Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago is a poet/immigrant living in Athens, Greece. He is the author of a poetry book “The Walking Man”, published by Outskirtspress.com
More info: http://www.outskirtspress.com/ernestopangilinansantiago
As we all know, there are so many types and genres of poetry and learning it one by one is time consuming, simply ‘cos one must first seek and understand the meaning of each form, before one can write a poem of his/her own in a chosen form or style, but if you are like me, (patient enough to learn new things) who loves
creating/inventing new poetic form, then bare with me and I’ll share with you the hints writing poetry in a new poetic form called “Rhyme Incorporated”
A "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form
meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.
I created "Rhyme Incorporated" as an answer to the calls of my peers/fellow poets: to write a tag poem (being played in 2007 at the Poetrysoup Community) to culminate the performance of other members by sharing a tag poem and have fun writing poetry.
Writing in this poetic form one must bare in mind to stay focus on his/her topic and no doubt must keep the interest of the readers. Also remember, in order to have a successful “Rhyme Incorporated” poem, one must read other poets works, (why? simply because how can you write a rhyme incorporated poem without knowing the names of the poets and their poems), then select the titles of their poems and with your own feelings/ideas, carefully construct a meaningful, interesting and heartfelt poem.
Well, the goal of this poetic form is to write a poem and at the same time to unite and to promote other poets and their works, and to foster and solidify brotherhood/sisterhood/camaraderie/friendship/peace among poets.
Surely, writing Rhyme Incorporated poetry is a lot of fun, enlightening and a very challenging activity. At first glance it seems difficult, but when you have the will to write, then I assure 99%, if not 100% that you can write a rhyme incorporated poem and the further you go in studying/writing in this form the closer you become the great master of Rhyme Incorporated. Oh, do not stress yourself or push your brain hard writing this kind of poetry, lest your work become meaningless and you end up not feeling well about me…lol.
And, if you are not a poet but has the craving to become one, just like me, and want to give it a try writing poetry, well there is always a solution. Use Google search and find an existing poetry forum/community/site, then join and start reading their works (you need to do a lot of reading, before you can write a rhyme incorporated poem) and at the same time read/commend their works. And, if you see an interesting title of poem that you can use for your own rhyme incorporated, list it down on a piece of paper and later write a poem, but only when you are inspired, ‘cos this way you can easily write in this form and the best part of all, it will make your poem a masterpiece that everybody will look at and of course, it will make you feel proud of yourself and feel like a great poet too.
Ok, here’s the simple rule of this poetic form, a poem is not a rhyme incorporated poem, without the names of other poets and their poems’ title in your poem. That’s it!
Lastly, do not forget to acknowledge the poets, for using their names and the titles of their works in your Rhyme Incorporated poem. This can be done by making a footnote at the end of your poem. A simple “thank you” note will be fair enough. Incorporating other poets or your own peers and their works in your rhyme incorporated poem is a compliment/an honor to all of them. But above all, be friendly or else they won’t allow you putting their names and titles of their works in your poem…lol! Good luck!
Here’s an example of a three line (Tercet) Rhyme Incorporated:
One Day In Spring
O, waiting for John Heck “In Fields of Eden”,
when “I Kissed a Butterfly” for “Breaking the Pen”
that Brandlynn Scruggs asked for “An Hour in Heaven”.
This poem consists of:
Poet John Heck, his poem “In Fields of Eden”
Poet Brandlynn Scruggs, her poem “An Hour in Heaven”
Me, my poems “I Kissed A Butterfly” and “Breaking the Pen”.
Here’s an example of a longer Rhyme Incorporated:
Starless Night: The Art Of Giving
1. I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
2. Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
3. When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”
4. The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”
5. After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”
6. I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”
7. Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”
8. She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”
9. She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”
10. At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”
11. Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”
12. I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”
13. Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”
14. Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”
15. But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”
16. I did surprise all, even Sir William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”
17. I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”
18. ‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”
19. Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”
20. Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”
21. By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”
22. That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”
23. A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”
24. Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”
25. Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
26. That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
27. I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”
28. Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
29. That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
30. Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”
31. A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
32. But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom”
33. Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”
34. A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
35. Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
36. Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”
37. Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart”
38. With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
39. I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”
40. The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
41. Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
42. For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”
43. Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
44. And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
45. To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”
46. Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
47. A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
48. A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”
49. That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”
50. To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”
51. Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar”
52. It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”
53. Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”
54. I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”
55. Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”
56. Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”
57. A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last”
58. So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”
59. I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being”
60. Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”
61. Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cos “The Deep Blue Is Rough”
62. Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”
63. Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs.”
