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Literature
DFC 2018: 18. Disdain
My fingertips have claimed the air
As desperately I wished to know
Why every time I smiled she'd show
Disdain, disgust but never care,
Why laughing made her want to scream!
And hatred met her scornful face
As if she wished she could replace,
Mistakes she made, her stolen dream.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 17. Raucous
Her raucous laughter is a curse,
It cuts my ears with its perverse
Melodic sound that pounds and pounds,
Crushing flesh and splitting bone,
Yet no one seems to find her tone
Upsetting as it shakes my ground,
She smashes silence with delight,
Assassin hiding in the light,
Eroding sanity with stone.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 14. Derelict
The mothballs cannot save this place,
A derelict and frightful sight
With windows black as winter's night
And clutter coating every space,
One cannot see her once proud face:
The ballroom where all danced delight,
Where lovers held their partners tight,
Lost in lustful soul's embrace,
The gilded palace once in view
Had violence storm and rampage through
So naught was left but bare bones picked,
Demise by way of class conflict,
Yet though she was cut down by coup:
One day she will stand tall – renewed.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 16. Christmas Hell
When will these bells that toll desist? They will not give me peace!
Their heartfelt throng, a sound most wrong, the ringing will not cease!
Then carollers with broken tone will not leave me alone!
I wish that I, for just one night, had ears sculpted from stone.
The blinking lights that flash all night, are burned into my brain,
And with each flash, I humbly ask: Has this world gone insane?
The crowds surround and beat the ground, their chaos slowing time,
I must get free, please let me leave, must douse myself in wine.
And what is this, “sweet Christmas bliss”, but one quick way to sell,
A dream that most, can’t hope to host, instead a living hell.
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DFC 2018: 15. Empty Viscera :iconkiwi-damnation:kiwi-damnation 1 0
Literature
DFC 2018: 13. Dear Jo
May your spirit fly with angels,
May it reach the greatest heights,
May you watch us all from Heaven,
Kissed by rays of golden light,
Dear Jo, may love and wonder hold your soul.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 12. The Dance
life
is
a dance:
delicate,
exquisite, torrid,
Vibrant, turbulent and wondrous.
It spins you, claiming every piece of your spirit,
Threatening danger but promising a world much bigger than you can imagine.
And in its arms, you will soar and you will fall, but you will know what it is to be completely, amazingly - unequivocally alive.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 11. Dead Ends
Sweet spindles break,
Each snap making
Space, taking ends
Never mending
Away to build a new beginning.
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DFC 2018: 10. Fireflies
The fireflies arrive at dusk,
Their membraned wings, and tiny husks
They dance about the blood-stained sky
And capture daydreams as they fly
They gather in the moonlight’s musk
And hum as if they mean to busk,
Their joyful movements do deny
That love or hope could ever die
As fireflies arrive at dusk
A symphony of twilight plucks
At heartstrings hardened into tusk
Small glowing bodies wave goodbye
And claim the pain that drenched their eyes,
Revealing light beneath the brusque
The fireflies arrived at dusk
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Literature
DFC 2018: 9. Whatta Wattle
Her hair- green feathers,
Cascades around sunlit spheres,
Begging breezes blow.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 8. Wish Upon A Moment
If
Wishes
Were moments
And always came
True- I’d spend each moment living with you.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 7. L'Esprit de la Lune
A spirit moves before my sight, in dazzling pewter – shrouded white,
Her robes glide gently o’er ground, her skin is shining, blinding bright,
With arms stretched wide, expression fierce, she challenges the creeping night,
And when the day breaks sure and clear, it’s like she was never here.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 6. One Flew Over The Kiwi's Breast
I call you the one
Not for what you’ve done,
But because you are my light
Every single time
That I call you mine,
I just want to hold you tight.
I call you amor,
Because I adore,
Each facet of your being,
I just want you, dear,
Smiling always near,
In lifetimes full and freeing.
I will promise now,
Always show you how
The world changed when I met you,
I give this decree,
I’ll forever be,
The kiwi lass whose heart flew.
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DFC 2014: 4. Neglect's Decay :iconkiwi-damnation:kiwi-damnation 2 5
Literature
DFC 2018: 5. No Absolution
Disrepair and dissolution, naught a thought nor a conclusion,
Touches minds who breathe pollution, shredding love and evolution
“Oppression! Pain! Persecution!” Millions scream for Revolution.
 
