Poem: Alouette – “Head on My Lap”


The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word ‘alouette’ can also mean a children’s song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children’s poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line (please see examples below).

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Man with Head on Woman's lap
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I worry for you,

My reasons see through,

No such opacity and —

You never look up,

Drinking coffee cup,

Living in your box of quick sand.


You won’t admit truth,

Reality isn’t proof,

What world do you inhabit?

Not ever seeing,

A blank lost being,

Following the white rabbit.


Life’s not Wonderland,

It’s not a game grande.

You need choose to be living,

Not a ghost fading.

A person jaded.

Wake-up, be aware, forgive.


We can’t live this life,

No passion or strife,

Dig-down in your belly, find —

Life’s fire hiding, soar —

Past limits, encore!

Joy, vibrance; be kind.


Love, you’re secluded;

Don’t live deluded.

You’re my everything, my fire.

Darkness you have found,

Devours you around.

Let us be flames who aspire.


Be not sad, life changes,

Alter our exchanges.

Talk, laugh; head placed on my lap,

Tell my your secrets.

All your woes, bleakness.

Let no thoughts keep your soul trapped.


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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “A Good Guy” 


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You’re a good guy, I want to spend, 

My days smiling at time you lend,

From a busy schedule, life before —

I entered your picture, adore —

The way you spend time taking Grandma for groceries,

How you talk to her, bored but, showing pleasantries.

—-

You make me believe beyond my doubt,

That there are good men on love’s route.

That it’s alright to share my heart,

You won’t burn it and then depart,

You’ll understand it’s a gift freely given, a grace,

Something you’ll treasure when we’re together, embrace.

—–

I’ll believe in true love because in,

Or true life meet-cute, you’ll me win,

I’ll see your flaws apparent, grin.

Because I have many of those too let’s swim.

To oceans where the breeze plays in sand and surf waiting,

For us to walk through tides rushing in, both debating.

—-

The merits of some random item,

Verses some other thing enlighten,

Laying against your heart, hear beating,

The sound of safety completing,

No questions in my mind, though life together maybe hard,

We are two, in a partnership, sorting playing cards.

Life can be a serious game who wins?

Me or you? Important? Bigger things.

Letting you triumph because competition,

Fuels you, you’re happy — elation. 

Sometimes I beat you; you get this look, how’d I do it?

I’m only a beginner; You have to remain with it.

—–

Only a mere test, see frustrated,

Wondering how I beat you jaded, 

I’ll never tell but, next game yours,

Your counting, I’m not keeping score,

I’ve won you next to me at night, dreamers dreaming.

You’re a good guy; delight in me, lips close, us breathing.

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