Note: “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving” is a long poem of 63 lines
(not included the line count between stanzas) and has incorporated 43 poets
and 65 poems. See what other poets are saying about this piece, by clicking
here: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem_detail.asp?PoemID=52454
- Related Videos
- Related Articles
- Ask / Related Q&A




That certainly is something awesome....and must have been hard to do but I know just how good you are so it really is no wonder but still am very very impressed brother
Happy Birthday Love Poem Great Way To Say I Love You
By: Lorna Darden | 25/11/2009Today is your day; I will do whatever you say to make sure you enjoy your birthday. It's all about you celebrating your life, you are my pride and joy and I thank God for blessing me to be with you and allowing you to give me such amazing love.
Skin Up With Shakespeare
By: Robert Kane | 24/11/2009The sonnets and plays of William Shakespeare are arguably some of the most inspirational in the world, but when the Bard needed inspiration of his own he turned to marijuana seeds.
THE GOODBYE
By: Satish Verma | 24/11/2009A marble calm under the shaky gaze was parsing the human pain. I would lift the calculated grief from folded earth.
AWARENESS
By: Satish Verma | 24/11/2009A fragile pistillum sways to conceal the sperms in pestle. Unilaterally fired salvos were increasing. After the dig, bodies in the debris were popping up daily.
ARTFUL PINCERS
By: Satish Verma | 24/11/2009A terror of alikeness looms like stricken birds, incenerated in split seconds. You smell the burning flesh in an air blitz. Nearing endgame a conceptual hate is jettisioned in sky. You start collecting the fragments of life.
A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME
By: Satish Verma | 23/11/2009Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary. It is incursion of sterling thieving, of sisyphean pain. The plaques were becoming honorable. The spoon bills landing on dry lake.
A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME
By: Satish Verma | 23/11/2009Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary. It is incursion of sterling thieving, of sisyphean pain. The plaques were becoming honorable. The spoon bills landing on dry lake.
A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME
By: Satish Verma | 23/11/2009Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary. It is incursion of sterling thieving, of sisyphean pain. The plaques were becoming honorable. The spoon bills landing on dry lake.
Useful Tips on Writing Rhyme Incorporated Poetry
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 05/02/2008 | PoetryA "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.
How to Write a Fiboquatro Poem?
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 03/02/2008 | PoetryThe Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.
Listen to My Whisper
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 02/10/2007 | PoetryListen To My Whisper Gee, there’s a beautiful muse And it is there… in my head Sometimes, it is in my heart It is always there And, it whirlwinds Within me I let it flutter down Like a yellow butterfly, nestling On my candle-shaped finger With a silver quill It was written, now it's a poem To behold, forever I wow myself Like I used to do, when I was 7 And I am so pleased To be here, as a whisperer--- Cheerfully, whispering unto thee The beauty, my aging brain sees
Poem
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 02/10/2007 | PoetryPoem Once, I was a poem--- A memory of a rose, ever-watchful Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air. Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem--- The art of your heart; ‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am. The poem and I---fourteen lines Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe. A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote Of me, but that was before… You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.
Forgetful Poe(t)
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetryForgetful Poe(t) If you don’t want to speak, Why did you call me!? You’re disturbing me, honey You know, I’m really busy; I’ve a poem to finish, about us. Ok, come to my place, If you want; By the time you be here, Surely, I’m done with my writings. Speak, O speak to me now, I can’t let this poem go… Fluttering to an unknown grave. So serious, you are? As if I’ve done something wrong, What’s up honey, bad mood? No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t); I just waited for you, for hours. You’ve forgotten our date!
Sweet Petals of Life
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetrySweet Petals of Life There are times--- I fall, unwittingly and ‘cos of this, I want you to be near …for when my body trembles, give me the courage …for when my mind is confused, enlighten me …for when my memory is lost, remind me of me If ever I fall--- deeper into the abyss of darkness lift me, with laughter’s of the day And, if ever I weep again--- wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers and dry my tears, with its sweet petals Yes, I don’t want to live alone--- so this to you I ask, stay beside me that I may not fall into the pangs of solitude
O, Mother Earth
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetryO, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.