Hatred, greed meet prosecution.
                                                There will be no absolution.
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My fingertips have claimed the air
As desperately I wished to know
Why every time I smiled she'd show
Disdain, disgust but never care,
Why laughing made her want to scream!
And hatred met her scornful face
As if she wished she could replace,
Mistakes she made, her stolen dream.
Her raucous laughter is a curse,
It cuts my ears with its perverse
Melodic sound that pounds and pounds,
Crushing flesh and splitting bone,
Yet no one seems to find her tone
Upsetting as it shakes my ground,
She smashes silence with delight,
Assassin hiding in the light,
Eroding sanity with stone.
The mothballs cannot save this place,
A derelict and frightful sight
With windows black as winter's night
And clutter coating every space,
One cannot see her once proud face:
The ballroom where all danced delight,
Where lovers held their partners tight,
Lost in lustful soul's embrace,
The gilded palace once in view
Had violence storm and rampage through
So naught was left but bare bones picked,
Demise by way of class conflict,
Yet though she was cut down by coup:
One day she will stand tall – renewed.
When will these bells that toll desist? They will not give me peace!
Their heartfelt throng, a sound most wrong, the ringing will not cease!

Then carollers with broken tone will not leave me alone!
I wish that I, for just one night, had ears sculpted from stone.

The blinking lights that flash all night, are burned into my brain,
And with each flash, I humbly ask: Has this world gone insane?

The crowds surround and beat the ground, their chaos slowing time,
I must get free, please let me leave, must douse myself in wine.

And what is this, “sweet Christmas bliss”, but one quick way to sell,
A dream that most, can’t hope to host, instead a living hell.
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Welcome To the Fourth, Annual



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:new: This journal was created by a combination between myself and MagicalJoey . We honour her legacy as a writer, friend and member of our community. She was important. I miss you Jo, and hope that you are at peace and watching all our craziness with a smile and a nod. You will live on through your work and the memories we carry in our hearts. 


RIP Joanne Bolton 7th September 2018




Welcome to the fourth year of Octacula! In honour of October and all it cree-eights, Octacula shall reign throughout the entirety of the month. Whether it's the tenth month or the eighth (Oct as in eight baby).

Octacula features eight forms divided into two groups. The first group consists of:

:ninjabattle::matrixfight: Form-idable Foes :matrixfight::ninjabattle:


Chant Royal: The Chainsaw Wielding Psychopath





The Chant Royal is a murderous French form, invented by Christine de Pizan and Charles D'Orléans in the 15th century. It consists of five 11-line stanzas with the rhyme scheme [a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-e-d-E] (E is a refrain) and either a 5-line [d-d-e-d-E] or a 7-line [c-c-d-d-e-d-E] envoi (finishing stanza). The biggest obstacle in a Chant Royal however, is the fact that the same rhyme sounds have to play out throughout the piece and you can't use the same end word twice. It's best to choose a common rhyme sound like eye or bee, otherwise you will run out of words to rhyme and it will unravel.

It doesn't have a set meter type as such, but it is often written in iambic tetrameter or pentameter.




Some Examples


Deal With the Grey OneScathed, was the night under an easy moon
Crept seethingly over, an injured breath
Faint, such a creature, and it did swoon
"At last," said he, "I'll catch my death"
It was his wish, at such a time
He knew himself, no more than swine
No more than dirt, no more than dark
When candle'd lit, he doused the spark
with dreams a'frayed, he hence set forth
Not he, feel weary against price to pay
Humbled fingers that touched not the earth
He looked for light and knew its worth
Black eyes, sunk cheeks, lips puckered still
Brow bent in shame, tensed since such berth
Of whence the grey man took him ill
But he would not let his mind wander
In such a atrocities and nuisance squander
He knew, it was not him to blame
There be other reasons, for his own shame
Torn against tides of a weathering heart
He took the waves in shameful plunder
His soul, drawn paintings of wicked art
For all about him, he looked down beneath
A mirror, reflecting every painful a look
And whence he look'd in such eyes of grief
D
    and     Exploring ThoughtsLament about the past- digress,
Emotions flitting into sight,
Fury, pain and bitterness,
Such feelings plaguing me this night,
And all I want is to be free,
From all these hateful memories,
I want these moments to repair,
My heart from all the guilt I bear,
So forgiveness takes it place,
To mend each rip and frightful tear,
There's nothing in life I'd replace.
I breathe and I believe - express!
Through every word I hereby write,
Releasing bitterness suppressed,
Though nothing happens overnight,
The darkness taints all that I see,
Twist music to cacophony,
And leaving all to seem unfair,
When I'm the one who chose despair,
As I have run from love's embrace,
Towards a victimized nightmare,
There's nothing in life I'd replace.
We learn to live, I must profess,
From every struggle, crucial fight,
As I am craving happiness,
I hold this anger very tight,
And in the process, steal from me,
The right to live life blissfully,
How will I fare? How will I fare?
If all within me is laid bare,
I pr


