Rondeau Redoublé: Cyberbullies

Rondeau Redouble


Seems we prefer victims once they are dead.
Easier to sit back than take up a cause,
Silently watching we aide and abed,
Laughing with bullies we sharpen their claws!

So used to cruelty it gives us no pause,
Meek are the victims and carefully bred
We love martyrs I think this because,
Seems we prefer victims once they are dead.

Maybe it’s fear we’ve grown in our head.
We won’t defend victims from bully outlaws.
Better be quiet you see we’re well-bred.
Easier to sit back than take up a cause.

A victim the tough guy chews in his maws.
The silly chicken or the gross dead-head,
Ridiculing, hurting seeking guffaws…
Silently watching we aide and abed.

He’s funny baiting the nerdy egghead,
Such a great show, he deserves your hurrahs!
Tomorrow maybe you’ll be the knucklehead…
Laughing with bullies we sharpen their claws!

Taught you’d go to heaven turning your cheek
Taught to hold back and never be exposed
Taught to love the strong and despise the weak
Taught to laugh when some bunny just explodes
Seems we prefer victims.

Written for:  Special Prompt: Cyber-bullying – A Challenge
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Thursday Poetry Prompt#1 : Dream Rondeau

dark alley

The new series of poetry prompts from We Drink Because We are Poets has been published!!  This is for the Thursday Edition, dead line Monday midnight.  This is what we should try to do:  “A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).”  And the subject you ask?  It’s this:  Write a poem based on a dream you had. Try to reproduce the sensations of the dream. 

My Dream Rondeau

I walk alone in a city I have never known,
Though recognition over the years has grown
Over  time as oneiric vision comes to visit me
The lights,sounds and alleyways I smile to see
And I feel delight in every single cobblestone.

You wish to travel to this twilight zone,
But your trip you must postpone,
For my dear friend, this is not to be,
I walk alone…

‘It’s not for all to own a city homegrown,
Here am I, the Queen upon her throne…
Where never I need a lock or key,
And no bombs create sad debris…
This wonderland is my very own,
I walk alone.

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Thursday Poetry Prompt #1 – Brutal Embrace by Lilith Colbert

As I Drift Off by Shainbird

Stain: a Rondeau