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2006 Form Challenges
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Italian SestetThe rhyme pattern is as follows; a, b, c, a, b, c,
Sicilian SestetThe rhyme pattern is as follows; a, b, a, b, a, b,
Spanish Sestet or SextillaThere is also an option of two rhyme schemes, shown as; a. a. b. c. c. b. , or alternatively, a.b. b. a.c. c.
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Italian Sestina Posts
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Kathy AndersonBecause of you my eyes cry obsidian drops As round as blue-light stars Winking from your stormy blast of ice, Spars of my ship broken matchstick props Barely small enough to be just scars, There because your cost was too high a price. Because of you there was inspiration, But I found my fugue out of tune, So I kept a melody of what was good. Because of you I found consolation, I weep, I dance, I remember June, And awake from dreamers mist as I should. ----- Incongruity When you talk to me there is light Though confusion ensues within my mind Easy words do evoke high emotions. How do you know my hearts true plight? Thoughts betray intentions in kind Can you forget this heart, my only devotion? Perplexity (Response) When you talk to me there is light Though confusion ensues within my mind Easy words do evoke high emotions. How do you know my hearts true plight? Thoughts betray intentions in kind Can you forget this heart, my only devotion? Ryter Roethicle ----- Prelude Cinnabar lips consume cloves of richest scent Only to find the hue of a heart gone cold, A climate uncomforted by oolong teas. A fugue resounds about, though solstice be spent, As a change of key unlocks miseries old Lament in new symphonic tisanes appease. back to list |
Lorraine DafneyAt the end of the day when its twilight I can see your shadow on the pathway Where you wait for me as you've done before But this time the clouds prevent sunsets light You reach for my hand and show me the way To our home where love is ever more back to list |
Kevin McKinneyA stark, white page is a frightening thing To a poet with tales too true to tell; But aren't we all disposed to discover The difference between a clown and a king, An empty barrel from a silver bell, Or the odds of friends becoming lovers? A vacant stage is a harrowing place When the lights all dim for soliloquy; And all you can stammer to state your cause Of last resort, is the tenuous grace Of invention's mother, necessity; But her script is written on thinnest gauze. So it's off you go adlibbing the lines; And choosing most among myriad themes, The easier terrains and gentler grades; The soft metered feet, the simplest rhymes Served only to soothe susceptible dreams Instead of the truth; of which you're afraid. At dawn each day comes a promising gift; Despite your mood for the wrapping it's in, It contains no map, but a stark, white page With a logo seen as the dark clouds lift; A stage adorned as a path that begins Where a signpost stands that reads: Have Courage! back to list |
Spudmick MurphyHow long did we play in the clouds; collecting stars to flint heart's fires and moondust to seed eternity? How long did we shun earthly crowds; propagating naked desires, unashamed, in anonymity? When did fate turn on its axis, bringing storm to cleave our passions and rend the clouds that protected us? Whose green eyes cursed our happiness? What god would wreak devastation on souls joined by love's umbilicus? Our pains deserving of truthful answers. Can we climb the sky again, to find them? ----- Tomorrow's Face, Today Last night's rains bequeathed deep puddles to city streets and parking lots, tightly crowded with cars and self-absorbed shoppers. In the midst of close-eyed muddles, two boys on bikes, feigned as despots, wreaked their rule, by skewing the eyes of car mirrors. When they had bored of this foul sport, they seized an empty shopping cart; treating her, unasked, to a tango's maneuvers. But glory's dance was broken short. The cart flung in the deepest part of puddle. Warning: Beware all future lovers. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleBelieve in dragons, that they may live again. Lording over land and sea, the gentle beast The time is ripe that we may live in fantasy Cannot fantasy and life be both the same? Knightly lore was blackest deed and evil feast Cannot we believe and see what we will see? For dragons lore was part of what used to be. But blackest deeds and wicked tricks overthrow Magic helped the reigned lord to gain his power. Hear amid our deepest dreams the creatures plea. Whilst secretly they hide and secretly they grow Now they emerge welcomed from their bower. ----- Celestial Paths Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished. A star in the night sky winked back at them. Thinking he’d granted them their wish they smiled, And they walked along their paths enriched. Paths are known to part, so we should not condemn The