplorables!

We fear no libtards weeping loud;
nor foul illegals, quite a crowd;
nor terrorists with bomb and shroud.
Because we are Deplorables!

There’s one thing all must understand:
we shall protect our Motherland!

This land is ours, do not forget.
Don’t undermine nor pose a threat.
For otherwise you shall regret.
Because we are Deplorables!

— Jose Rizal M. Reyes
February 14, 2017A

Third-person-plural version:

XXIV. The Deplorables

They do not bear a dainty name
to shield from scoffers and from shame.
Quite merrily they play the game.
Because they are Deplorables!

They fear no libtards weeping loud;
nor foul illegals, quite a crowd;
nor terrorists with bomb and shroud.
Because they are Deplorables!

There’s one thing all must understand:
they will protect their Motherland!

It is their land, don’t yout forget.
Don’t undermine nor pose a threat.
For otherwise you shall regret.
Because they are Deplorables!

— Jose Rizal M. Reyes
February 14, 2017A

My Example

A Rogue in Time

If America should be number one,
then Globalists must somehow be undone
and all elites be forced to share the fun.
We need a rogue to put this country straight.

Now multiculturalism ‘s not the goal –
assimilation serves a better role
when any nation cherishes its’soul.
We need a rogue to put this country straight,

I love the land in which I’ve grown and thrived
but far too little spirit has survived.

The liberals think the right thing is to give ,
and thus attract the “gimmees” here to live
til now we finally need to plug the sieve.
We need a rogue to put this country straight.

© Lawrenece Eberhart – April 9, 2017

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Mirrored Seven Sonnet

This is a sonnet form created by John Thompson, writing on Allpoetry.com as iammisterpoet.

Syllabic: 7 syllable per line
Rhyme scheme: abab cdeedc baba, or alternatively
                             ababcdeedcfgfg.

Volta position not indicated.
The sonnet’s presentation is up to the author.

My Example

Refugees (Mirrored Seven Sonnet)

Required aid’s withheld from some
because of religions’ weight.
Don’t let those extremists come
for that’s just importing hate.

When driven by men of greed
who’ll fly a flag that’s false
intending to demonize
so people will realize
the violence is not our fault,
those greedy men will succeed.

Refuse them, reject the bait
Deny them their beating drum,
Man’s morality cant wait
We win if we don’t succumb.

© Lawrenceaot – January 10, 2016

Visual Template

Mirrored Seven Sonnet

Kal’s First Fireburst

Kal’s First Fireburst

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The third line in each stanza must have a feminine end-word.
Rhyme Pattern:  abcb bcdc cded de, where the red letters indicate feminine rhyme.

Example poem

Owed to Judges (Kal’s First Fireburst)

Someone is tasked with being judge, of course
in any competition of the arts.
Most earn the right thru their displayed performance;
they know the subject and its many parts.

Ascension doesn’t come in fits and starts.
Good judges are not found by happenstance.
The choosers can’t be slouches (lest they’re wealthy
when finding talent’s just a game of chance.)

Ekphrastic work by poets should enhance
appreciation of the art they see
The poet’s not the judge of what’s been rendered
yet his interpretation talks to me.

So, judges I applaud you, don’t you see?
It’s challenging to have the final word.

© Lawrencealot – April 14, 2015

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Kals First Fireburst

 

Solihull Sonnet

The Solihull sonnet form was invented by Barry Hopkins, a Silhillian*, writing on Allpoetry as Black Narcissus , and composed as a double sonnet. Which I have shown below.

The sonnet may be written in either iambic pentameter or tetrameter.
A volta is optional,
(Which makes for a easy story telling sonnet.)
but if it occurs shall occur at line 13.
Rhyme Scheme ababababababcc.
(Differs from the Indonesian Sonnet, only by the final couplet.)

Yes, It Has Got Summer’s Day In It, But It’s Not What You Think.

Alas it was a day of bland cliché
where every line was naught but platitude;
my inspiration – ‘ Fifty Shades of Grey ‘
was more like shaking hands with gratitude;
I searched for something bawdy and risqué,
lascivious with fifty shades of lewd,
yet I seemed more engrossed by peach soufflé,
had I become a straight-laced, priggish prude?
Where once my mind obsessed on lingerie
my only contemplation was of food;
downcast I strolled into a strange cafe
to ponder this decorous attitude.
The waitress had come-hither, deep blue eyes,
but I just stared at all the apple pies.