Yet Barely BegunDesperate desires with unyielding hearts,
Care not my dear for you are quite safe,
I’d wither; I’d die if we mortally part,
Forever I’ll hold you, till the ending of days,
For you are my solace, my comforting light,
You drive away darkness, the unending night,
With not even a thought to your own secret pain,
You’d give up your life if mine were but slain,
In our bodies we’re two, in spirit just one,
Your life is the blood that doth flow through the veins!
This union is strong, yet barely begun.
Your caress brings my soul from the smothering dark,
On your beautiful presence my life I will stake,
And on your soft skin I will now make my mark,
With love I shall bind us in oaths we can’t break,
For you are the one who can bring me delight,
Rescue me from my pitiless plight,
From dastardly deeds I could never refrain,
Where now it is simple to merely abstain,
You make me complete, the process is done,
Control of my life I no longer retain,
This union is strong,
    and     An Ode to Poe - chant royaleA pioneer of tales to chill and fright
Was Master Poe, for, as you may recall,
He penned "The Raven" - famous not in slight,
Its verses known to many, if not all.
Prosaic works of mystery, to thrill
Most anyone into a deathly chill -
And though he struggled constantly with fate,
His death was tragically too soon a date.
For he shall live forever in his lore,
Though life cut short did ne'er befit this Great,
And thus I quote the Raven - "Nevermore".
Now most would think today Poe lived to write,
But he did write to live. 'Twas his downfall
That on this he relied. Try as he might,
He never seemed to capture nor enthrall.
His walled and ambitions never filled -
What niche could help his works to fit the bill?
His writings barely helped in his estate,
Despite his writing at prolific rate.
But as with any craft, it was a chore -
To write to live, to sleep, to fill his plate -
(And thus I quote the Raven) - nevermore.
And so he ventured, shying from the light,
And journeyed to the darkness o




Grá Reformata: The Paranormal Fear-Jockey





The Grá Reformata was created by Michael King as a variation of the popular form villanelle. It is 27 line poem that features couplets in between classic villanelle tercets.

The rhyme/refrain scheme is as follows:

A1, b, A2| b, c| a, b, A1| b, c| a, b, A2|b, c| a, b, A1| b, c| a, b, A2| a, b, A1, A2|




