Luc Bat Sonnet

A Vietnamese Luc Bat Sonnet a (ab) b (bc) c (cd) d (de) e (ef) f (fg) g (ga) Luc Bat means six eight. The lines are alternating six and eight syllables. The sixth syllable of every line is a rhyme.  Every second (even numbered) line has two rhymes, on on the sixth syllable with the line before and one on the eighth syllable that rhymes with the line after.
 Example Poem

 Names at Work   (Luc Bat Sonnet)
 I worked with Harry Balls
 and sometimes took his calls in fact,
 and handled them with tact.
 'Twas not always exactly fun,
 but Shanda had begun
 to ask to see the one so named,
innuendos untamed.
 The girl was unashamed for sure.
 Oh yes, I took the lure.
 She broadcast such allure it seems
 she'd fostered many dreams.
 Her tight clothes stretched their seams I fear.
 Her name was Shanda Lear
 and she lit up our workplace stalls.

 © Lawrencealot - February 25, 2013 Visual Template

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Stefanile Triadic Sonnet

An American Sonnet form which divides into 3 sections with a central Octave.

Form Type: Metrical
Origins: American
Creator: Felix Stefanile
Number of Lines: 14
Rhyme Scheme: a,b,a-b,c,c,d,b,b,d,e-f,e,f
Meter: Iambic Pentameter


Rules
1. The form divides into three sections. There should be no enjambment over these sections. They are as follows:

a) The first part is a triplet which ryhmes a,b,a. This section sets the theme for the content of the sonnet and is formed as a statement.
b) The second section is an octave rhyming b,c,c,d,b,b,d,e this elborates on the theme and enhances it.
c) The final triplet rhymes f,e,f. This provides the resolution of the sonnet in a similar fashion to the final couplet in a Shakespearian Sonnet.

2. The poem should be constructed using Iambic Pentameter.

Example Poem

Static

I don't have noises dancing through my head 

as other people attest that they do 

except sometimes when I'm ensconced in bed. 

My schemes to find the perfect girl to wed, 

or fights to right the wrongs of city woes,

or dramas brought while teenage daughter grows

are now behind me.  Can't believe the peace. 

I live in now, just plan a bit ahead.

The mental noise begins when I'm in bed. 

It's fun sometimes, and sometimes just won't cease. 

The static's streaming from my muse somewhere. 

I grab one random thought and get on it. 

Forsake the bed (retired, it's always there.) 

and try to write a Triadic sonnet. 

© Lawrencealot - January 21, 2013

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