star, she did not intend the lovers to beguile. ----- City of Angels I tried to listen to the earth today and all I heard was the scream of jets. The Earth breathes and lives and cares. But nothing works here there is no way. Black car fumes, dust and cigarettes breathe, and live in this filth, who dares? Rain will not wash away this kind of filth, those in control are deaf, and set in mind, The boom of the earth they have not heard, nor do they care about their peoples health They silence those who care and are kind for they have never known or cared? ----- Vacuumed You did love me what else could cause this pain, And I loved you no less, and I feel the same, No harm was meant, but loss was ne’r ‘thout cost. Even when happiness was all that’s meant to gain Now the price that’s paid is coated with my shame But by far tis you that is the greatest loss. ----- Welcome Spring I heard a sound today in the trees outside The magpies heard and with the plovers joined in, As they celebrated the last shower of rain. God had breathed out, the wind smiled and cried Green shoots emerged, and new life began. Spring has returned, and He loves us again. I heard a sound today in the trees outside And that of children playing on the park close by, Because winters confinement is now unchained. Today the future smiled whilst winter cried And then again we saw a clear blue sky. Spring has returned, and He loves us again. back to list |
Trewir WintlekIs there not one ounce of love seeded and buried within their minds? Let them now suffer for the hideous crimes of our time! Their followers, no longer important these serious attacks. Did you decipher their names and make since to the symbolical finds? Fatigue and blind-sided arrived, to the dirt of histories time of slime. Masterminds of deceit and reprisal attacks most absurdly will slack. The Son no longer shines over these unworthy humankind. Worms and maggots slither, destroying, disrupting evil human insides. Slowly and painfully the wicked and evil must die! The Wise-herd has arrived with Magical wands, inflame sectarian evil minds. Numerous coalitions; brewing, stirring inside and outside. Gods proclaimed Eagles, sent to unravel and revise these, despicable ties. back to list |
Kathy AndersonOver a rainbow there are brownies, Latte, strawberry and cherry lanes, Those dreamy whipped creamy paths, Streets paved with golden honey Drops from nectared combs of bee champagne For you and I to explore all sixths. Under the amytal skies is purer brie, The camembert delights of other planes, Other flavored ways of life or oaths To bring us to plainer roads, and bonnie, Fair as snows, bright as stars plains, Simpler, kinder still than vermillion street truths. Over a rainbow there are brownies, Though vanilla roads be more cherished piths. back to list |
Liars TruthAn earthly son, she slew him quick- there wasn’t time to wonder when her eyes had lastly shown this trick; the way her tears could apprehend a smile that hung entrenched and sick, a guttering candle love could mend. She seeks the darkness corners hold- the sounds of mewling gasps for air, a sigh still shows where promise folds; the night is clinging to the tear that makes an empty pillow old, that opens hearts and withers care. The last of wicks approaches ends- there isn’t time to ponder if the doubts she’s harbored condescend; to bind decisions day found rifts in all the love she’d never spent, to pray denial finds her swift. I left her there, a fairytale- the moment passed for hand-stitched rhymes as time was whispering ‘dreams prevail’ and all my words were drowned sublime; where once she glowed, she now is pale... her tears and smiles are kept in mine. back to list |
Lorraine DafneyWhen autumn brings down her curtain of leaves The grounds will be covered with colors bright Thats when I'll stop to listen and retrieve Those sweet memories from within falls light Kicking the piles of leaves makes me believe Age has no barrier to feel delight back to list |
Ryter RoethicleBoth you and I, are made of clay Cast on the potters wheel of Fate. Our hands mould this clay each day Our deeds, good or bad are the weight. Only truth, and likewise deeds are the pay Politics and concession are illegal freight. Fire the kiln and the clay will dry. And look, what have you made, what use? Are the cups you made a worthy supply Or will they always leak and cause abuse? Are they fit to paint and pleasing to the eye I wonder, what will be your views. ----- Perplexity When I talk to you the words come easy Yet inside the turmoil the excitement Each syllable comes slipping out so freely. Can my words cause you this torment? My mind willing to speak so lovingly Will you miss my love, my true intent? ----- Presence in my mind You have become a presence in my mind. I do not like it, for no longer is it free My thoughts once controlled and simple kind Now wander off in space and back to thee And the way our souls around each other wind. Now thinking