I attended a short form poetry workshop tonight and as usual burned off two poems.  This time it was in a traditional Welsh form called the rhupunt.  Obviously, not my best poems but these are them:

Four Line Rhupunt

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Four Line Rhupunt Blues
by Michael Romani

You know I’ll miss
Gonna quit this
Can’t resist this
Wicked game played

Blues in my bones
Sticks in their zones
Nothing atones
Like blues well played

(c) April 11, 2017 Michael Romani

and

Music of Wales
by Michael Romani

Music of Wales
Sonorous tales
Ringing of bells
Hunting the wren

We harmonize
Telling no lies
Giving our tries
Giving all when

Locked in tower
Clock strikes the hour
Tyrant’s power
Fails him then

Congregation
Fascination
Pleases the nation
Now as back then

Sweet melody
Means much to me
In harmony
Land would be free

(c) April 11, 2017 Michael Romani