A tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables. The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines as the 5th to 8th syllables.
WALT’S TYBURN:
Schlepping,
slipping,
tripping,
flipping,
it’s all in jest, schlepping, slipping down,
all for a laugh, tripping, flipping clown.
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
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PAMELA’S TYBURN:
Chilly,
frilly,
silly,
dilly.
Festival’s a chilly, frilly one:
days of daffo-dilly, silly fun!
© Copyright – PSC/2014
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Responses
Oh, I don’t know about this one…
Yes you do Henri! Take your time and try one. Even if its just to say you did. I know you’ll do fine with it!
Thank you for the pep talk 🙂 !!
Not perfectly to form, but like horseshoes, close, I think.
peeping
leaping
weeping
sleeping
in my bed, weeping, leaping, nightmare
under cover, peeping, sleeping, prayer
Yours is so much fun, Walt and Pamela, I love daffo-dilly!
Same here!
Ahhh, thanks, Debi! And, Walt, I love your ‘tripping, flipping clown’! 😀
Can I third that?
This is fun, if a bit scary.
I LIKE this, Debi! Particularly the transition from heart pounding fear to peaceful slumber. 🙂 And “close” works in horseshoes & hand grenades. 😉
One possible option (if you were looking to force a fit with the Tyburn’s parameters) might be to separate the word nightmare into syllables and use it to “surround” ‘weeping, leaping’… something like: “in my bed, night- (weeping, leaping) -mare”
Just a thought. (I’ll shut up now.)
Terrific idea… thank you!
Oh! Glad you liked it. 🙂 (Some folks don’t take kindly to suggestions.)
Perfect, Debi and all of those poppy “P’s” make my poetic mouth so happy!! Read this one aloud! 🙂
Thanks Hannah
Good one, Debi.
Debi, this was great, perfect to form with the progression of the moment so well done I felt myself pulling up my knees and tugging the edge of the blanket.
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Morning Richness
Seating
Meeting
Greeting
Treating
Lovely morning seating; meeting, we’re
Warmly sharing greeting, treating there.
And there’s a great Tyburn. Told you!
Aww.. !!!
Great, indeed.
Thank you, so much, William!!
You did great, Hen — and turned it around pretty darn quickly too! (I’m imagining friends visiting over a cup of tea here.) 🙂 Tyburn’s a tough form. We can thank Walt for that! 😛
Oh, I Love your interpretation, Pamela 🙂 !!
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I agree with the poetic peeps here, Hen!! Wonderfully done!
🙂 !! Thank you, so much, Hannah!!
Kew you could do it, =Hen. Great job.
Oh happiness!! :)!! Thank you, Clauds!!
You’re welcome. These aren’t easy and you did great. Me? We’ll see.
I have faith in you, Clauds… 🙂 !!
Thanks, Hen.
🙂 !!
You did it – I knew you could, and well, too!
Wow… everyone’s support is so very heartwarming !! < 3 !! Thank you, so much, Debi!!
Great Hen, I can smell the coffee.
🙂 !! Thanks 7!!
Knew you’d come up with a winner, Hen.
Aww… so much Happiness in my day today… Thank you, so much, Sara 🙂 !!
Fluffy
Scruffy
Huffy
Puffy
Come here silly, fluffy, scruffy cat
Slowly came and huffy, puffy sat
Sounds very catty. I love this.
I would expect a comment like that from William, ha…. your poem is purrrfect
oh, I love it. Any cat lover would love it.
Oh yes, the cat’s looks & personality are captured in just a few rhyming syllables. Nice work, Connie!
You made this fit formlessly, Connie what a wonderful example of this structure…cute, too!
Aw, fun one, Connie.
Meow. Fun, Connie. Loved it.
Adorable!
COMING DOWN
Leaper.
Creeper.
Deeper.
Steeper.
Norton Nuthatch, leaper creeper he,
descends from a deeper, steeper tree.
copyright 2014, William Preston
Awww… I love those little guys, William! Nice visual. 🙂
This is such a wonderful portrait of the Nuthatch, William!! What a joy this poem is. 🙂
Terrific, William.
Love this – I see this all the time and marvel at all the nortons.
Very visual, I can see the fluttering leaps.
This is so cool, William.
Dasher
Dancer
Prancer
Jogger
Not what you thought, dasher dancer moves
On the sidewalk, prancer jogger grooves
© 2014 Earl Parsons
So much motion in this…lovely!!
Sly, Earl. Really sly one. Great job. Had me going there for a minute.
This is clever and funny and fun to read aloud.