“ What bothers you, this wondrous summer’s day? “
She asked and said “ I’m sorry to intrude.”
I spoke to her of my complete dismay
as on my apple pie I slowly chewed.
The more we talked the more I begged her stay
and sensed a subtle changing to my mood,
it seems we talked the afternoon away
by evening I was such a horny dude.
A man has urges that he must obey
and those cannot be baked or barbecued,
all thought of food was now in disarray
would she be as delicious in the nude?
That night was one of whispering and sighs,
the sort a poet must immortalize.

 

* Solihull is one of the most prosperous towns in the English Midlands. In November 2013, the uSwitch Quality of Life Index named Solihull the “best place to live” in the United Kingdom.  Residents of Solihull and those born in the town are referred to as Silhillians.  The motto of Solihull is Urbs in Rure (Town in Country).
Pasted from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solihull

 

My example

My Vagabond Youth (Solilhull Sonnet)

I wandered everywhere when I was young,
at first on foot around the countryside,
then later I hitch-hiked or rode among
the hobos who preferred a freight to ride.
Throughout the western states my hat was hung
in restaurants where my chores for food were plied
and in resort campgrounds where songs were sung.
I slept on beaches cleaned up by the tide,
and shared the food that other folks had brung;
the tales I told them kept them satisfied.
I may have spoke at times with fork’ed tongue
embellished tales – I never outright lied.
I later ventured East, but came back West
to settle in the country I liked best.

© Lawrencealot – April 7, 2015

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Solihull Sonnet

 

Double Sonnet

The Double Sonnet can be one of three sonnet forms.
◊ The Double Sonnet is 1 poem made up of 2 sonnets. Given this description, the poem could employ a Sicilian Sonnet and a Shakespearean Sonnet or whatever variable combination of sonnets the poet chooses.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem in which the sonnet rhyme scheme is doubled. This description would mean that the poem is made up of 2 sonnets of the same variation and rhyme scheme, such as 2 Wordsworthsonnets or 2 Terza Rima sonnets.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem that doubles the sonnet octave and then doubles the sonnet sestet. This seems to be more like one sonnet doubled in size than 2 individual sonnets stuck together by proximity and theme. In this scenario there would be only one turn or pivot which I assume would occur near the end of the 2nd octave or during the 1st sestet.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1058#double
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.

I ran a contest on Allpoetry.com to obtain samples of each type, and here
they are.

Double Sonnet – Type 1
The poet chose a Spenserian sonnet and a Malayan Wave Sonnet.

Paper Love
By Julia H. West, writing as Welshbard

Paper Love

My love is flat, and words its pages fill.
I bring it out while climbing into bed,
And open up its covers with a thrill,
To let its great adventures crowd my head.

For after my mundane concerns have fled
I turn a page, and open up the gate.
New cities, countries, worlds are mine instead
Of bosses, boring meetings, and debate.

And even in the daytime, ‘neath the weight
Of dreary office work and dull routine
I’m eager, for I know my love awaits
To carry me away to some new scene.

A day without my love I can’t endure;
Its tales of other lives have such allure.

When I must fly, to make my luggage light
I bring the love whose face glows in the night.
In my hotel it carries me away
With tales of danger, daring, and delight.

Once far from home, when meetings filled my day;
All done! I sought my love without delay.
But when I pressed the button on the side
What tragedy!  There was no bright display.

It wouldn’t charge, no matter what I tried
I must admit I very nearly cried.
I urgently dumped purse and bag and case,
And then a battered paperback I spied.

There are some things a tablet can’t replace.
I smiled, and held the book up to my face.

