Costanza: Preparation

This is a Costanza poem for the Saturday Mix, also overlapping with MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Confusion. I wrote this tonight in honor of the first Sunday of Advent, the season before Christmas Day. My emotions have been all over the place, but I love Advent, so that is what inspired this poem.

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Vers Beaucoup

This poem today is for the Saturday Mix at MLMM, and we are supposed to write a vers beaucoup. Follow the link to learn about this form. I am not sure if I was supposed to write more than one stanza, or if one stanza is sufficient. In any case, here is mine, and I anticipate writing more in this form. I thought that all of those rhymes would sound kind of silly and forced, but it’s fun. Je vais écrire beaucoup de “vers beaucoup.” 🙂 Also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.


May God speak to the weak ones who seek
Him, so bleak hearts become more welcome
To the awesome. May He hear, to make fear
Disappear, to protect what world rejects.

Here is a second one:

All the earth, sing the worth of new birth
Into mirth: from the trees to the seas
And the breeze, animals and all peoples,
Despair repulse — to bless brings happiness.

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Piercing the Heart

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Sharp, written in the form of an octelle for today’s Saturday Mix.


Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.
Sharps and flats resound in ears
And minds, bringing men to tears.
Symphony inside the soul,
Beauty makes its journey whole.
Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.

The Tea Party

The Saturday Mix was “rhyme time” this weekend. This is my attempt. 🙂


A beautiful party, offering tea,
An impressive time, hopefully:
But one vain guest
Nearly entered cardiac arrest,
Since she got a spot of clotted
Cream on her ample chest!
The pot of tea was spilled
When a lost horse trotted through,
Even the hostess could admit,
Teatime had gone rotten, true!
The hostess, surnamed Murphy,
Had a stomach that seemed knotted,
Due to each misfortune that
Murphy’s Law had allotted!