Oh fun, Earl! I’m picturing this Pharrell Williams video as I’m reading your poem:
Love this… dancercise for an hour now 😀 !! Thanks to both!!
With earbuds in, no doubt…great Earl, loved this.
Lighting
Sighting
Fighting
Righting
Nighttime warfare lighting sighting strong
Bravely standing fighting righting wrong
© 2014 Earl Parsons
How I wish that fighting actually was a righting for wrong. Strong sentiment delivered well, Earl.
Sometimes you have to fight to rid your world of evil. And fighting comes in many forms.
Yes, you’re right fighting does come in many forms and sometimes the only way to make a difference is to stand in Truth. Thank you, Earl for sharing this thought with me.
Yep, you’re on a roll there, Earl. Like it.
Your patriotism shines through in this one, Earl. I’m seeing the “sighting strong” as having less to do with eyesight or ‘nighttime warfare lighting’ and more to do with the vision, beliefs & perspective of the poet. Nice work.
Earl, this was well done. Sometimes takes a fight to shed light on the wrong.
This works so well, Earl. Hard to make this type of form flow.
YOUNG LOVE
love crush
cheek blush
word hush
bum’s rush
all in a flash: love crush, cheek blush drained.
Love came and went: word hush, bum’s rush, pain.
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An entire relationship covered in such brevity, Sal…great work to bring this to life!
Uh-huh
Great job, Sal. I really like this little story in a nutshell. Can see it on a doorstep, a threshold darkened. 🙂
You play well with words.
Oy, yes — what they all said! A whole lot of history in very few words! Nicely done, Sal!
Sal, liked this rush. Piggybacked on prompt #154?
WOW!
POETRY
A crime:
All rhymes
Sublime
In time
Are forgotten. A crime: all rhymes tossed
From creation. Sublime? in time, lost.
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I hope not…there’re so many amazing old ones out there…I hope they’ll still be brought into the light for many, many years to come.
Oooo, this one has even more of a story. Like the mixture of two-word syllables and one word uses in your poems.
A crime, indeed! You chose some unusual rhymes here, and made them work well together. 🙂
This reminds me of a quote I read recently: Don’t write for a 100 readers today. Write for 10 readers in 10 years’ time, for 1 reader in a hundred years. Your poem is all too true for most of what we write.
Amen to that.
A poets lament…nicely done.
Shower
Power
Flower
Towers
When the rain falls, shower power booms
Up from the earth, flower towers blooms
© 2014 Earl Parsons
Oops. Should be bloom, not blooms.
Interesting. I read it as missing a comma — and that works too:
“Up from the earth, flower towers, blooms” 🙂
Same here, on both counts.
Love the strength in both entities here…the rain and the flowers…beautiful image!
Good one, Earl.
I love the images here–rain comes down and flowers spring up
Nice! Beauty results from the storm. 🙂
Spring concert and conception….loved this.
Aww… memory: “The Rain, the Park, and Other Things.. ” by the Cowsills… ❤ !!
Another winner here, Earl!
LOVE OR WHAT?
Kisses
Hisses
Misses
Wishes.
It’s up to you. Kisses, hisses? Sick!
Love or dreaming? Misses, wishes? Pick!
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This makes me smile and nod…yes, we do choose how the day will go don’t we?! 🙂 Nicely done, Sal.
Ultimatums, Sal. Yep, you’re in a relationship mode today. 🙂 Good for you.
Ooh, love the wisdom of this one
That’s what it is.
LOL Isn’t that the truth? Some days you just can’t make up your mind.
Sal, perspective is everything. Nice.
Purple
Syrple
Slurple
Burple
Pancake covered purple syrple goo
Yummy tummy slurple burple pooh
© 2014 Earl Parsons
Mmm…now I desire pancakes with plenty of syrple to slurple! 🙂
Oh, now you’re done it. I haven’t had breakfast yet, Earl, and I’ll think about pancakes til afternoon. Bad, Earl, really bad. 🙂
Sweet! No, literally. Now I’m wanting some maple syrup & pancakes too. 😛
Enjoyed this…had waffles for breakfast.
Broke me up.
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Silver Lining of an Epiphany
Twilight,
midnight,
moonlight,
insight…
Daylight fading – twilight…midnight now;
sea of white glows, moonlight – insight grows.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014
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Lovely, Hannah. For some reason this one doesn’t have the feel of continual rhyme like so many others. Perhaps it’s the words chosen, or maybe the feel and punctuation of it. I don’t know, but it feels different. I really like it.
