2008 Form Challenges

#17 Sicilian Octave

This is an Italian form that is popular with sonnet writers. Originaly there was no set meter, but using iambic pentameter the suggested pattern is:
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Lost and Found

I lost my heart to a heart unknown
Hidden deep within my tangled mind
Around which has hard callous grown.
I did not look for love nor expect to find
My mind was set and my heart like stone
And to all temptation I had gone blind.
There is now one that lays claim to me alone
Causing me to leave all my doubts behind.

Ryter Roethicle


Sicilian Octave Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Beloved
Incommunicado
Oh September
Seasons of the Heart
To Everything

Lorainne Dafney

La Carta Bella

Peggy Nelson

Summertime Blues
Summers Shoreline

Ryter Roethicle

Adoro
Bee
Courtly Feeling
Distance Loving
Pesadilla
Quiet Thoughts
Tocchi de amore

Leny Roovers

Afternoon
Eventide
Morning
Reflections VI
Summers End
Within II

Nia Wynne

Away with Spring
Cloudy Lake
Seasons in Chaos
Time to Shine



Maryse Achong

Beloved

Beloved I will never understand
Why I took so much time to recognize
You; when You were right in front of me, and
Were willing me to turn my blinded eyes
On You; but when I took Your outstretched hand
Everything changed; and now I realize
That all else is floating fluff, shifting sand;
A moment that lives fleetingly, then dies.

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Incommunicado

My phone is dead, it's been that way for days,
The Phone Company said there was a glitch
But who can believe anything it says,
Their drivel's spewed with the flick of a switch.
Ten days passed, but I offered thanks and praise
That I could get 'on line' still, a feat which
They must have overlooked, for they finds ways
To mess things up, 'bad lines' their fav'rite pitch.
Each day they tell me someone will be sent

To check everything out, fat chance of that,
One fellow came and whilst he may have meant
Well, he trekked mud through the house, then he sat
Down, fiddled with the phone; he seemed hell bent
On taking it apart. I take my hat
Off to him; for though the crackling sound went
A deathly silence fell: I still can't chat.
Then yesterday without warning the 'net'

Went 'AWOL.', but they said a technician
Had been assigned to check it, 'not to fret;'
But he's gone 'MIA,' and no one can
Find him; but I would be willing to bet
That both of them have some sinister plan.
When a friend called, thinking that he would get
Me, the phone was answered by a strange man.

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Oh September

Come September my heart is always sad
This month has claimed so many I held dear
But truth be told I should hasten to add
The same is so of other months I fear.
But September has also made me glad
So many loved ones birthdays fall in there
And we celebrate every one with mad
Abandonů September you bring good cheer.

We count on your 'petit carem' reprieve
When for a short while the rains cease to fall
And we don't complain when we see them leave
Because by then we've weathered storm and squall.
Although the rain is good you'd best believe,
That after months of wet its charm can pall.
September there is no doubt that you weave
A magic wand that affects one and all.

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Seasons of the Heart

"I'm not sure of my season," says the heart
"I never know which period has set in;
Sometimes without warning and with a start
Something happens that sets me in a spin;
Perhaps some mis-aimed love infected dart
From cupid's arrow, much to my chagrin.
I want to rip the stupid thing apart,
But it's firmly imbedded in my skin.

And there are times when I am warm, secure,
Knowing that I am well loved, life is sweet,
But then I fret, demanding something more,
Convinced that I am somehow not complete;
Not a malaise one can eas'ly ignore,
And just as difficult to cure, to treat.
This discontent is painful to the core,
The only option often, to retreat.

But sometimes I'm half dead, no energy
I merely exist, out of whack, askew,
In need of some cardiac therapy,
That is when I call loudly out to You;
For You resuscitate and revive me,
Give added strength so that I feel brand new.
When I'm intact the soul is happy, free
To do the things that souls are meant to do."

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To Everything

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace."


I pray that I'll recognize each season
And will accept the things that it demands,
Will not doubt My Lord, demand a reason,
But as they come just place them in His Hands.
For though we may object we cannot shun
Life's events as they move like shifting sands;
There are some things from which we cannot run,
Happy the man who knows and understands.

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Lorainne Dafney

La Carta Bella

I run my hands on it, I will not wait
To express my feelings with form and grace
I can't predict their journey or their fate
All these thoughts are now on a paper chase
To lift someone's spirits they won't be late
Try to imagine the joy on the face
Whispering words of love to celebrate
Thoughts from the heart left for you to embrace

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Peggy Nelson

Summertime Blues

Summertime blues of sun drenched days
Laughter of children playing all around
Grown-ups lazin' in hammocks lost in a dreamy haze
In the mysterious mind of some forbidden playground.
Summer winds bringing monsoons to all time heights,
No longer seeing a soul in sight

Temperatures scorching animals, land and mankind
Summertime blues hitting all time highs
Power outages killing nature and dreamy mind
Electrical demands high; money's burnt time to say bye-bye
Bugs, animals, humans crawling to water their thirst
Another Summer wasted in the sweltering sunrays burst

