An alexandrine is a 12-syllable iambic line adapted from French heroic verse. There is no specific number of lines, and rhyming is not required.
The Thrill Is Gone – An Acrostic Alexandrine (June 15, 2022)
The thrill is gone after being more than halfdead
Heaven turned out to be an overrated ride
Eastern assertions coloured a fiery deathbed
Thanking the universal howdy long and wide
Hell is better served with a pineapple pizza
Reeking of sundried tomatoes without the skin
Instead of peace every new war accepts Visa
Laying lives along a bloody brick ready grin
Long live and flounder under the weight of a song
In the heat of a bomb flying through brain and bone
Selling a dream about everything that is wrong
Gunning for a coming democracy-free zone
O Babe in the wee hours of the day I saw night
Negated by white smoke and something blue to write
Entrenched between fallen trees there was nothing right
We might as well sing about yesterday and tomorrow since there is no more today.
Shakespeare Erred – An Alexandrine (November 12, 2020)
Words of a famous rhyme were moving through her head
Her heart must have tipped the scale in favour of bed
Too tired she was to contest the simple rhyme
Her head was indicating she was out of time
Yawn followed yawning before sleep summoned a dream
Hamlet she saw talking to a skull with esteem
King Lear appeared next questioning Lady Macbeth
Will you ask my daughter to yield before my death
Othello seemed jolly with Romeo’s rapport
A merchant of Paris asked for a kilogram
Hamlet then prayed to Juliet to give a damn
When her balcony began suddenly to soar
Arising surprised perplexed Shakespeare this night erred
All the plots she knew by heart and mind her soul bared