Some Examples


DFC 2014 - 13. She Walked The StarsI loved her ‘fore I met with her embrace,
A knight of subtle quips and clever wit,
She taught me how to love through time and space,
A passion borne of comet’s fire lit -
She walked the stars to softly hold my heart,
I gazed as if to memorise her face,
Each twitch and twinkle – I knew every bit -
I loved her ‘fore I met with her embrace
A passion borne of comet’s fire lit -
She walked the stars to softly hold my heart,
She transformed my world with effortless grace  
And tended to more wounds than I’ll admit,
She taught me how to love through time and space
A passion borne of comet’s fire lit -
She walked the stars to softly hold my heart,
In her, all self-destruction is erased,
All wrongdoings she lovingly acquits,
I loved her ‘fore I met with her embrace
A passion borne of comet’s fire lit -
She walked the stars to softly hold my heart,
And in acceptance, I have found a place
Where I with sheer imperfections fit,
She taught m
    and     Ave Aqua RegiaAve Aqua Regia
Oh Ave Aqua Regia!
Maria, you must face the truth.
Gold cannot stay. Pante rhea.
Your babe, born in shame, a mistruth.
And dare you bestow a gold crown.
Grandeur delusions, dementia:
You let them anoint oil, brow smooth.
Oh Ave Aqua Regia!
We will find you out as we sleuth,
This crown we will tarnish, bring down.
Methods will break your mania,
Science will melt down your untruth.
Gold cannot stay. Pante rhea.
Maria? Just a simple youth.
Words cannot infect the whole town.
Must stop this poison, Maria.
People are drunk on your vermuth.
Oh Ave Aqua Regia!
This madness begins to show tooth.
People burn and will surely drown!
You must withdraw this idea.
Oh, this blind faith is so uncouth.
Gold cannot stay. Pante rhea.
Such uproar, mass hysteria!
Maria, time is now for sooth!
Oh Ave Aqua Regia!
Gold cannot stay. Pante rhea.
MaggotsX @ 10.09.2016
    and     Gra ReformataWe live our ordinary lives day by day
Pushing and pulling just to get by
Hoping to find comfort along the way
We’re not perfect, though we do try
But that’s just how it goes
We push it all aside come what may
With a grunt and a sigh
We live our ordinary lives day by day
But there’s something I don’t mean to imply
That good things never show
Love and joy will have their say
Giving peace to those who cry
Hoping to find comfort along the way
Even if everything goes awry
Never quit and don’t say ‘NO’
Everyone runs into this same fray
Even if it doesn’t show
We live our ordinary lives day by day
Someone else could struggle to get by
And you would never know
Because they hide their emotions away
While inside they die
Hoping to find comfort along the way
So true to your emotions stay
And don’t give in to a lie
We live our ordinary lives day by day
Hoping to find comfort along the way


A Rain-Drenched FantasySobbing limbs of cedars
Shine, and deep down inside
I'm not happy either
Concrete mixers can't glide,
All grayness is their soul.
When alone I see her
Majesty - the bark bride,
Sobbing limbs of cedars
Dripping and never dried,
Twice-removed from their role.
Concrete men are beavers
Chewing splintery hide-
I'm not happy either
Now when sun is denied,
I grow to become coal.
When you find her, keep her,
Dewy, wooden-eyed bride,
Sobbing limbs of cedars
With vines too-tightly tied;
All grayness, dim and dull.
"Never much a reader,
Nor a writer", she tried
I'M NOT HAPPY EITHER
"Beauty still was sweeter
Than-", I almost replied,
"Sobbing limbs of cedars...
I'm not happy either."
    and     This Swelling HeartWhat did I see that left me so impressed?
What tenderness and peace did you display
That left joy blooming deep within my chest?
It keeps me wide awake, yet gives me rest,
Uneases me, but altogether healing.
To search that memory is quite the quest,
'tis one that in my mind I oft replay:
What did I see that left me so impressed?
Though I can fully reconstruct the day
We met, I cannot fully scribe the feeling
You roused in me, or how it then progressed
To something that would not give up halfway,
But left joy blooming deep within my chest.
For surely I had put you to the test,
That what was fair and flawed would be revealing.
And much I saw, but never had I guessed
That you would hold what made my heart gave way:
What did I see that left me so impressed?
I ask this every time I stop to pray,
My burning heart, my bowed head, posture kneeling,
Intercession to our Father's ears addressed.
From this I know this heart has come to stay,
That leaves joy blooming deep within my chest.
This hear
    and     Let the Music BeginLet the Music Begin
8-12-14
Can you hear the drums, the flute and violin
As they play their lovely song?
Let the music begin!
With such lovely music, where can we go wrong?
If seeing is believing, oh won’t you see
That this music is dancing and light, never sin.
It’s in a place like this where we belong,
Can you hear the drums, the flute and violin?
This music is growing, this music is strong,
This music is glowing, this music is free.
Oh how can you bear it, you with your grin,
To sit there and not hear – to your head be the gong!
Let the music begin.
Listen as it swells within the throng,
Listen as it fills you as well as me.
Music is a game that I know that I can win
As it fills halls and homes and fields long.
Can you hear the drums, the flute and violin?
Sounds emanate from instruments with the sweetest pong
As music is allowed to become, to grow, to be.
Ah music, the world’s sweetest din,
For the meek, the mild, the strong,
Let the music begi




Pentelloum: The Psychological Mind Fuck Master





The pentelloum was devised by haijinik and it is a combination of the villanelle and the pantoum. Any meter or syllabic count is fine, just be consistent throughout the piece. It features at least two 5-line stanzas with refrains and a strict rhyme scheme. The first and last lines of the first stanza invert and are used in the last stanza.


