Ballad

A short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain. The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends.

They are written in straight-forward verse, seldom with detail, but always with graphic simplicity and force. Most ballads are suitable for singing and, while sometimes varied in practice, are generally written in ballad meter, or common meter, i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter, with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming. (xaxa)

 

Example Poem

Part of a composite poem called
Loves Lost

When cancer took my mom away
I wished it had been me.
Yet Johnnie’s pain was just the same,
that anyone could see.

I took the emo route and thought
I’d maybe end my life.
Then Johnny took up guiding reins
no longer held by wife.

He brought me back from self-abuse
and stopped me being wild.
He gave me strength and sound advice
a mother gives her child.

He told me my virginity
was not for common guys;
it was a one-time gift to give
to true love as a prize.

“To honor your mom, succeed now
and in your coming life.”
He cared for me relentlessly
while having now no wife.

My love for Jonny, grew with me,
(for I’d begun to bloom.)
I fantasized about my  “dad”
when lonely in my room.

He was a “hunk” my girl-friends thought.
I’d always shared that view.
Two hundred pounds of sculptured male
and standing six-foot-two.

My want was such I had to touch
his beauty every day.
I’d accidently show down blouse
and make my cute butt sway.

And when I’d sit upon his lap
before “goodnights” were said,
I’d feel him grow and I would know,
what he would do in bed.

Then one warm summer day instead
of sitting I just rode
his leg.  It was spontaneous
and caused me to explode.

His want was clear, but one lone tear
I saw roll down his face.
He thought accepting offered gift
would be his life’s disgrace.

We talked and hugged and he held
me closely while he said,
“My sweetheart Ann, when you’re eight-teen
I think that we should wed.

© Lawrencealot – November 10, 2012

Slide Ballad

This form was invented by Larry Eberhart, aka, Lawrencealot 
and dedicated to Victoria Sutton, aka, Passionspromise, inventor of the Slide Sonnet.
Slide Ballad consists of 6 or more quatrains in common meter
Rhyme pattern
xaxa
xbxb
xcxc
xdxd
xaxa
xbxb
xcxc
xaxa

The rhyme of first stanza to be repeated every fifth stanza, and as the final stanza,
Only the a-rhymes must rhyme in each stanza
Where the a-lines in the final stanza are made up of segments from
the preceding a-lines, see template and example
 
Feminine rhyme is permitted as exception to common meter.
(This is mainly and exercise form, without much to recommend it.)
Example Poem
Soldier   (Slide Ballad)

There was nowayhe’d fail to join
the fight, and stay and play
while others wore the uniform
and gave their lives away.

His parents’ view, was fearful but,
all hoped he’d make it through.
His Margie said “You’ll come back, Joe,”
I’ll wait until you do.

The war ground on, relentlessly,
’til many friends were gone.
Some missing limbs went home.  Some stayed,
interred ‘neath foreign lawn.

Joe suffered grave injuries twice,
from those who would enslave.
He returned to fight each time – saying,
“It’s not because I’m brave.

I want to stay until we win,
We shall ,I hope and pray.
I cannot set aside my role
while evil still holds sway.

He was the last left living now
behind the lines when fast
advancing  enemy took charge,
and then the battle passed.

‘Twas only he the farmer found
a live, but bound to be
a corpse if left. The farmer cared
with quiet dignity.

Another year elapsed; he healed,
and hid and helped them clear
their crops,  He learned some French and learned
the end of war was near.

There was no way to thank his friends
who’d risked their lives that way.
I’ll fetch my Marge, then we’ll return;
We shall ,I hope and pray.

  © Lawrencealot – January 8, 2013
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