world peace round up year 6, 2012--->2018,

 

   

     

Homonyms is one of the poetry forms not many do, but could be fun to try it, here is a sample from Firefox Poetry at Promising Poets Parking Lot, enjoy!

http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/homonyms-fun/


Can you pass the can?
May I see you in May?
Why don’t we toast with some toast
and coast along the coast?
A light is light
like a paper kite,
if it shines too bright,
it might bite;
A lean cat could lean on a skunk
and get smelly like one who’s drunk.
A bowl cannot bowl
but a roll might just roll
without wisdom of an owl
or charm of a doll.
…
Homonyms are words that sound
and look alike yet profound!
If you say them real fast,
They are a true blast!
let words fall like rain,
let wisdom shine on your pain….

The timid kingfisher by s.s.e.b.

kingfisher, kingfisher
resting on the rooftop
I hear you are a well-wisher
have you any fish? 

none to give, none to give
but I have something more
a little bird you could forgive
for flying from your shore!

Jib Þrongs Jinns Sir by Mark Burnhope’s Naming the Beasts

An abnominal for Jón “Jónsi” Þór Birgisson

Þis      brig

      ninon   jib;

Þis      born ibis   rib

no brió   bring rós   iris

Þis      joss-gnósis

           bong-grin

           
            nó Þin jingo

sorb   orris   nigrosin

I join   in Þis song o’

gibbon-origin       gó

nó sin   Þorn      nog  

rosin   iron      sign

I join      bóÞ

griss—n—bison

bóÞ

job—n—boss

bóÞ

son—n—biro in Þis song

( )—n—( )   noÞings

rising   norÞ

 

Cento Sonnet by Martin Vosper Writes

A cento is a poem made up entirely of lines from other poems. In this case they are all taken from Shakespeare’s sonnets (the number of each is shown in brackets).

The worst was this, my love was my decay, (80)

Being your slave what should I do but tend (57)

As with your shadow I with these did play, (98)

The roses fearfully on thorns did stand; (99)

The perfect ceremony of love’s rite, (23)

That she that makes me sin awards me pain, (141)

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, (64)

They that have power to hurt, and will do none; (94)

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep me blind, (148)

Who will believe my verse in time to come? (17)

For that same groan doth put this in my mind, (50)

Although I swear it to myself alone; (131)

A dateless lively heat, still to endure, (153)

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more? (150)

A metaphor for mandarin by Baalakavii

Or not. I’m not really sure. (“Old man at the South Pole” is a star.)

fishing

i was
crossing the river
a few years ago.

now i have a home
and on the banks
i can sit

looking up
at the old man
of the south pole

who shines red
in the evening
like the new year.

 

 

         

   wordpeace poetic sentiment month, MaY, 2018....