The template below is a three stanza template.

A1, B1, A2, B2, A3 | B1, C1, B2, C2, B3 | C1, A3, C2, A1, C3 |


Some Examples


Written in the Color of My LoveBlackest ink, the color of my love,
Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night;
Compelled to venture where the land grows rough
And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight,
Composing notes you may find good enough.
Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night
And melting snow. With ink as warm as blood,
Come wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight.
I am in search of truth in cedarwood;
A wanderer enamored of the right.
Melted snow with ink as warm as blood.
Composing notes you may find good enough,
I am in search of truth in cedarwood.
Blackest ink, the color of my love:
I write and yet remain misunderstood.
    and     calamari, anyone?my muse is a cephalopod.
i'm subject to her squiddy whims.
with ten arms wielding staves and rods,
any rebellion could be grim;
it's dangerous when we're at odds.
i'm subject to her squiddy whims;
it's dangerous when we're at odds,
any rebellion could be grim.
my muse is a cephalopod...
i could drown in severed limbs.
    and     Lullabyyou can rest your head on my shoulder
don't let the world just pass you by
the pastel sky blends together
a soothing sight for restless eyes
drift off lightly as a feather
don't let the world just pass you by
birds croon for the lingering breeze
a soothing sight for restless eyes
a lullaby to tempt your dreams
allow yourself to fantasize
birds croon for the lingering breeze
drift off lightly as a feather
a lullaby to tempt your dreams
you can rest your head on my shoulder
just rest your weary eyes and sleep


EveningThe capillary rasp of tongues,
I know nothing but chattering
As warm air trades its place with young;
A shiver starts resurfacing
Within the walls of little lungs.
I know nothing but chattering,
Wintery gust I taste your braid;
A shiver starts resurfacing
As degrees fall in centigrade,
The weaving wind is circling.
Wintery gust I taste your braid
Within the walls of little lungs,
As degrees fall in centigrade
The capillary rasp of tongues
Will end all things that I have said.
    and     Marching With PrideMarching With Pride
6-2-15
Hey you with that placard standing over there,
Promoting death and destruction for all who are gay.
Do you really think a father with arms open to hug like a bear
Would kill someone because of how that someone was made?
Yes, I march with them. Why do you stare?
Prompting death and destruction to all who are gay
Is like bringing hell’s wrath upon those with brown hair.
Would you kill someone because of how that someone was made?
I wouldn’t, it’s stupid and certainly not fair.
So come one and come all – it’s time hatred was stayed.
It’s like bring hell’s wrath upon those with brown hair.
Yes, I march with them. Why do you stare?
I wouldn’t, it’s stupid and certainly not fair.
Hey you with that placard standing over there,
We march for freedom, for unity and for you...cos we care.
    and     PendulumsWe two, like skybound pendulums that sang
Alone on alternating frequencies,
Drew near in heartfelt motions, then we swang
Harmonically. We made such harmonies
Our heartbeats lined up perfect, pang for pang.
Alone on alternating frequencies,
Alas, that vital beat now runs too slow
Harmonically. We made such harmonies
But now that period's stopped. For all we know,
Fantasias have turned to fantasies.
Alas, that vital beat now runs too slow.
Our heartbeats lined up perfect, pang for pang,
But now that period's stopped. For all we know,
We two, like skybound pendulums that swang,
Now wait to be laid hold of and let go.


Diebhidhe: The Deliberate Sociopath





The Diebhidhe is a Gaelic form with features quatrains of 7 syllables a line, at least 2 alliterations per line, light rhyming in couplets (aabb) and a lot of alliteration and cross rhyming in the 3rd and 4th line of each stanza.



Some Examples


Becoming the NightAll along my journey here,
feeling daylight disappear,
darkness drains the will to fight,
monsters roam the pale moonlight,
Drifting deeper, fleeting flame,
never will we be the same,
turning, twisting through the gore,
dance with the death forevermore.
Broken, blackened, my rebirth
seeking evil to unearth,
shadows slither through the gloom,
exploring this empty tomb,
Raven riding, passing storm
in the air while we transform,
sky gone grey-scale, stealing light,
before I become the night. 
    and     Diebhidhe: Ink KingdomsWhat justice comes from teacups
Bringing tell-tale mem'ries up
To light, unloved and straining
'Gainst guarded hearts complaining?
Take up the tomes of freedom
The classics, cut from kingdoms,
From republics, raw democracies
Crossing years of youth that bleed
Raw emotion poured from poets
Thrust as far as they can throw it
Into rain and run-off streams
Ancient dynasties and dreams.
Blood and ink and rain congeal
Written well and safely sealed.
Posterity promised praise;
Children's children read and raised
Teacups by a tender fire
Books in bundles stacking higher.
Rain outside falls fast about;
Old men keep the kingdoms out.
Flood the fire, burst the door--
Pick the pages from the floor,
Wave the words like pale, worn flags;
Read them 'til they fall to rags.
History lies in them hid,
Age and time together bid
Classics, canon thus to reign;
Old men wish away the rain.
We know better, we the bards,
Keeping classics in our charge.
Tea and crumpets cast aside,
Spread the wisdom far and wide
    and     Hallowe'en DiebhidheNightly noise of wolves a-howl
Hooting of a hoary owl
Bitter breeze that knocks my knees
Frosty freeze that cracks the trees
Witches whooping as they fly
Sweeping swooping in the sky
Cats of black that arch their backs
Creaky shack with lock that slacks
Viscous veiny blood from bites
From fangs of vampires on nights
Where bat betides, moonlit rides
From ghostly guides, law abides
And amazing in the hour
Bells ring rightly in the tow'r
Midnight moon will set down soon
Death, dealt ruin from sunrise boon
Seeming so, I cheated death
With the dawn's delightful breath
By my mien, what I have seen,
Must've been, but Halloween


Eyes Dry, Waterproof WhiteLet's get it over with, while
The door does inch a short mile;
Let's close it slowly like old
Books bought, sold, and here untold.
Let's take up reading new tomes,
Hold on to new Greeces, Romes;
Let's make up poems tonight,
Words aside, waterproof white.
    and     EclipseBrazen ones of demon blood,
Come to brave the muck and mud,
Watching, waiting for the moon,
May it make its presence soon.
Silently on sandy shores,
Angels come, they can't ignore,
This displayed divinity,
As they bask in its beauty.
Energy eclipses here,
Fire, frenzy, doubt and fear,
As the light and happiness,
Wage their war on darkness.
Bitter battle; brethren bleed,
Hastened as no warnings heed,
Destruction brings only death,
Beings breathe their final breath.
As angels ask for timely peace,
Demons cut; they cannot cease,
Nasty nightmares they create,
Or oft they obliterate.
Varied vices show their ways,
Angels love and live to save,
While wretchedness wears away,
Razing, death and devastate.
Angels gather all to give,
Free the flesh, forget- forgive,
Test yourself, explore the truth,
Query, question, all you knew.
Kisses or a killing spree?
Blessings or brutality?
Hearty love or hateful greed?
Which one would you rather be?
    and     Baby-BeanBaby-Bean
28-12-12
Baby-bean, beautiful babe,
Look at what my body made.
Happy heart beats super strong,
Powerful pulse; you belong.
Body bleeding, what the fuck?
Heart is heaving, more bad luck?
Dearest doctor, mumbling, said:
“Pulse has passed, your baby’s dead.”
Baby-bean, miraculous,
Body broke, disastrous.
God is good, the Christians chant,
He took you; it’s you I want.
Glorious God, full of “love”,
Stole my son to He’en above.
My body rejected you;
There was nothing I could do.




To challenge them we have…



:cling::fear::sprint: Feight-ful heroes unlucky victims :sprint::fear::cling:



Octelle: The First To Die (the person who always goes into the haunted place/ yells “Hello” to random shadows coming towards them)



The Octelle was created by Emily Romano. It consists of one 8-line stanza using personification and symbolism in a story telling manner. The syllabic count is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 with the rhyme scheme is A1,A2,b,b,c,c,A1,A2.

