Six Lanturnes

The LANTURNE is a traditional poetic form which has a five-line verse, normally without rhyme, in the shape of a Japanese lantern.
It has a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.
Below ,I have composed six loosely connected verses in this form . . .

  Raise
 your voice
 make it ring
don’t let it die
   sing

Vows
last long
when new but
promises  soon
   die

  Love
  yields hope
 but time tells
and soon it dies
    hurt

    Life
 brings joy
But  sorrow
Intrudes too soon
    … Damn!

 I
alas
will die soon
leaving this life
  hurts

Cry
and ask
this fool world
to  forgive  your
    tears

A Time For Laughing

 

Laughing lasses, Mirthful maids, 
Giggling girls and Merry misses.

    Life is long, Time for laughing,
    Merry moments, Chat and chaffing

 

Joyful jesters, Blissful belles, 
Fun figures and Fierce Friends.

    Life is here, but Time is passing,
    Let’s have fun, Let’s keep laughing.

 

Jolly japes for Blissful babes, 
Jocund jollies and Dizzy days.

    Let us sing and Let us dance, 
    Life is short, Let’s Time enhance. 

 

Six Lanturnes

Six Lanturnes

The LANTURNE is a traditional poetic form which has a five-line verse, normally without rhyme, supposedly in the shape of a Japanese lantern.
It has a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.
Below ,I have composed six loosely connected verses in this form . . .

  Raise
 your voice
 make it ring
don’t let it die
   sing

 Vows
last long
when new but
promises  soon
   die

  Love
  yields hope
 but time tells
and soon it dies
    hurt

    Life
 brings joy
But  sorrow
Intrudes too soon
    … Damn!

 I
alas
will die soon
leaving this life
  hurts

   Cry
and ask
this fool world
to  forgive  your
    tears

Then Will I Sing

Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones (1833-1898) … St.Cecilia – Stained Glass – 2nd Presbyterian Church, Chicago

 

When time at last has caught its fearful breath
And I have cause to think again of you,
I will return to our far distant past
And then relive those old desires anew.

For when in trepidation I now pray
For health and strength in my remaining years,
Memories flood back of youthful days
When you and I brushed eyes and shed some tears.

Now, when hearts may meet and lips may touch,
And old less supple bodies bond in bliss,
Now, when you give to me your self in love,
Then will I sing and long remember this.

That youth and age together make a life,
Related sides of but a single page.
This truth becomes at last to us apparent,
Allows our hearts in love to re-engage.