Triolet

  Of Webs and Whispers   I. The Myopic Eye ---a pantoum A spider spinning scripture for the flies--- It...

  My Pyjamas! My jamas have lemurs and llamas, A rude cockatoo and a yak, Cerulean shrews and iguanas All...

  Spontaneous Conjugal Combustion ---a villanelle He simply couldn't turn the other cheek On ceaseless babble drowning out the game....

  Will the Sentence Get the Death Sentence? ---a triolet I write a line, then I decide: will it survive,...

  Hidden Harmonies “In all chaos there is cosmos. In all disorder a secret order.” ---Carl Jung   I. Slaying...

  New Year’s Peeve   I. Cassandra’s Countdown The Eve arrives in sequin-spangled zing. The clock ticks on as tipsy...

  Grave New Globe   I. Lair ---a pantoum You said that owning nothing was a blessing. You whipped our...

  The Candy Bandits They’re heartless and artful---delinquents of wit With grab-happy claws and a glare that is lit With...

  Parroting the Party Line   i. The Chorus of Consensus ---a triolet The talking heads squawk on and on....

. Silent Movies As silent movies play inside your head, Their scattered shadows, faint and far away, You try to...

. Simply Chilling . I. A Boring Villanelle My humdrum life has been a constant bore--- An unembellished scene of...

. Clueless ---a villanelle How can I tell what is and isn’t true In daffy days that stupefy the wise?...

. Auntie Barb ---a pantoum She cuts the cheats and charmers to the quick—Her tongue will skin a scoundrel in...

. The Ego Lingers Longer Than The Mind The ego lingers longer than the mind, It dares to whisper yearnings...

. Anachronistic Chaucer When April showers, forecast on TV,delayed our pilgrimage to Canterbury,an eating house, clept Hooters, we espiedbeside a...

. Spring Bloomers ---a triolet A lick of spring has kissed the air Whispering of skimpy knickers--- It’s time to...

. Winter Song Hymen, Venus, Graces three, _save me lest I wither like some sap-sucked blasted tree; Hymen, Venus, Graces...

. Mr. Bluebird Your spirit rose before I spied your form. It dulled the winter sting and stilled the storm....

. Ode to a Dodo  inspired by Paul A. Freeman’s "Paradise Island"   O tragic fowl of cataclysmic fate, Your magic...

. Bedtime Stories in triolets He’d curl her close and hold her tight and let the words dance in the...

. Off Guard Coyotes drag their quarry past the line  Drawn in the sand to stop the ghastly game   Of...

. Woke Christmas We dream of Christmas like we used to know, With Santa Claus and sleigh rides in the...

. They Have Our Genes They have our genes; they’re human beings, Our fifteen frozen embryos. Regardless of your disagreeings,...

. Younger Selves I have you leaning up against my side, Our boys and girls around us on the couch....

. Insomnia Kyrielle The stars above have gone to bed, their quilt of clouds a calming sweep as moonlight strokes...

. Target If you’re too young to take a marriage vow, Stuck at an awkward age that won’t allow A dizzy dose...

. Screened. I. The Phony Mom a true story Her phone, in hand above the stroller, Blocked her baby from...

. Banish the Thought Who are you? Not me, I know You creep and crimp my edges fray, An apparition...

. Mother’s TV It numbs regretBut, better yet,Helps her forget,Lest devils spawn. It quells each thoughtOf folly’s rotLost, sold, or...

. Poems by Théodore de Banville (1823-1891) translated by Margaret Coats The Velocipede Half brain, and half a pair of...

. Mind Games---Three Cerebral Triolets  Propaganda  It wants your mind. It wants you blind. It warps and washes wayward brains....

. The Street Cop's Choice Thanks for coming home to help me choose. I know my kids will always have...

. A White Knight a triolet With fires of hope and spirit bright, who will stand up for what is...

. Seeing the Light by Susan Jarvis Bryant . I. Peace Be with You… a pantoum   “Peace is possible, truth...

. A Triolet I promise not to be the coward Who says "I’m sorry" to Big Tech While Joe Rogan’s...

. A Truthful Triolet I want the truth. I want to trust The words that trip from lips that lied....

  A Grave Sin by Satyananda Sarangi How grave's this sin of man to shatter man! The human touch is...

Sweet Recollections an awdl gywydd Tea time, just my mom and me… ___memories so sweet and dear, knowing I was...

This poem is written in response to proposals to sell ancient public forests to private developers in England. https://saveourwoods.co.uk/  ...

By Carol Smallwood The triolet is a medieval French poetry form that has eight lines and was introduced to the...