Some Examples


By light of flameGathering on All Hollow's Eve
darkness powers the spells I weave,
a full moon and starless night
flock of ravens taking flight,
only by the light of flame
can the evil be reclaimed,
Gathering on All Hollow's Eve
darkness powers the spells I weave.
    and     Rooted in SeasonsFirm roots; her branches claw the sky,
Leaves fall; the oak is heard to cry.
Springtime rain and summer sun,
Of the past - each season done.
Autumn winds through branches sing,
Of winter sleep and dreaming.
Firm roots; her branches claw the sky,
Leaves fall; the oak is heard to cry.
    and     The FireThe Hall is warm, the men give praise
oh how she longs for an embrace
Catching gazes with her dance
enters an hypnotic trance
her movements flick'ring, flowing
her ardent passion growing
The Hall is warm, the men give praise
oh how she longs for an embrace


OctelleDon’t go, it’s dangerous out there
Those streets are dark and full of fear
Doing what they think is right
Running the streets day and night
Innocent one stay away
Live to see the next new day
Don’t go, it’s dangerous out there
Those streets are dark and full of fear
    and     Remembering 1992They took me in this neighborhood
To where a Blockbuster once stood.
Picture this: the misery
Injustice brought to injury.
This was neutral ground before
It burned before a riot's roar.
They took me in this neighborhood
To where a Blockbuster once stood.
    and     Hidradenitis and The Office (Octelle)Hidradenitis and The Office
1-10-16
The window swishes with a sniff,
Its eyes piercing, its backbone stiff.
Breathing in and breathing out
It creates silence that shouts.
You write your notes in bold ink,
But the window shouts “You Stink!”
The window swishes with a sniff,
Its eyes piercing, its backbone stiff.


Octain Refrain: Comedic Relief/Token Minority (Dies halfway through while repeating tired stereotypical phrases)



The Octain or Octain Refrain is a form developed by Luke Prater. It consists of eight lines structured Abb, aca, bA.
It can also be presented as A, bba, cab, A with the two refrains wrapping around the two tercets. The fifth line (c) should have some internal rhyme in it.


Some Examples


A Lesson in EscapismWhen inspiration escapes thought
and your muse has curled up, catlike,
has given up, taken a hike;
don't just give up, don't be distraught -
go and brave the stormy seas, shoot
into space like an astronaut.
You can't just wait for lightning strikes
when inspiration escapes thought.
    and     Navigating Winter (DFC 2014)Snowflake dragonflies sash and sway.
Beneath a pregnant, lofted moon
we watch the sky.  Remember June?
We both stood tall, our fears at bay.
Hearts cracked, the past weighs on our backs.
On crooked paths, we've gone astray.
Two hurt souls lured by winter's croon.
Snowflake dragonflies sash and sway.
    and     secrets untoldI took your whispered secrets to the grave.
Watched from afar where it was cold,
lamented our story left untold,
while death took me for a slave.
Stumbling through this afterlife,
trying but failing to be brave.
Your hand never mine to hold.
I took your whispered secrets to the grave.


Sight of StarsThe sight of stars in growing dark
Lends the soul a comfort still
Knowing darkness will not fill
The night completely; no, a spark
Is always there, no matter where
Your thoughts may lead you; blank and stark.
The doubt will come again,  it will--
But stars will light your dreamer's heart.
    and     NotM - Bounty: RebirthFrom the Dust
2-8-15
Out from the dust of bitter, twisted words, I’ll rise.
You scorned me as your peer, when we were young in soul,
And you’ll scorn me still today, even though we’ve grown old.
You hated my wings and wisdom, my intellect and eyes –
You thought me ugly in appearance, thought I couldn’t tell the difference
Between words of good and words of lies –
But I’m reborn from your ugly mould:
Out from the dust of bitter, twisted words, I’ll rise.
    and     DFC 2014 4: Widow's WalkWe spent a summer by the sea.
The crested waves the shore confined
shall now my weary spirit bind.
I lack all longing to be free.
Is there a tryst I would not risk,
some task to which I'd not agree
if we could go back to that time
we spent a summer by the sea?


