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INFORM POETS – BURNS STANZA (or HABBIE STANZA)

Burns Stanza is a stanzaic sestet with lines of two lengths and two rhymes.

Lines 1, 2, 3, and 5 are four feet long with the “a” rhyme.

Lines 4 and 6 are two feet long with the “b” rhyme.

Schematic: Rhyme: aaabab
Meter (Iambic):

x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b

WALT’S STANZA:

RAPID DESCENT OF A MADMAN

A madman in a quick decline
was clearly daft; out of his mind
but other that that he was just fine,
a bit unscrewed.
But underneath I’m sure you’d find
a righteous dude!

He’d lost his bearings long ago,
and found them once a year or so.
But when you’ve got to go, you go.
It will be sad,
but when your crazy starts to show,
you’ve gone quite mad.

You find there really is no cure,
(you thought there was, but you’re not sure.)
You laugh hysterically in stir,
a crazy loon.
And when you’re saner than you were
you’ll get out soon!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

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7 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – BURNS STANZA (or HABBIE STANZA)

  1. William Preston on said:

    AFFAIR

    A Saturday has come to pass
    and here I am, fresh out of gas
    and on my way to meet a lass
    whose cherry hair
    once made me stop to make a pass
    as she stood there

    applying sable to her lips
    and aubergine to fingertips.
    That pass began a host of trips
    and she played fast:
    she mesmerized with lips and hips,
    and I am gassed.

  2. William Preston on said:

    Walt, this form looks like fun, and your poem surely is.

  3. PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION 2016

    They rant and rave who should have won.
    Some can’t accept what’s done is done
    and still they spin what they have spun.
    Trump’s President?
    Their jaws now drop in pale-faced stun.
    They’re not content.

    Their dream to see a woman rule
    has vanished on time’s threaded spool.
    Now they lament that fate is cruel.
    Clinton lost?
    The elephant laid low the mule?
    Dreams sea-tossed!

    At last the end of this campaign
    where insults flew and nasty reigned;
    each candidate seemed quite insane.
    The votes are in.
    A wall? No bridge? Let’s not complain.
    Bear it and grin.

    #

  4. November 9, 2016

    Egregious, many people say
    on this grim November day.
    Well, voters came out and had their way.
    Now it’s final.
    The donkey gave a final bray
    of denial.

  5. connielpeters on said:

    The autumn morning’s cold and still
    The sun is peeking over hill
    Life-giving light about to spill
    Beginning this new day
    And I arise with little will
    In bed I’d like to stay

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