Nove Otto a collection

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The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc

Submitted: July 11, 2018

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Submitted: July 02, 2018

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Luna

there be no place on land our Earth
that non did understand since birth
no place to hide we'd sooner be
in ocean sank past, found new start
your potion drank fast, bound your heart
and in your soul there's room for me
turned from dark words said, cleared our head
from a spark words bled, desires fed
demon dies, arise LunaSte

 

LunaSte

refrain with pain yet golden voice
flesh bare in winter is our choice
both dressed in rags exquisitely
shared and sang our final chorus
this crescendo was wrote for us
two defeated found victory
sadly searching song sang solo
a planned bequeath became bestow
above below know LunaSte

 

My Luna

half deaf ear at first dismmissive
she finds freedom as submissive
should I worry I find her sane?
gagged and bound she begs on her knees
thrown to ground won't waste time on tease
purposely ply pleasure from pain
find the verge of the psychotic
two minds merge cauldron erotic
peak and cum again and again

 

Fight club

she dreams my mind a wandering
she seems sureal I'm pondering
I see Helen Bonham Carter
birds feather, the kind'o hurting
or have I gone Tyler Durden?
Icy hell tore her apart, yeah
you bet I'm back to my complete
yet fret I've cracked under defeat
I thee tell from storm she harbour

Beach

together walked to edge of land
on golden sand strolled hand in hand
winters wrath harmless memory
left the herd and flocked to nature
bare foot through life is our fate yeah
my maid back home to her blue sea
a year trapped in traffic would be worth
a day with you on our flat Earth
LunaSte escaped lunacy

 

Changeling

to wife of Poseidon she prays
wish for wet waves so longingly
pine for lost home she's never seen
by her it's known forever dream
that she's changeling stolen from sea
sings her sweet songs to Amphitrite
to me she belongs, hold her tight
as we descend shared lunacy

 


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