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Discussion in 'Creativity Outlet' started by MsJacquiiC, Apr 24, 2007.
All New Challenge In The Creativity Outlet
Spark Your Creativity #11 (Bouts Rimes Challenge)
Good day Poetic Peoples - I've thought to put together a sort of different "word" challenge. The challenge is based from an actually poetic form called the Bouts Remay. It's actually a very interesting "social" poetic form from the French.
Quoted From: Poetry-Defined - Bouts Rimes - Forms
The challenge is to use the following wordlist in the posted order to create a poem of sixteen total lines. Each of the following words MUST be used as the end-word of each line as ordered below.
The poem doesn't have to consist of 4 4-line stanzas, but can consist of different-lengthed stanzas (or 1 16-line stanza for that matter) as long as each end-word is used in the order presented below.
The end-words may be altered by either making a noun into a verb, making a verb into a noun, making a verb past and/or present tense, making a singular noun into a plural one, etc... --- end-words must rhyme.
Simple challenge really. Should be a lot of fun to see the different styles and unique poems we get from the list below.
Have fun and enjoy this Bouts Rimes Challenge AND Happy posting!
My first post to this hard but nice challenge
Above the famed,
my fingers clenche on you, my thirst won't be quenced,
who needs you tamed?
I'd rather trust my instincts and be lynched,
I want you on my own,
you're not fat-breasted like a quail,
such a distinct tone on my phone,
you're the wind in my sail,
The further from home we roamed,
the less we needed our things, pail,
leaving the light-hearted tome,
after my hearts grail,
truth can reign,
but who would like the stench,
we're alone in pain,
because the whole Earth is fenced.
This is fabulous Erik!!! Don't know what the heck you're talking about...definitely a keeper!
All I can say is
(well you know I can go on and on and on, but we won't go there! lol)
cool very good,
didn't thinkl anyone would like it
ERIK - nice reply... Answer to the quoted above: Sometimes I like stinky thangs
Whoa! This just wasn't very easy at all! I really had to think about htis one, but here it is ... trying to make sense from the words was the toughest!
My life has was filled with imaginary fame
I thought my thirst for love's was quenched,
But when he thought he had me tamed
The law stepped in and he was lynched.
I sit inside this house we called our own
Through the trees I can see the quail,
I'm happy I can no longer hear the phone
It felt good to throw it and watch it sail.
Upon my horse our land I roamed
I needed some sun on my skin so pale,
My life he'd carried in his own tome
But it wasn't like the Holy grail.
The terror he caused he'd no longer reign
His love had become an unbearable stench,
No longer would I have to live in pain
My sanity, my life itself I have finally fenced.
msJ yeah I guess stinky truth is better than stinky lies,
good post Linda May
you made sense of the words pretty well
AWESOME write LINDAMAY - very eloquently stated!
I think this challenge is gonna be a HUGE success!
Two totally different poems. Two totally different ideas.
One list of words! Very nice Poetic Peoples!
Great job Lindamay!! I have to do mine now...you guys are way too fast for me! :writersblock:
A stalwart knight and fair of face…for fighting he was famed
A gracious lady, waiting in the castle…had him surely tamed
Uprisings from neighboring countries… he was always called to quench
Still at home he wasn’t allowed in his own bedroom…bearing sweaty stench
He kept his castle protected…all around was fenced
Scurry thieves who chanced within…for entertainment were lynched
Early childhood taught him survival…he struck out on his own
Sometimes he had visions of a strange contraption…called a “phone”?
He provided for all his family…with the crossbow shooting quail
He dreamed of one day exploring the Far East…what an adventurous sail!
Atop the castle sailed his colors…on a decorative tome
It announced that Sir Alfric welcomed all…who near and far would roam
At times so tired he returned …it seemed his face was pale
Once he ventured far, so far…seeking his own grail
He stood strongly under... the present monarch’s reign
When he had to leave his family…this cause him so much pain!
cool story Nomad,
and made more sense in rhyme than mine,
I like how you stretched verses so the rhyme would be more accompanied
GREAT WRITES EVERYONE!
Thank you Erik, Jacquii and Nomad, your comments are very much appreciated. It's a good challenge when you really have to dig deep to find the right stuff! Thanks for keeping me on my toes and making me work for what what I write just a little bit harder than I tend to do sometimes. It feels good to get back into the groove of it.
Congratz to being the first to rise to the challenge, Erik. Lindamay, great story. Nomad, I think you cheated...but it turned out pretty good. Sweaty knights. hehe.
My hunger tamed
I'm not yet lynched
Your soul's my own
See me and quail
The devil phones
And we set sail
To ever roam
Your lifeforce pale
This journey's tome
With a poison grail
Endless terror reign
Such a soothing stench
Eternity of pain
Your essence fenced
Amzy - short and to the point, huh? I like your last line "Your essence fenced"...interesting concept...
Endless terror "reignS"?
Explain please....the cheating? lol! and knights are always stinky and sweaty...part of the romantic package! ony:
amz this was awesome had great meaning in short lines
I may be a bit biased but I really liked Amzy's rise to the challenge - he never ceases to depress! LOL! Lindamay's was really terrific! I gotta agree with MsJ about yours, Erik - that last stanza was a beautiful wrap-up! Nomad - I think Amzy is referring to the fact that you used the words out of their original order, but still makes a good clear poem! (I think you meant Early childhood TAUGHT him survival?)
My attempt isn't bad, but I don't have the depth of emotion that Lindamay and Erik infuse their works with!
He Loved Not Wisely
For wooing the ladies, he was famed.
His love, a thirst that was never quenched,
but there was one almost had him tamed.
He came very close to getting lynched!
She had charm and beauty all her own.
He thought her a lovely small quail.
He'd not marry, he told her by phone
and told her when his ship would sail.
Thinking that he would be free to roam
and to live life outside the pale,
just like the knights of King Arthur's tome,
as they searched for the holy grail.
He did not know that her father's reign
and his rage could raise up such a stench.
He did not know that there was such pain
as the pain he found in being fenced.
Great work, again, Tree. And yes, I was referring to the words out of order in NomadicRhymer's poem.
There should be no 'S' on reign. I felt that the state of terror could be challenged if there was an 's', but without it seems more like an accepted state of existence. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's how it feels.
Aaah, I get it Amzy...and obviously I didn't read the instructions! lol...I shall attempt another "properly ordered".
Tree...thanks for the catch! yours had me laughing!! pretty funny! ony: