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Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry French Verse The Rondeau is a 13th century generic term for all French fixed forms derived from dance rounds with musical accompaniment. The verse was originally sung by a leader and the chorus or refrain sung by a chorus and or the dancers. The defining feature of the Rondeau Family of Forms is the rentrement. (in French spelled rentrament) Members of the Rondeau family of forms are the Rondeau, the Rondeau Prime, Rondel, the Rondelet, the Triolet, and the Villanelle. The rentrament is the opening phrase or opening line repeated as a refrain. Theo
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NOTE: Thanks for the interest, I hope most of you got to see the poem while the project was active. As of mid-October, the site has closed. None of the poems can be accessed now. I am shopping a revised version of the poem around to some major periodicals. I'll let you know if it gets accepted. -------------------- ORIGINAL POSTING ------------------------ "Lament for the Dead" is an online community poetry project hosted in the United States (USA) which will mark with a poem the death of every person killed by police this summer, and every police officer who loses life in the
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Spacetime not only warps , but it also wraps -- Into its coffers , memories old and new Ah We could halt or reverse it perhaps !! No one stands ! Strong and weak equally collapse Decay thereafter into its residue Spacetime not only warps , but it also wraps !! With each inhaled breath time tightens its straps With the final pull , spirit begins to spew Ah We could halt or reverse it perhaps !! Through milange of sad moments it sets up traps Fear and helplessness will then ensue ; Spacetime not only warps , but it also wraps !! Once whirled into it ; our existen
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In a dream I watched you fade into Heaven's gates you do not exist on this server peering into a window I see you dreaming with class mates. My grief lifts as the chaplain narrates this your final chapter by death the author in a dream I watch you fade into Heaven's gates. I must navigate oblivion as deathly protocol dictates grief bleeds me-life and death are a blur peering into a window I see you dreaming with class mates. How I shiver as the world inversely rotates and night and day now do not border In a dream I watched you fade into Heaven's gates. I have prayed fo