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Poetry type of the day: Rispetto

A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of
two rhyme quatrains with strict meter.

The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme
of abab ccdd.

Poisin
5/3/2008
By William Boudle

Sins like posions make you ill
Compassion soothes like nature's balm
Condemnation slowly kills
Though slow and steady, still and calm.

In a world where sin is what sells best
And condemnation's said in jest
Caring, love and truth can ease
Compassion, nature's remedy.



Untitled
5/3/2008
By Jaden Brulotte

A man has learned his faulty ways
But cannot find his way back out
He spends his nights and all his days
Wondering what real life's about.

Take care, to judge will find him lost
Will spend his strength, a heavy cost
But kindness, care and truth, you'll find
Can hold his hand and guide his mind.
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