of things that could just be. In my minds eye I see you everywhere Each waking moment steals my time In thoughts so different to what was there Now so natural now to think that I’m Thinking about someone for who I care Someone to me who’s become sublime. ----- Soul Mates Loving, sleeping sharing life’s rich plate You and I are together as we should be. Dream time together our senses sate In the halls of waiting you and me In spite of distance, you are my mate Spending forever together in eternity. ----- Would you Would you turn back the hands of time And live over again without mistakes, To show to age a face without life’s grime Unscarred, living a life that’s full of grace? In returning to when in your youthful prime Would you, most all your early events erase? The scars we bear are souvenirs of a past And the lessons learned, hopefully move on. Greater heights of wealth or fame surpassed Are they needed to help appreciate the dawn? Rather they are millstones that cannot last Then when faced with death, all is gone. back to list |
Trewir WintlekThe Nights of October are lonely and cold Who shall provide the warmth I desire this night? Step into my dream world if you dare be so bold. In spite of the distance, two souls will unite. Together we’ll make-up for the times we lost hold. Has it been a week, a day; a moment to long? Pain’s and sorrow’s past, no longer for us to see. Our soul’s to thrill with laughter, joy and our hearts song. How long shall we dream our love is purified and pleased? Shall we strip all clothing now, and do what we dreamt fore so long? Given this time, starting fresh memories or is past the best we can be? Let’s lie down on the comfort of this feather bed and create, Whatever comes to mind on our rainbow love wishes. If only we could stay in our made up dream;(sigh) so real and sedate... We need not talk, we know all mind games and body languages. Our souls now drift away, we where scrumptious, in dreams of fate. Looking at the rain and lighting this night; it was only a dreamy love wish. back to list |
Lorraine DafneyWhen autumn brings down her curtain of leaves The grounds will be covered with colors bright Thats when I'll stop to listen and retrieve Those sweet memories from within falls light Kicking the piles of leaves makes me believe Age has no barrier to feel delight ----- Spanish Eggs Gently saute two onions then Add garlic watch closely turn when Just brown now set aside to wait Scramble the eggs till their edges Are firm to cut and make wedges Fold over and present on plate back to list |
Gaer Llwydhardwood smoke scent captures noses bright beach plums overtake roses hound dozes, hoses away stepladder up, gutter to clean on branches, fat squirrels are seen school-bound teen scene, football play ripe cranberries float in their bog sweat pants and shirts warm the jog nights of fog, grog hot with spice spindrift and whitecaps fill bays neon sunsets shorten the days Jack Frost's craze, glazings of ice village tourist shops closing down now cord piles for woodstoves abound cornstalks found, bound to lamp posts old sol wanes in late afternoon in phase of the great harvest moon wind chimes' tune, loon cries the loss starlings mob in wavering clouds at the cider mill there's a crowd calling loud, proud geese on wing with festivals casting their spells sound of barn dance fiddling swells joy upwells, dwelling as king back to list |
Ryter RoethicleCome take my hand my autumn angel No longer summers colours bright And days share equal time with night. Lush green colours are no longer visible The crops are gathered, and been sold, Our legacy the colours of red and gold. This time is ours in our own private nest Away from cooler seas that chill the air Our evenings by a fire in a comfy chair It is now we find that time alone is best We have earned through our endeavour Our future lives stretching out forever. ----- For a while For a while I knew heaven but it flew away Yet it carried our dreams every single day, Like the birds we watched that were part of us. Now they are gone, and our dreams are no more And never again wade in at the evening’s shore, Because heavenly sands have turned to dust. For a while sunsets were deeply coloured Now misty and clouded no longer amoured For the sun has gone out of both our lives. Pain has robbed you of what was really true And memory is now just a distorted view But in my mind, love and truth survives. ----- Winters Return Once again winters misery has returned And no more morning birdsongs can we hear, When last week they called out loud and clear. Last week promises of summer burned And we cast aside winters layers Now once again we sit round blazing fires. Every winter’s day we prayed for rain But fickle nature decided to abstain And until spring we were promised drought. But with spring it has bucketed down With several floods in parts of town I suppose really we shouldn’t shout. back to list |
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