Claudsy! Thank you for this comment…I’m so glad that it feels this way to you. 🙂
That it does, Hannah, and you’re welcome. It felt smooth, soft, and soothing.
Your alliteration here…so lovely, Cluadsy thank you for being so generous.
Oooh, lovely, yes! Flow is silky, smooth — and very timely with tonight’s full moon, too! 😉
Oh, I didn’t realize it’s tonight!! So glad you said so…thank you for your encouraging words, Pamela!!
Soft, pretty, quiet…loved this Hannah.
For me, this has the feel of the night progressing, the stars passing, and awareness rising. I love it.
Nice, Hannah!
This one is strange, I’ll grant, but it’s what came to me.
Guru,
Review
A clue
Undo
Use your reason, Guru; review how
We see your life–a clue, undo now.
Hah! Insightful. There are some “gurus” I’d like to say this to. But would they listen?
No, they probably wouldn’t, Pamela. Glad you liked it. Thanks.
Fun, Claudsy….if they only knu.
hahaha Thanks, Damon. Glad you enjoyed it.
Bingo!
Glad you approve, William. 🙂
Birthmark
Hallmark
Remark
Skylark
You see my brown birthmark—hallmark mine;
Once seen, never remark, skylark lyne.
Interesting (& somewhat puzzling — to me), Claudsy…
Glad it puzzled. I’m still puzzled by it, too. I kept seeing a kid I went to high school with who had a huge birthmark that covered half his face. Sweet kid who didn’t live very long. I kept remembering how we students couldn’t see the mark, nor did most of our families, but that those from outside our town seemed to always remark on it. We always thought it was beyond rude and humiliating to do so.
I suppose that’s what it was about in the end. It’s the only explanation I can come up with.
Pamela, part of the puzzlement in understanding this one may be in the word “lyne.” The word has several meanings according to use and etymology, but the Urban Dictionary defines it as Very handsome and strong person. also opinionated, and hard willed. Oddly enough, that’s how our friend Chad was. Odder still is that I would think of him at all.
Thanks for the explanation, Claudsy – I appreciate it! (Some folks don’t like to have to “explain” their poetry; and sometimes, poems are just “born” of their own accord and we poets can’t say exactly what they mean – can only feel them — and leave the interpretation to the reader.)
When I tried looking up the word ‘lyne’, the only explanation I could find was a game (“Deceptively simple. Infinitely complex. LYNE is a minimalist puzzle game that will knot your brain as it calms your soul.”) – which added (and still adds!) a certain intrigue to the poem for me.
I love the story behind this one! While they can sometimes be very cruel, children can also be incredibly accepting; I love that this poem was born of that quality. And isn’t it amazing how a person and/or experience from years ago can suddenly surface out of nowhere and weave its way into a poem? Thanks for sharing this one.
Using a word with so many disparate meanings can be tricky, it’s true. The Lyne is also a river in England. Go figure. I’m glad that my explanation helped. And you’re right about the meaning you found. It does add a bit of intrigue to the subject.
The story behind the poem–If memory serves, our friend Chad lost his life during the summer following graduation in a car accident. He was such a sweetheart, loved by everyone who knew him.
And you’re right again–there are events in our lives, sometimes very small ones and large ones, which resurface unexpectedly for no apparent reason to slap us in the face and call us back to things important to remember.
I’m glad you liked this one. It has for me a haunting quality. For others, it simply adds a puzzle to their day. Maybe that’s its purpose. 🙂
Yes, this is intriguing.
Thanks, Damon.
This is fascinating; for me, the fascination lies mainly in the skylark image, which acts like a spring.
Really? Hunh. I guess it’s the idea of skylark’s various meanings–at least for me. I suppose it would take on that meaning, too, considering the behavior of the bird. Good thought there, William.
This was harder than I expected. . . here are two
Playtime
Spinning
Grinning
Pinning
Winning
Children at play spinning, grinning,
We all fall down, pinning, winning
The Weaver
Weaving
Reeving
Peeving
Leaving
The spider works weaving, reeving
When web is shred, grieving, leaving
Oh — I like these, Darlene! The first brings to mind a young child’s birthday party — a giggling romp with games of ring around the rosy and pin the tale on the donkey. Fun!
The second is sweet, sad. (I’m thinking you changed your mind on the “peeving”, and went with “grieving” — but forgot to change it in both places? “Grieving” was a good choice — in my opinion.) Nice work! 🙂
Darlene, these are both lovely! Particularly the spider one…
I found this form difficult too, especially if using a 9th syllable for the last two lines…you tweaked it to eight, which made the meter feel more complete and matching.
