I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked the poets to play with end rhyme schemes. If that was something they weren’t into, I asked them to share a magical experience with their double Ennead poem.

Here are the poems from the April 19th, 2021 challenge:

(English quintain rhyme scheme of ABABB)

Life may fall to pieces,
Scene when curtains fall,
Creased pages that chronicle your life’s thesis
Tell a tale of downfall,
And none to enthrall.

Life’s lesson in a guise,
Little joys unnamed,
Laugh at the darkness before the bright sunrise
Spreading a cheer untamed,
Firing dreams unchained.

Life lets salty tears dance,
Swirled in its whirlwind,
Mired with its dust, sadness leaves you in a trance
Hope surges you unpinned,
Life’s joys unchagrined.

"Animal Magnetism?"

The neighbor’s dogs are not
The problem, though they
Pause, and bark; the boundary, they do not cross
The cat thinks he’s the boss
Of all that he sees

Twice the orange cat
Within the last two days,
Has left personal ‘presents’ of his presence
I return this ‘essence’
Of claim on my space

Once he offered a mouse;
A gift, not quite dead
Where did he find the little pure white creature?
Cat face, a smug feature,
Now he flees from me!

©Jules Pens Some Gems
"Comedy Poetry"

Comedy Poetry
may contain some pun
Like bears with computers .. hairy reasoners
These things can be fun
But beauty is lost

Beautiful poetry
Has great imagery
The sound of the creek to the rustle of leaves
I am loving the trees
Yawning through verses

Middle ground can be found
Great minds are employed
Laughter and solace filling stanza and verse
Are equally enjoyed
Till green monkeys sing

©Mr. Oh's Sideway View (left in comments)
"When the Night Disappears"

The songbird croons and hums
expressing an ache
for the waning night from the depth of her soul
as she glides to the hole
at the break of dawn.

The rose shrinks its petals
and clings close to leaves
holding on to the last traces of the night.
blushing at dawn’s bright light,
dew oozing to stem.

The boy pretends and squints,
hiding in his quilt,
eventually, he picks up his school bag
and adjusts his class tag,
walks the sunny path.


"Meaning of Peace"

Tiptoeing ‘round the house
at its most quiet,
everyone asleep during those lonely hours,
should have been peaceful, yet
it stirred emptiness

I have gnawing fears too
like everyone else,
getting older, the future, to name a few,
cramped thoughts that could cripple
giving no freedom

What does peace mean to me
has transformed with age,
lately it has been accepting weaknesses,
one day make peace with them
no longer a foe

©Nature Whispering
"Guardian Angel"

on that cloudy morning
almost time for school
the weatherman said possible rain  wind and
the temp was very cool
please put on your coats

I opened the door and
there perched on the gate
the whitest bird, a dove, a sign of spirit
the dove sat still and calm
my son climbed the grate

I took a quick photo 
the dove never moved
the wonder stayed with me, is this the angel
who protects? I approve
guardian angel

©Ruth Scribbles
The soul of the Chess board,
The unwitting Pawns
Unique arrangement will prevail or call quits.
In this battle of wits;
Overlook them not.

Unpredictable are,
Both Bishops and Knights,
Whilst stoic, Castles merely hold defence lines.
But, King’s capture defines;
The end of the game.

The expendable Pawn,
Powerless alone
Can excel when working as a team, that’s keen.
One may well become Queen;
The most potent piece.

©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge
"Quirky Ideas"

Every once in a while,
Tis good to ad-lib,
To go with the flow, improvise, on the hoof.
With no burden of proof,
Ideas become.

Cast not at this first stage,
Doubt on the thinking,
As all proffers may have some validity.
Given lucidity,
Brilliance unveils.

When inspiration dries,
Feel free to critique,
Justify pros; credibility impeach.
Such is the life of each …
Quirky idea.

©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge

Many thanks to everyone who participated in this challenge. Writing poetry makes us better writers!

for writing great poetry!

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, May 117th! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!