Trois-par-Huit: The Nerd/Logical One (Tried to tell Octelle not to be a dumb ass)



Trois-par-Huit or Three by Eight was created by Lorraine M Kanter and consists of three stanzas totaling 8 lines. The orientation can either be 3, 3, 2 OR 3, 2, 3. The syllabic count builds and then shrinks (3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3). It is meant to be centred on the page. The last line is the title of the poem and summarises the content of the poem. The rhyme scheme is: aab, bbc, cc OR aab, bb, ccc.

Some Examples


Shaping Thin (DFC 2014)The monster 
lurks, a masked impostor
laying claim to space beneath warm skin.
She stays locked 'tween my ribs, my hidden conjoined twin--
raking long nails across sharp bones, shaping me thin.
I beg and I scream.  "Please let me be!"
But such strong doubts don't leave.
She is me.
    and     hollow glowSurrounded,
here I stand, astounded,
wandering beneath a ghostly light.
Weaving between trees, guided through the dark of night,
path forgotten, along this trail they've taken flight,
I alone am compelled to follow.
too awed to wallow...
it's hollow.


light and darkdark and light?
one another benight.
each is a curse and each is a boon;
one can just as easily get lost at high noon,
as one can truly find one's self beneath the moon.
end and beginning, equally hark;
from each other embark
light and dark.
    and     The OakStand strong dear,
Be the immovable oak,
Facing thousands of storms to remain
A canopy of shelter, shielding all below
Its structures create ecosystems of its own
As the oak won’t cower from the rains
Remember what you know,
You own fear.


Ottava Rima: The Lucky Bastard (The one with the least amount of skill, but a hell of a lot of luck)



Ottava rima is a very old form, originating back before Medieval Europe, being the inspiration for Bocaccio and Chaucer. It rhymes abababcc. It is traditionally done in iambic pentameter.

Some Examples


A SongA bugle to the weary ear
Removes all dreams of kingdom come,
Recedes the soldier's fallen tear
And bellows his heart with the drum,
As clamors shield on pointed spear
And sings a euphony of home,
Each dying troop with closing breath
Attends a symphony of death.
A lover's welter and his woe
Seeks a violin's weeping strain,
For melody melts spite and snow
Which haunts the sinking, swooning swain,
And thus forgiven, flame and foe
Which brewed the draught of lover's bane,
Ascends the tune, a breath of June
A heart in summer 'neath the lune.
An oboe wakes a human note
In crystal seas where saints have drowned,  
A grand piano did once quote
A lay which infancy had found,  
While tyrants reign and malice dote
A peace will shelter us in sound,
For what is life without a song?
An empty sheet to play along.
    and     To a PsychoticWhat visions in that brainbox daily wend?
With lightning-crackled clarity, last night
You told me of a city where they mend
The haggard blind-man's eyes with shards of light
Derived from silver filaments that lend
An antique gleam of past events to sight.
They call you mad, but gladly would I give
My own two eyes to see the world you live.


Aphrodite
From the very moment my eyes beheld thee,
Full adorned, head to toe, with shells shimmering
Was when the sun and I first rose from the sea
And yet, apparition of time glimmering,
You stepped in the surf and came naked to me;
I, who's darkly ephemeral murmuring
Would by exposure thus mockingly decree,
But it was you became my Aphrodite.
    and     Old MenHe watched the old men gather in the yards,
reflecting on their misbegotten youth
as they hunched over checkers and their cards;
and pondered how aesthetics and the truth
were once pursuits left only to the gods
turned out for trade and trickery in sooth.
That knowledge culled and ransomed in their prime
would only serve their memories with time.




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Hey guys! I'm Sam a.k.a kiwi-damnation.

I am a massage therapist by day and artist by night. I love to create in many different ways and especially enjoy the incredible world of fixed form poetry. I run a group ProjectDFC devoted to preserving the art of fixed form poetry and bringing you all along for the ride.

Seriously though, I love dA and all it represents and I look forward to reading/gazing upon all of your art. You all amaze me. Thank you for the privilege of sharing this journey with you.

Aaaaand you can find my photography on kiwi-damnation-stock

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:thanks: ...again ;)
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thanks for the latest :+fav: and for all the hard work you put in over at :iconprojectdfc: and thanks for keeping MagicalJoey's memory alive in it. :hug:
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:glomp: Wow what a message :) Thank you.
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