Original form of poetry I call "Septcouplet;" from Septette (A set of seven similar things considered as a unit) and couplet (Two successive lines of verse forming a unit marked usually by rhythmic correspondence, rhyme.) The Septcouplet consists of seven free-style verses, with six lines each, no syllable count. After each verse there are two lines which rhyme, with four syllables in each line. The style is in all lowercase, punctuation when needed inside the lines, but none at the end of lines.
eavesdrop on your past
confident it is there, murmuring like a woman's sigh
smell of elapsed days, hours, minutes
rancid history's bouquet, well past its sell-by date
open your eyes, kaleidoscope of hidden peccadilloes
somewhere you hear a psalm-singing Caligula
see what you are
left a nice scar
bruise on the skin of memory
hurtful, vicious cobwebs caress remembrance intricately
bringing up bile, smoked with a taste of incredulity
seeing yourself a coward
thoughts are sorely afflicted
hounds of panic assail your arrogance
horrid nightmare
pull up a chair
dreamscapes which are real
divulge inconsequential pursuits, meaningless
money not your God
countless sexual collaborators, close but no cigar
after each search for fleshy ecstasy, a microscopic death
forging on, fleeing suffering as it was embraced
from town to town
lost every round
highway summoned with its dusty, lonely call
unsure footsteps pursuing faded, erstwhile ones
scenic wonderland of beauty
blurs into essence of funk
walking toward death's grinning mask
among the necropolis of terminated faith
stroll down the street
verve is a cheat
optimism rears blood-spattered head and smiles
walks with you, navigating the way
sincere faces lend you their wholesomeness so dear
romanced and rejected
terrified you were not the man that could
join the 4-F Club, find 'em, finger 'em, @#%$ 'em, forget 'em
love's light you trashed
scorched it to ash
looking back on days before
had something there, assassin or saint
wild horses of indecision galloped off with your life
your closet, a dungeon of screams screaming screams
long in the tooth, try cramming the goodness you lacked
into these few years with useless words nobody hears
this shallow world
you have unfurled
you walked toward your destined fate,
not arrogant, not hat in hand,
reality says this is where you are
don't fight it
behind the selfishness of your world
beauty and love sneaked in to hold your hand
she called your name
love is her game
eavesdrop on your past
confident it is there, murmuring like a woman's sigh
smell of elapsed days, hours, minutes
rancid history's bouquet, well past its sell-by date
open your eyes, kaleidoscope of hidden peccadilloes
somewhere you hear a psalm-singing Caligula
see what you are
left a nice scar
bruise on the skin of memory
hurtful, vicious cobwebs caress remembrance intricately
bringing up bile, smoked with a taste of incredulity
seeing yourself a coward
thoughts are sorely afflicted
hounds of panic assail your arrogance
horrid nightmare
pull up a chair
dreamscapes which are real
divulge inconsequential pursuits, meaningless
money not your God
countless sexual collaborators, close but no cigar
after each search for fleshy ecstasy, a microscopic death
forging on, fleeing suffering as it was embraced
from town to town
lost every round
highway summoned with its dusty, lonely call
unsure footsteps pursuing faded, erstwhile ones
scenic wonderland of beauty
blurs into essence of funk
walking toward death's grinning mask
among the necropolis of terminated faith
stroll down the street
verve is a cheat
optimism rears blood-spattered head and smiles
walks with you, navigating the way
sincere faces lend you their wholesomeness so dear
romanced and rejected
terrified you were not the man that could
join the 4-F Club, find 'em, finger 'em, @#%$ 'em, forget 'em
love's light you trashed
scorched it to ash
looking back on days before
had something there, assassin or saint
wild horses of indecision galloped off with your life
your closet, a dungeon of screams screaming screams
long in the tooth, try cramming the goodness you lacked
into these few years with useless words nobody hears
this shallow world
you have unfurled
you walked toward your destined fate,
not arrogant, not hat in hand,
reality says this is where you are
don't fight it
behind the selfishness of your world
beauty and love sneaked in to hold your hand
she called your name
love is her game
