Bringing all she had to the table
Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough
Doomed to fail, and fail horribly
Didn’t miss the mark by much
And everything went catastrophically wrong
Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great
She felt so cold and lethargic. Today was just one of those days.
He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back
Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely
That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.
Like being the king of my domain
I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am
Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but
No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
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(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
That means Ariel wanted to meet a dude so bad that she took the first deal she got
And to get legs she had to give up being able to talk?
I don’t care how hot he looks or how rich he is I’m not going to give up anything
Look, I’m only eight, but I know better than that! Let him go out and get his own …
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
Hot air blasted the buildings in its path into kindling
Everything yielded to the unstoppable force
And the boom followed like a youthful puppy
Too bad no one was left alive to witness the event
An Awdl Gywydd poem is a poetic form found in Welsh literature. These are the rules of the form:
There are four lines per stanza
Each line contains seven syllables
The final syllable of the first and third lines rhyme with the 3rd-5th syllable of the following lines respectively
The second and fourth lines need to rhyme.
This is a link to the page which does a better job explaining it as well as has much better written examples can be found here:
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/awdl-gywydd-poetic-forms
Here is my attempt at two stanzas, warts and all.
Trying a new poetry form
The words swarm into their line
Can I make this poem work?
Crafting takes guesswork and time
Hope I leave you with a smile
The trial was not too bad
This Welsh poem type is strange
Where the rhymes exchange a tad
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Putting her hands somewhere was always a chore
Obviously, she could just leave them at her sides. That would be normal
Carry a purse to bring small change and a set of keys. You know the usual
Keep some spare currency tucked away with the girls Happens all the time.
Everything is done to preserve that everyday hourglass silhouette.
Too bad she was more of a digital watch girl.
So that’s why she wore jeans today since they have…
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Didn’t think the fall would be that bad
Rolling to a stop that hard
Or finding pieces of yourself scattered across the pavement
Perhaps that’s why it takes something special to be a rain…
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