Structure: Quatorzain Meter: heptameter or 14-syllable lines Rhyme scheme: Any or blank verse Additional Notes: Consistent internal rhyme occurring at the same syllable in each line
Example
Turning the Page by Jez Farmer
Wanton desire to find my pleasure in the comfy nook Inhaling fiery delights hidden in the mystery To then aspire to the intimate touch of true romance Held at the wire a breath of poignant thinking and suspense Questions requiring answers; turning of every page My worlds conspired in the imagination of fiction In realms of shires, hobbits standing against enormous odds And Poirot sires the little grey cells into the action Sherlock entirely eliminating the pains of life Destiny fires the thinking, opening the mind again Old dreams retiring to the past, a long lost dimension Reader admiring the skill of the writer revealed in tales That now inspire the pen of a poet lost to the world As the drumfires echo the start of new chapter of life
Formed in 1984, Iced Earth is a heavy metal band from Tampa, Florida. They released their debut album, ‘Iced Earth’ in 1990. The band’s current line-up is only Jon Schaffer and Brent Smedley, as all other band members gave left following Schaffer’s FBI arrest for involvement in the Capitol riots in 2021. Schaffer is in FBI custody on felony charges which has generated a new publicity for the band resulting in the band being dropped by their label Century Media
I Died for You Album: The Dark Saga Date: 1996 Genre: Hard Rock
Lyrics by Jon Schaffer
I can’t believe this now This isn’t what I planned I lived and died and now I just can’t understand With all the love I feel I could never leave her No matter what the cost My soul’s the price to see her
Oh how I love you The pain won’t go away Oh when I need you You’re always so far away I cry for you Leaving myself to blame I died for you I gave up everything
The pain was just too much When I finally saw her She’s happy and in love In love with my best friend What makes it hurt so bad Is that I love them both And they will never know For love I sold my soul
Oh how I love you The pain won’t go away Oh when I need you You’re always so far away I cry for you Leaving myself to blame, yeah I died for you I gave up everything
Oh how I love you The pain won’t go away Oh when I need you You’re always so far away I cry for you Leaving myself to blame I died for you I gave up everything
Oh how I love you The pain won’t go away Oh when I need you You’re always so far away I cry for you
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw– For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law. He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair: For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity, He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air– But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin; You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed; His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity, For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square– But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.) And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s. And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled, Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair– Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray, Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way, There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair– But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there! And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say: “It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away. You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs, Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibi, or one or two to spare: And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE! And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone) Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
TS Eliot Born: 26 September 1888. Missouri, USA Nationality: British-American Died: 4 January 1965, London, England
Eliot was an essayist, publisher, playwright, poet, literary critic, and editor. He is considered to be among the major poets of the 20th century and a central figure in English-language Modernist poetry. Eliot was born in Missouri and moved to England at the age of 25 where he settled, worked and married. In 1927, at aged 39 he renounced his American citizenship and became a British citizen
Nature in Love Form: Blank Verse Sonnet Theme: Love Subject: Early Spring
Every new leaf upon the spring time trees Shares its echo as a soft spoken voice Expressing a new thought, a new chance to be Enchanting the soul with that soft whisper In delicate shades of pastel spring That flutter and tremble in new sunlight And in the tree branches birds fall in love Twittering their song and rearing the young The simple joys humans can never see For the stillness of heart where love is found Is lost to an age of technology Imagination has no place to breath Perhaps a step back is needed right now To embrace nature’s beauty not destroy
The passion of piano keys plays her beams, to touch the darkened Earth with sacred light, at city limits, I embrace her dreams, as summer calls this festive Sabbat night when Beltane voices sing to moonlit streams, my thoughts of love that bring you to my sight, a sonata echoes her silver gleam