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Summers Shoreline

Walking alone by waters shoreline
Feel softness of silky soft sand
Feel, feelings rush in sublime
Recall loved ones gentle hand
Feeling peaceful and refine
Listen to soft waves musical band
Feel summers touch feel divine
While walking the sandy beach land

Feel the water as it ebbs and flow
Reminisce while gazing in space
Embrace thoughts from moonlights glow
Feel the breeze again touch with grace
Walk in silence, feel loving emotions grow
Relaxing at ones own given pace
Gather serene thoughts to show
and embrace tomorrows chase

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Ryter Roethicle

Adoro che cosa pu˛ mai essere mine II

I worship what can never be mine,
Nor possibly ever pass for what is a dream,
And so I will wait and bide my time.
For she is real, and all that love may seem.
Love's a silly state, foolishness is not a crime,
But fools are happiest when love's supreme,
And are happier still as their spirits climb,
Even more satisfied seeing their souls gleam.

Souls are easy guided by their lover's eyes,
Those windows betray what beats inside.
For that flash, that sparkle, cannot disguise,
An aftermath of love that cannot be denied.
So in that while there are more permanent ties,
And in that belief, other things are laid aside
With love making us fools are we not as wise
In that foolishness how can love have died?

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Bee

Its 7.30 am already a big fat bee is busy at work
Each purple flower bouncing as she lands there
Then flouncing once again as she leaves with a jerk
That casts her off with sacred seeds stuck to her.
She seeks not reward but neither would she shirk
The offer of a drop of that hallowed yellow
Juice that's goodness cleans moods of murk
To that of George Shearings mellow.

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Courtly Feelings

My love, I want to grow old with you,
But a long life can never be my destiny
Doubtless we both know this to be true.
And when you die I pray it will be me
Waiting at the gate, to meet and guide you
Together we'll turn as one towards eternity
Two souls Kissing as they are want to do.

As spirits, in love again we will ignite
The flame of love, once more together
Ever bound, ever will I be your knight
Devoted to you my sweet Queen forever
Every wish I shall champion with delight
My very soul I offer to loves endeavour
The Holy Grail of love is within my sight
Overcoming all in my path whatever.

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Distance Loving

Too soon time flies, then lovers part
Then spend their time regretting waste.
Because of other thoughts at the start
Should wasted times together be replaced?
Do you think, you have left your heart
Somewhere where it will be carefully placed,
Lasting promises forever play their part
And although apart is still never a waste.

Consider only that you two were there
As lovers who spent one short while
Sharing and laying your souls out bare.
Where love and honesty is the only style
You finally met someone and truly care.
Although your separated by many a mile
Time will go by and you only need to dare
To wait until once again you see that smile.

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Pesadilla

Sleep gives wings to all hidden dreams
And causes my fantasies to take flight.
In my sleep I dare to imagine schemes
Welcoming my deep desires each night.
Yet swift as rain from thunderous beams
Pours sorrow into my somnambulistic sight
Changing the tempo of passioned screams
Into a painful, and acrimonious plight

What kind of beast dwells so deep within
That lends power and strength to this,
Tearing at my soul leaving me reeling,
What causes lesser harm than fancies kiss?
'Stead sends imagination away, stealing,
Any amorous intent into a black abyss.
Less virtuous lovers live on unfeeling
Whilst I alas gave sleep tonight a miss.



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Quiet Thoughts

You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind.
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
Wandering off in spaces that leave me blind
Thinking of things that I would like to be,
Or the way our souls around each other wind
And of the future, of love and of you and me

In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment into my mind you climb
With thoughts so different to what was there.
Now it is so natural to think that I'm
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who's made my life sublime
Someone who once again makes me dare
To think that love can last over all of time.

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Toccchi di amore

I touch you, and as I do I watch your eyes
Your look softening to that of feline glee
At first your taken by a pleasant surprise
Then at last close and ecstasy I can see.
The mirror cannot hide from me any lies
As I feel you relax and surrender to me
As fingers work gently all I hear are sighs
And knots and tension from you now flee.

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Leny Roovers

Afternoon

As autumn's early shadows cast their spell,
mid-afternoon sighs lightly with the breeze;
small sparrows' twitter rises to a swell,
while Sun is losing power by degrees.
Most trees still prance like mature autumn belles,
with waving heads they bow- a last reprise.
Clouds filter midday light and spiders dwell
in silken webs they spun between the trees.

The dishwasher downstairs still thrums his tune,
while my computer hums along in key;
all well-known sounds of Sunday afternoon,
now come together in day's symphony.
I smile, because to hear this is a boon,
a different view of life's own potpourri.
With generous moves the Sunday songs are strewn-
and I am grinning at my mental spree.

