by ~Gregg Rowe~
Fluttering freely from broken heart ache to heart ache --
I tango to discover my soul’s hunger for sealed kiss skin;
Gregariously I rejoice -- regret my mistake
Where I waltzed with my soul as I drew Him into abyss –
Fairytale dancing with self in unison.
Witness to nightly nightmares, lost boyhood innocence,
Wished upon Apollo’s Heaven’s -- I could kiss His stars.
I’ve danced with Satan upon His Underground floor --
Look into his devil eyes as He devours my soul;
Enveloped my love into non-existence,
Please linger, dance – see -- I cry crystal tears when I die.
I’m not angry at G-d, don’t get me wrong:
Yet all I hear is my father’s voice boom like Zeus --
And Poseidon’s tears swim upon my youthful skin.
Hark! Follow this journaling journeyed journey --
Through Nine Muses that are my cat of nine tales, nine lives.
Dream of fairy tale dancing with Phoenix:
As a terrified child sits in pitch blind blackness,
Watching diseased fanged, bloody-eyed wolves.
Satan is dancing a jig upon Hell’s floor --
My Trinity is lost as my abyss grows.
I search in vain for Heaven’s peaceful place:
Discrimination, disease is non existence --
No rules, no lawyers, no criminals
Harmony harp strings twang my musical notes.
Ev’ry bro and sis -- one nation --
Dance and linger on lilies grass mist tears,
Waiting for sun-filled castle building days.
My eyes grow greyer, young no longer --
I have become stronger through other tools:
My achievements and failures;
Trials, tribulations, tranquility;
Equals amongst unequal:
It’s my destination of my soul --
Where demons reside within my tomb.
Ev’ry night this demonic life:
I drank myself into abyssal sleep,
Woke up drunk, wallowed again --
Top smoked whiskey glass with ice liquid,
Bar fly chairs bear my name:
Ev’rybody becomes my friend --
I struggle daily with dis-ease.
I wizardly see His world --
Equivocally when I take meds:
Faithfully they kill me
While claiming to cure my ills --
Let me find Heaven
Among my muses of penned poems
This cure is clearly my world.
Waltz within my ice tears
Tango to whispering weeping
Willows sighing,
Serenading, embracing --
My blue bruised soul.
Heaven, my peaceful place,
Erase nightly nightmares.
In bright hazel-eyed
Boyhood days, I sang His songs --
’Cause corpse becomes
Trinity possessing:
Health, heart, Hep-
C, Revelations
Will still set me free
Author notes
This form, known as "Alliterisen" has been created by The Risen Sun.
Stanza 1: 13/15/12/14/11/13/13
Stanza 2: 12/14/11/13/10/12/12
Stanza 3: 11/13/10/12/09/11/11
Stanza 4: 10/12/09/11/08/10/10
Stanza 5: 09/11/08/10/07/09/09
Stanza 6: 08/10/07/09/06/08/08
Stanza 7: 07/09/06/08/05/07/07
Stanza 8: 06/08/05/07/04/06/06
Stanza 9: 05/07/04/06/03/05/05
The numbers represent the number of syllables per line when juxtaposed diagonally to the poem. As required with the rules, there are at least two alliterations per line, some obvious and others subtle to aid the alliteration to proceed downwards.
Contest: The Alliterisen Contest
by The Risen Sun Feb 13, 2006
allpoetry.com/ Contest/181881 5
Alliterisen- A New Form
by The Risen Sun on Feb 13, 2006
allpoetry.com/ Column/1818700
Written February 17th, 2006
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What did you think
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You've reminded us just what a tomb our minds can be, but in such a classic manner that the reader is lost in the beauty of that torment.
And as the title states...it's a journey, and while it seems to travel through one Dantean layer after another, beneath the despair something positive evolves(at least that's how I read the final lines.)
Bravo
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I have been sitting here in the presence of such subtle discipline of form it would scarcely have been noticed within the self control in its content. Even in memory of overwhelming grief, poetry has proven to be therapeutic.
I have no doubt in its transmutation here in strengths of many kinds--not in the least through poetry, into a force of protest. I am left with a hundred things to say all scrambled and inhoherent, stalled in my awe.
A magnificent poem!
Terry
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Dear Gregg, So good to see you added a poem in our contest. Love you Gregg
I wish we could turn back time.
Love Hine
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Dear Gregg, I remember reading this poem before when you first posted it but never got to comment, It's a great poem, if we could turn back the hands of time we could avoid the situations that plague us now. But knowing us humans we'd probably make the same mistakes.
Beaut poem dear friend.
Love Jen
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Dear Gregg, I know I started to comment on this but I must've been sidetracked.
You are doing well with your poems my dear Brother, it's great to see you entering our contest.
Love to you my dear Brother.
Love Joan
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This is a very strong poem, it is rare to see an important work, but this is one. The form is intricate, as are the images and allusions that have woven into it. "Through Nine Muses that are my cat of nine tales, nine lives" - bravo, Gregg - you have made beauty out of despair. Three cheers.
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Dear Gregg,
Such intricate, syllabic form
requires a brain above the norm
and, as my own is quite inept,
it boggles at such vast concept.
It's awesome that a human brain
which suffered such disease and pain,
can overcome the dark abyss
and create verses such as this.
To you, of Tolkien's Ring the Lord,
I offer my sincere applaud
and, for your fortitude and study,
I'm proud to call you friend and buddy.
For mind and spirit - such great wealth
I pray for your improving health.
With Kiwi applause and love, Hugh.
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WOW
This is an awesome allitrisen a (new form of alliteration?) you have done here...I can hear the anguish as you write.....this is a very sad but hopeful poem to read...Wonderful job and good luck in this contest..
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Thank you for this entry, Gregg!
It is beyond me how anyone could conceive of and execute this unique form of poetry. (I know you didn't create it but you DID execute it!) BRAVO!
Although the subject matter is dark, it must have been a cathartic experience writing this and I applaud you for it.
I hope you have found Heaven among your muses of penned poems..and I hope that peaceful place has erased nightly nightmares.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and this poem is beautiful to me.
BEST of LUCK in this contest and thanks again for entering!
<3 Maureen
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This poem is very good. I can't imagine the work you put into each stanza. I really don't have the ability to form poetry like this.
Kudos.
Good luck in the contest.
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Chase -
good lord that is a long alliterisen poem but very cool way of doing it
great job
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Great write
I liked the way that you used alliteration, nice and subtle This was quite a dark and sad poem which seemed quite personal Keep writing and good narrative I liked the imagery you used here Lovely flow
All the best
Pozo
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i like the fact that the alliterations weren't obvious and didn't get in the way of the poem and the themes you were developing...it didn't feel like you were just creating them as an exercise. in other words, the form followed function in this architectural piece of poetry. thanks for an excellent read ~tryst
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In bright hazel-eyed
Boyhood days, I sang His songs --
’Cause corpses become
Trinity possessing:
Health, heart, Hep-
C, Revelations
Will still set me free
this was eerie for me. i am not quite sure why.
i like it but it is eerie. almost a de ja vu of sorts. weird on my part i know. this is written very well. viyanna r langager -
Wow! Just about leaves me speechless - but not quite. This is very creative, and so well written, congratulations on creating this near epic!
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A Herculean epic that should throw you well into the winners circle - a well researched and thought out monologue – With half your talent . . . I’d be twice the poet –
Albert.
Edited on Feb 17, 7:02 p.m. because ''.
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