Picture Credit: https://seredipityminds.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/bogerd-escha-van-den-woman-reading-in-bed-png2.jpg

 

Double Sonnet – Type 2

The poet chose a double English Sonnet

Beyond the Pale
By L. Allen Bacon, writing as Allen a Dale

High drama breaks out midst the bourgeoisie
When fledgling children burst upon the scene
A father proud beholds his new trainee
The mother reigns as newly minted queen

Their world once elementary has changed
The two that started out as one are three
Now every circumstance must be arranged
To suit a child’s many varied needs

But love compels the bold intrepid crew
That mans the fledgling schooner stem to stern
Come wind and waves and storms that rage anew
They’ll never from their sacred trust adjourn

The child that trustingly lays in their arms
Must live with love far from the world’s alarms

In time however young ones will mature
And roles once fixed become a different thing
The hands that once protected aren’t as sure
For them it’s winter now not early spring

The youthful hold the hands of their own child
As we look on and wonder where life’s gone
For all the days when we were so beguiled
Have made their exit and the curtains drawn

Now when they look at us in sunset’s light
They can’t imagine life when we’re not here
But truth be told they each will do all right
For what they need to do is crystal clear

They’ll face into the wind and set the sail
And for their children go beyond the pale

Author’s Notes:

I try to include a list of vocabulary and phrases just because some things get lost without an explanation. I am also a bit of a nut about wanting to know the etymology of words and phrases. Google is a wonderful thing!

Vocabulary:
bourgeoisie [(boor-zhwah- zee)] (For the purposes of this poem) In general, the middle class. Applied to the Middle Ages, it refers to townspeople, who were neither nobles nor peasants.
Beyond the Pale: “The everyday use of the word ‘pale’ is as an adjective meaning whitish and light in colour (used to that effect by Procol Harum and in countless paint adverts). This ‘pale’ is the noun meaning ‘a stake or pointed piece of wood’, a meaning now virtually obsolete except as used in this phrase, but still in use in the associated words ‘paling’ (as in paling fence) and ‘impale’ (as in Dracula movies).

The paling fence is significant as the term ‘pale’ came to mean the area enclosed by such a fence and later just figuratively ‘the area that is enclosed and safe’. So to be ‘beyond the pale’ was to be outside the area accepted as ‘home’.” 

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/beyond-the-pale.html

Double Sonnet – Type 3
This poet chose to double the octave and Sestet of a Petrachan Sonnet

Blueberry Riverside
by Penelope Allen writing as PenAllen

Blueberry Riverside

I always ride along the survey roads
that neatly notches backwood’s horizon.
I’ll follow trails where moccasins would run
on down to peaceful riverside abodes.
It’s there, the raucous magpie’s call explodes
and laughing children’s echoes blot the sun.
Where nations died, a crimson tribe’s undone.
The scattered arrowheads show episodes
of feast and famine before life erodes.
The signs are shattered skulls and bones that stun
until one turns away from less than none.
No fireside stories told in dancer codes
and drums have died to thunderstorm downloads.
My eyes are scratched by dusty devil’s fun
but blackened tracks of tears will dry to dun.
Before I go, I ponder woeful odes.
 
My horse is restless, time of day grows short.
A father’s way becomes the son’s pastime.
My daily crimes are plentiful it’s true.
I kill my share of game for lack of sport.
Today, my taste is dryly caked with grime.
A bitterroot has burst where lilies grew.
The river’s bank has broken, I abort
my plans to ride across to lowly climb.
As dusk descends, my horse is urged anew
to take me up the hill, our last resort.
The ridge is reached, the past has lost its prime.
Who judges me will also judge you too

Picture credit
 https://bcrailfortnelson.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/img_5614sm.jpg

 

 

Teacher-Pupil Equation

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: aaaa aaaa bbbb bb

My example

Unnovation (Pupil-Teacher Equation)

I have to tell you studious girls and guys,
it helps to have a teacher who is wise,
a poet who is able to apprise
a novice what he ought not to surmise.

A knowing reader won’t then criticize
where other poets try to improvise.
But in contests, it might just be unwise
to dress your meter down with much disguise.

A hypermetric foot fulfills a role;
for fem’nine rhyme it’s something I extol
but if just breaking flow’s your only goal
re-think that tactic, poet, I cajole.

Don’t diddle with what some of us extol.
for meter serves a poem and gives it soul.