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Eventide

Earth slowly lifts her face as sunlight fades;
she feels warm fingers linger on her skin
while on the sea long shadows play charades
and with a sigh, the evening breeze sets in.
As spheres are streaked with red in fiery grades,
top heavy rain clouds show a golden chin;
on the horizon gilded ships parade-
their rustling sails are shimmering like tin.

When Sun turns to the west to go to sleep,
the eastern sky is folded in dark shrouds;
along its edges night's gray witches creep-
they pull soft folds of black over day's clouds,
herded together, like a flock of sheep.
Last light retreats beneath the waves, now ploughed
with golden furrows, for tomorrow's reap-
a shining harvest of Sun's seed- now sowed.

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Morning

In bridal whites young Morning shows her face;
as floating veils trail from her high piled hair,
Sun adds a touch of gold to shining lace
and paints pink ribbons in sky's pale blue air.
As Morning bows her head with solemn grace,
her witnesses fold hands in silent prayer.
When Sun has sent his blessing, warm embrace,
her veils are lifted and day's feast is shared.

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Night-time

The sounds of night are different than by day,
more distinct, in the silence that prevails;
I lie awake and hear geese on their way
to warmer regions, flying head to tails.
On their long flight south, no one goes astray.
Much nearer to my window, magpie tales
are shared, high in the elm-trees, with blue jays,
they chatter loudly over each detail.

Far in the distance on the motorway,
some late-night travelers leave gold-red trails.
Their cars hum softly in night's darkest gray-
in wordless duet with the autumn gales.
Close to my ears, loud purring now betrays
the presence of one of my cats, her tail
touches my cheek in swift caress, she plays
with shadows, lies in wait and then assails.

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Reflections VI

I watch white clouds drift south on zephyr's hint,
a solitary gull soars in their wake.
While poplars' topmost leaves compete in sprint,
thin, silver fumes of planes shift into snakes.
As autumn's pale blue brush gives sky new tints,
I see how clouds dissolve in mirrored lake.
Reflections of tall trees in water's print,
end soft rippling, after a final shake.

Inside, all thought-ships harbour in mind's lee-
the inner storm subsided, when observed;
my heart beats strong and slowly, I am free
from strain as inner peace has been preserved.
As sunlight causes shadows of tall trees,
a small dog tries to catch them in swift swerve;
a flock of crows walk stately, they don't flee
for yapping dogs- repose in life conserved.

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Summer's end

With russet brush young Autumn paints my trees and berries blush from orange to deep red; birds eat their bellies full, while our last bees search dying summer's last few flowers' spread. Above, in cool blue early morning breeze, geese train their young, while elders take the lead; though flight formation's taught with expertise, the thought they will be leaving, evokes dread. Summer has died, before she came of age, never outgrew her childhood days this year; her life was spent in late spring's blazing rage, when Sun stroke at his fiercest, days were seared. No one could change poor Summer's final stage, she slowly withered, till she disappeared. While hues of Autumn turn a different page, we take our leave of Summer, still so dear.

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Within II

Within the hidden chambers of my heart,
I feel your presence as I call your name.
Your face is chiseled on my inner chart,
you are the distant goal for which I aim.
I might be frightened when day's lights depart,
but all I have to do is seek your flame;
I fix my eyes on you as you impart
the inner knowledge that I trust, acclaim.

You take me by the hand to bring me home,
my steps soon find the rhythm to match yours;
I'll gladly walk with you, no longer roam-
my world looks brighter as I do day's chores.
One day I'll know the peace within your dome,
When you'll have lead me to your quiet shores.
Inside I hear the praise-filled sound of ďm,
I follow each inflection, my soul soars.



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Nia Wynne

Away with Spring

Slowly the sun goes, seasons so follow
Sanguine hours spill, simply the days sway,
Clocks measure all pieces, pastures fallow
Crumbling in brownish leaves, where we'd stay
Heaving sighs as songs. Summers mellow
Hastens from our view, so we keep those days
Memories and watch dancers graying and slow
Match steps in the snows, spring put away.

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Cloudy Lake

Ripples, not quite allowing reflections
To be mirrored, making suns light
Dance in heavenly blue-gold profusion
Across the lake, as in a dream of flight,
Winds gently caressing like wing'd visions,
Visible and yet not, like owls of night
Silently seen, eyes glowing emotion
Through a thousand clouds, many tails of kites.

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Season in Chaos

Season of chaos now comes to my world
Wandering through dusty days, rainy nights,
Changes from green to gold, quick unfurled
Buds now dropping in death before my sight,
Soon chaos cocoons the earth in it's pearl
Blanket of frozen tears, blindingly light,
Even at dusk all is a twinkle twirl
Delight, for tulips pink await sun's bright.



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Time to Shine

Time stands still when you are in my thoughts,
Those that make my heart go a fluttering
Then soar to the mountain top that we've sought,
To find such special peaks, are our gifting.
Upon the steps to Edens doors we wrought
Utterly golden moments of loving,
Unspent dreams tossed like shimmering coins bought
Until the last pleasure dropped, shining.



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