Sestet

Most poets ignore Sestets (A six-line Poem, often depicting Love/Romance, or a Gothic/Dark work). The exception to this rule would most definitely be those poets who frequently write sonnets (Italian/English/Shakespearean/Spenserian/Modern), who seem to incorporate this style into their larger works,

In following with my general strategy in life, I have chosen to forsake most common rules/protocols, and go in my own direction and just write a sestet with my own rhyming pattern. (Don't forget; I'M RICK JAMES!!!)

I won't break this one down by labelling the rhymes, because there are inter-line patterns, and it would be more confusing than it's worth.


Hope you enjoy.


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I'm looking for you, Sweetheart, I'm needing you right now.
Find me: come fly to me, come save me from this Hell,
It's gotten oh-so dark, and around, me there's no hope of Light.
The end is near, I fear, and I may yet die of Fright.
I need a special someone, and I know that must be You,
Don't ask me how, I just know that it's your image that pulls me Through.

Lost

I met a young Marine that was visiting Canada. I only had the chance to spend a few days around him, but quickly learned in that short amount of time that this guy would do anything for anyone, especially his girlfriend, Nicole.

I got to hear some good stories from his first tour in Iraq, and the Battle for Fallujah, which he was heavily involved in, and the place that would eventually claim his life.

I started this poem a long time ago, and didn't really come back to it until well after Sean died, when I was able to deal with it a little better, while I was stuck on CFB Meaford, Ontario.

I hope he would like it, although he did tease me a bit when he first learned that I sometimes write poetry.

I wrote this thinking about being overseas and having someone like Nicole back here in North America that was waiting, worrying for you everyday. He told me that the hardest part of being away from her was the worry that he would feel like he let her down by not coming back.

Sean

Born 6/02/1983

KIA 30/07/2007

Miss you buddy



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Before I ever joined this fight,
Before your worry kept you up at night,
I promised this; that I'd come home to you someday.

Dear gorgeous, don't you worry,
Even though my path is rocky,
I'll be coming home for you someday.

Sometimes I've felt that all is lost,
To live I've had such horrible barriers to cross,
But I promised: I'm coming home to you, Babe.

I sometimes wonder if you miss me,
I'm waiting until you can again kiss me
I miss the taste of those lips; so sweet.

Another day with too many losses, its getting rough
I'm not so sure anymore that I can be this tough
But don't worry, I still try to come home to you, Babe.

Forgive me, Darling, I think I've wasted your time;
For I think now that this turn to die is mine,
Tempting fate so long has left me nervous and unsure,

I'm no longer confident in my skill,
This lonely soldier so many seek to kill,
I'm so sorry:
know that I tried to come home to you, Babe.

KGC

The Struggle

I wrote this with the intention of it being a song, accompanied by an accoustic guitar and drums.




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You're not the first to notice;
I'm about to lose control.
Whispering in corners among those who see;
I've been fighting for so long.
Afraid to step into the struggle and turn the tide;
It's getting harder to win.

Come in and help me,
Come in and save me,
Come be the one I need to see.

They believe it's broken easily,
I assure you that it is not.
Others have thought the same,
I can barely hold up against such a force.
They talk and criticise as if it is beat so easily;
Just barely keeping my head above the surface.

Come in and help me,
Come in and save me,
Come be the one I need to see.


KGC

Ottawa

I got paid by a travel agent to allow him to use this poem for his flyers and advertising to help him promote Ottawa's fall/winter activites and encourage off-season tourists.

I definitely strayed from my comfort zone of depressed/sad or crazy/comedic  -type writing with this one, hope it's not too painful to read.

I threw in the rhyme-markers ( [A]/[B] etc. ) to break down the poem; It seemed to work better for people on my other site.

Hope you enjoy,

K


[A] It's fall in Ottawa, trees shower us with leaves,
[UU] The orange and red, so beautiful even dead,
[A] Crisp morning air, boosts the popularity of long-sleeves.

[B] For kids, school approaches, and they just want to play,
[VV] Being put to bed, after a story has been read,
[B] They dream of snowy adventures, and wake early the next day.

[C] The sun starts to leave, and stays out shining much less,
[WW] Home before dark, less playing at the park
[C] The snow starts to come, Oh what a mess.

[D] Although we complain, and some of us whine,
[XX] Of having to shovel, and that sort of trouble,
[D] There's  no debating the beauty of forests of snow-coverd pine.

[E] Sharpening skates for a tour of the canal,
[YY] Always a laugh for a fall, especially when witnessed by all;
[E] Whoever said winter here had to be banal?

[F]Some people find it lonely without our infamous Canadian geese,
[ZZ] Not singing about the city, they like visiting the States briefly;
[F] Others quite enjoy it, 'Thank goodness; some peace!'