Oops, another mistake. I thought it was 8 syllables. Glad you enjoyed them.
I agree.
Great job here, Darlene. You did get nature in here–just not the way you intended. 🙂
True. I managed to make even my poor spider emotional. 🙂
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These are both great, Darlene. I particularly love the second one.
Also, second one: I started out with “weaving,” after a discussion with my aide about weaving her hair. Then thought of spider. But not enough words rhyme with weaving, so I changed to a spider’s spinning. . .if anyone cares to the growth of a poem.
How poems change from first write through multiple rewrites can be a fascinating & surprising process — even to the poet! 🙂
Oops, yup, grieving. I wanted a “nature” poem but couldn’t find the right rhymes. And the first was inspired by my son’s description of my grandchildren at play at the park. And thanks for the time and encouragement you are investing in all of us.
Fun one Walt….but tricky. New to me. I’ll give it a try. You and Pamela did so well with examples.
Market Transactions
Dim, slight,
thin, white.
True, quite
mean, right.
Lies we sold were dim, slight, thin, white drool.
Rumors bought were true, quite mean, right cruel.
Spot on!
Oh, well done, Damon. Such a marvelous little poem.
Excellent, Damon! Well done and true to form.
Mr. Sun
Holding
Scolding
Bolding
Moulding
He lifts the sky, holding, scolding light
Till its time, for bolding, moulding night
Interesting combination of words here, Priti. I wouldn’t have thought of using these in this way, but it works beautifully. Great job.
A agree.
Interesting choices that work, yes — I’ll 3rd that opinion! 🙂
Flowers
Rooting
Shooting
Blooming
Soothing
Finally ! some rooting, shooting glints
Velvet, smiling, blooming, soothing tints !
Both of these, Priti, are just great! I especially like the flowers one. That excitement to finally see sprouts is the pinnacle of this progression.
Wonderful, Priti. I’m seeing crocus, tubips, shooting stars and all the rest.
This sounds like the relief of a delayed springtime. I think it’s a superb use of the form, which has a stuttering quality that fits the fits and starts of spring, especially when winter doesn’t want to let go. Or so it seems to me.
Yes! Perfect capture of the joy of those first shoots, buds, flowers of a long awaited spring — nicely done, Priti!
Wonderful! Yea, spring!
Sara’s Tyburn
Super
Blooper
Pooper
Scooper
He always made super bloopers, Dan,
yet excelled as Pooper-scooper Man.
Love it, Sara. LOL This is hysterically funny. So graphic, too. 🙂
Explosive :”pphhhhhfff” here. I love this.
LOL, Sara! This Tyburn’s left me in a stupor! 😉
Well, I hope you recuper-ate!
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Thanks, Claudsy, William, and Pamela. This form was more difficult than I thought it would be.
It absolutely was! I couldn’t agree more. 😛
SHALL WE?
A chance
to dance,
perchance
romance?
As music plays, a chance to dance grows
and with the song, perchance, romance flows.
© Susan Schoeffield
Oh, this is superb. The short lines work as a sentence, not just stand-alone iamges and sounds,. and the last lines act as accentuation. I’m going to school on this one.
Thank you, William!
Oh yes! Have to agree with William on this — a lilting, musical quality to this piece, Susan. Nice work!
Thanks for the kind words, Pamela!
This flows perfectly. Susan.
I appreciate that, Sara. Thanks!!
Susan, this is perfect. Flow and meaning and form.
Thanks so very much!
Thank you, everyone, we did it!! 😀 !!
We certainly did! A lot of good poems for such a challenging form. Thanks for a fun week. 🙂
And to you also, Pamela… such a bright, fun hostess!! 😀 !!
Spring’s Whiplash
Sneezing,
freezing,
wheezing,
easing,
I’ve been attacked, sneezing, freezing old,
the lecherous wheezing, easing cold.
Yikes! Could be cold or allergies. Either way, it does get old fast, doesn’t it? Nice one, Michelle. 🙂
Hmmmmm….. reminds me of my asthma.
Not sure I get this form…but an attempt…
Crabbing
Grabbing
Jabbing
Stabbing
You’ve been a crab, grabbing, jabbing hard
So I grab you, jab you, stab you with my shard
This is fun. Kind of painful to contemplate, but fun.
Yikes! It is a challenging form, Sharon, and you’ve selected some tough rhymes to boot. 🙂
DIETING
Remorse?
Outsource!
Perforce
a course:
to cheat without remorse, outsource it;
have someone buy, perforce, a corset.
copyright 2014, William Preston
LOL, William! Nice twist from a course to a corset! :-D. Well done!
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