© Lawrencealot – April 1, 2015

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Pupil-Teacher Equation

Spenserian Forte

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abab bcbc cdcd dd
which is different from the Spenserian Sonnet which is
abab bcbc cdcd ee

My Example

An Idea’s Time to Die (Spenserian Forte)

The mathematician told me it was true
That infinity packs a awesome punch.
An infinite number string, in his view
will somewhere hold another similar bunch
that’s infinite as well. Does that suit you?
Not me, it don’t; it’s counter to good sense.
They made the rules; not every rule is true.
It fit Big-bang; they’ve used it ever since.
That theory’s bogus; things are getting tense,
with singularities in disarray.
With math’s infinity we may dispense.
New rules, made by bright fools fail every day.
We don’t know everything, and that’s okay,
but vested interests oft get in the way.

© Lawrencealot – March 22, 2015

How fortuitous then, that I should today come across this article excerpted from John Brockman’s book “This Idea Must Die”.
Personally it validates my belief for which I have or need no proof.  Socially, it holds out hope that physicist and cosmologists may break away from the tyranny of mathematics.

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/crux/2015/02/20/infinity-ruining-physics/#.VQ9C047F9qX
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Spenserian Forte

Sonnenzio

Kim Addonizio invented this form of the sonnet, calling it a sonnenizio. What you do is take a line—any line—from someone else’s sonnet and use it as the first line of your sonnenizio. You then repeat one word from that first line in each of the subsequent 13 lines. You end the poem with a rhyming couplet. 

In this sonnenizio of mine (which is a good two years old), I’ve taken a line from John Berryman’s second “Sonnet to Chris” and repeated the word “turn” in each line. I changed it up a bit, as you’ll see with “external,” “taciturn,” “turnstiles,” etc. I almost called this poem “Turnips and Tangerines,” but eventually realized that leaving it untitled would be better than calling it that. 

[As nude upon some warm lawn softly turn] 

As nude upon some warm lawn softly turn 
Your external gaze at the avalanche crackling 
Down the taciturn house. All bear the drag 
Of newly-polished turnstiles, so fearful 
Of the internment that tingling brings. “An 
Upturn in sales should mark the new calendar 
Year, but the public should beware the return, 
In April,” of easy nocturnes, lazy ears, 
Listening to nothing but Saturnian odes, or else 
Some stern warning about wasting your life. 
Consider me a turncoat if you will, but I know 
Where my loyalty lies. The turnverein is filling, 
Friend, with tiny-breasted women: advise my attorney 
Of our hasty plans to indict true love for eternity.

Pasted from <http://michaelschiavo.blogspot.com/2004/04/sonnenizio.html
My thanks to Michael Schiavo

 

Sonnenizio on a Line from Wendy Cope
I had this bird called Sharon. Fond of gin—
it could do the Gingerbread Man in different voices.
After a couple of gin slings, it could out-dance
Ginger Rogers from its perch. I played the harmonica
badly. Behind the scenes. Like noise from cotton gin
ruining the sunrise. I drank gin rickey until
I became a sore virgin, the losing end of a speech
impediment, gingivitis. It made me clean its cage
in my original D&G bathrobe and plastic clogs.
There, myna droppings juxtaposed gingersnaps.
The smell fizzed gin and tonic up my nose.
It called me names. It mocked me in pidgin.
Wretched bird. It even beat me in gin rummy.
Before the ginger cat ate it, I swear it said yummy.

Pasted from http://www.eclectica.org/v11n1/ang_word.html

 

Restated Specifications:
The Sonnenzio by be blank verse, or any rhyme pattern as long as it ends with a rhymed couplet.

 

My example

Price Elasticity of Demand (Sonnenzio)

It wasn’t that I didn’t think her fine,
It wasn’t that she wasn’t from my race,
It wasn’t that her father owned the mine,
It wasn’t that he kept me in my place.
It wasn’t that she acted like a snob,
It wasn’t that her father fired my dad,
It wasn’t for the nobs with which she’d hob;
don’t think that when she’d smiled I wasn’t glad.
Don’t think she thought I wasn’t fun to tease;
she teased all boys, it wasn’t only me.
Don’t think I wasn’t proud as punch to please.
I would have but her favor wasn’t free.
It wasn’t that a line formed at her door,
I’d settle for a less expensive whore.

© Lawrencelot – March 20, 2015

The following is the first line from a Black-Narcissus Sonnet:
“I wrote a folded sonnet in a room that wasn’t there”

See it HERE.