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The Italian form Terza Rima was of indefinite length, using three-line stanzas or tercets.
The the sonnet version is simply four stanzas and ends with a couplet that links back to the
first stanza.
Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used,
as long as all the lines are of the same length and meter.
The Terza Rima sonnet has the following rhyme scheme,
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Terza Rima Sonnet Challenge Replies
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Maryse AchongA little gratitude goes a long way, And best of all it does not cost a cent, Even if we expend it every day. But there are some it seems who are hell bent On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed, And use it only for a big event. Like a malaise that moves farther afield The lack of it spreads like a wild fire, Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed. Results can be devastating, dire And even if they fin'lly go away They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire. It's worth the while to go out of our way To give thanks for our blessings every day. ----- Clarity A little gratitude goes a long way, And best of all it does not cost a cent, Even if we expend it every day. But there are some it seems who are hell bent On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed, And use it only for a big event. Like a malaise that moves farther afield The lack of it spreads like a wild fire, Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed. Results can be devastating, dire And even if they fin'lly go away They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire. It's worth the while to go out of our way To give thanks for our blessings every day. ----- End Product I am who I am, no more and no less, No frills, no facades, I am simply me… And what that means is anybody's guess. Life is too short so I just want to be In a place where my spirit is serene Where both my mind and my heart are carefree. I've had my share of joy and sorrow; been Raised up and beaten down in many ways, Have often languished somewhere in between. I've enjoyed perfect nights and glorious days, Have known the darkness of despair, distress, For all of these I give Him thanks and praise. I am just me, nothing more nothing less, A patchwork made of many parts I guess. ----- Saying Goodbye I really hate having to say goodbye, I suffer when friends or family leave, And each time I feel a small part of me die. Sometimes for months I get a sweet reprieve, And nobody has to go anywhere, And I'm happier than you would believe. But there are times when I am in despair, So many farewells I am overcome By sadness; and perhaps my greatest fear Is that we will never meet again. Some Say 'that's life, there's no reason to cry;' Somehow that does not help me feel less glum. Three times in two days I have said goodbye, With each one I felt a small part of me die. back to list |
Jem FarmerThe nightingale that sings in Dundee's air, she fills my darkness with the sweetest sound, and lures me from my solitude with care. In whispered touch my heart she's tightly bound, releasing me from benighted twilight, with melodies of light the Earth she's crowned. Damask petals fall, as she walks, invite, her lips to curl and smile as she lays claim, the lost heartbeat that is her prize tonight. This shrew that squeals no man can surely tame, but lady sings of love to meet my dare, and harmony and rhythm light my flame. The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air, and lures me from my solitude with care. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleLong ago when the world was young Enchantment spread by Angel's wings Sprinkling magic dust along the way As cherubs raise their voice and sings Maggie Cusick Very long ago when the world was young Enchantment was spread by Angel's wings Stories were passed by bards poems sung. Faeries danced merrily round moonlit springs Sprinkling their magic dust along the way To refrains played on those bardic strings. Then in time some faeries learned to play All the cherubs raised their voices and sang And sang and sang until the break of day. Around the world and back their voices rang Mankind then thought a new wind had sprung Adding to that choir the early men also sang. Very long ago when the world was young Stories were passed by bards poems sung. ----- Extempore Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven But would that Heaven we've created be perfect, Or with our basest thoughts be interwoven? In time like other toys begin to show neglect Then in time be cast aside for other things Where instead of veneration show disrespect! Some akin it to be like the palaces of kings, With feasts and orgies and other forms of delight Where servants pass around fluttering their wings Whist! Listen! Can you feel that horrible draught Of empty spaces created by those desires uneven? Proving that on the whole what we want is daft! Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven Where with our basest thoughts be interwoven? ----- Freedom The sounds of the captured city wakens me Even before dawn, slaves hasten to the wills Of invisible masters that state what shall be. But I ignore that noise, and slumbers skills Erase what pain they caused, and eases my mind Finding myself again among Avalon's hills. I appreciate how my dreams are being kind, But will cast them aside and join the slaves That are considered to be normal mankind. Now I hear the traffic going past in loud waves As I go about my morning rites feeling free Realising that they are digging early graves The sounds of the captured city have woken me But I have no masters that state what shall be. ----- In another place In another place, in some other time Beyond our reach is a land of fantasy A perfect place with a perfect clime. Where all our hopes and wishes to be And all we scheme and wish and dare Live there only in our dreams to see And every night they're waiting there For us to see again refreshed and new A kaleidoscope of life's rich fare. Our bodies perfect, strong and true No lust and hunger to satisfy A land of love where all's true blue So each night as on your beds you lie Why not relax and let your cares go by. ----- Loves Pain How often do we punish the one we love? Words said in heat, more poison than a snakes Pouring out pure venom from above. Then with the morning our conscience shakes Wishing that we could pull back every word And repair the scars and fix heartbreaks. And our loved one says "don't be absurd" "I forgive", but in her voice you hear the pain, And from her tone, something else is heard. She quickly turns away, and hides again You reach for her and take her in your arms Its when you turn her to you, you see the strain Behind her smile, but know there's no harm, That can't be fixed by this woman's charms. ----- Rain in the Bush The rain sounds so different here Not strident, with insensitive calls, But clean and pure and oh so clear. Singing through the leave as it falls, No one complains about being wet through The forest sounds like empty halls. The breeze it brings, scented and new No stench from roads where diesels pound Or poisonous smoke from factory flue. The raindrops gently seep into the ground It does not stagnate in puddles austere Where rather disgusting smells abound The rain sounds so different here So clean and pure and oh so very clear. ----- Small Thanksgiving As I sit here, the day is ending for me The sun has gone behind the hills to sleep The day's been all and more I wanted it to be. As it settled I watched the shadows creep Hearing the birds settle in each cosy nest Watching the moon over the eastside creep. It makes me certain how well we are blessed These cool late spring nights bringing respite From working days where some are stressed Too soon suns rays will show again his might For now leaving us with subtle mental energy And for a while sleep comfortable at night. Because finally the day is ending for me And it's been all and more I wanted it to be. ----- Thankful Times It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Staying like that a while as our friendship grew Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight And I fell even deeper in love with you. So life went on each day even more delights Where you became a treasure I guarded so well You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight Then in time you told me about your hell I will not step back, regardless of what exists You are evermore the lady I now know so well. Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed. ----- Will You Will you remember me, as you grow old, As a loving memory of sweet yesterday Or another photograph, once framed in gold? If we came face to face, what would you say? Would you notice the stars shining in my eyes, Or just smile at me and go on about your way? Would we recapture all of yesterdays sighs, Remembering the passion on moonlit nights, Or just daydream still while wondering why? Pretending not to care wishing it to be right Even closing my eyes and wishing on a star Do I need forgiving, perhaps I just might? My sensitive heart now forever holds a scar You're just a memory, I'm watching from afar. back to list |
Leny RooversAs evening sky glows soft in shades of peach, a far-off plane climbs through her pastel bands; she blushes pink, when touched by wings' wide reach. A last embrace of sun draws purple strands across the sky, now dressed in paler tones, while night envelops her in his cool hands. Wind brings a pearl-grey blanket as he moans; exhaust of a new plane draws golden lines- I think of falling stars, as day atones. Each finely pencilled line is heaven's sign of light within the darkest hour of night; sent down from high above, from spheres divine. Tall branches slowly dance, stirred by wind's breath, while in the western sky, today finds death.. ----- First Snow Within thick layers of pregnant, heavy clouds, November sun still sleeps on Sunday morn; angels are waking up, remove night's shrouds. They fluff up pillows, one of those is torn and on the world below, fresh snowflakes fall, as soft as angels' feathers, they adorn dull autumn grey, with sparkles that enthrall. The world is slowly painted white, trees' leaves bend with the weight as snow on earth still sprawls. Birds have stopped feeding, hide under the eaves and watch how growing flakes drape caps on crowds of playing children, scooping snow on sleeves. Beneath thick layers of snow producing clouds, folks are laughing as crystals replace shrouds. ----- Hazy Shades In winter winds can warmth of spring be far, as snowflakes dance on air in morning light, the gasp of frost released an icy star. The fields lie quilted 'neath the powdered white, its beauty taking breaths of mist from me, a veil of wonder greets the solstice sprite. The Earth is dressed in winter drapery, from stump and stack to heavy laden limb, where birdsong echoes from the vale and tree, to smoky clouds from chimneys softly skim, with footprints stepping through this white domain the chitter-chat flows from the cottage rim. For destiny awaits my lady Jayne, beyond ice glaze of window's frosty pane. ----- Obscuring the Light Dark forces threaten to put out world's light, installing fear and mistrust in our minds; with eager fingers, shadows spread more night. In blind attack man's sanity unwinds- as children cry and women die, flames roar; we watch the fallen bodies, left behind. Black hands of killers shroud life we adore, in sheets of ugly fanaticism's deeds, while freedom is cut down in bloodied gore. Vile acts of murder breed like crawling weeds across most continents, extend their blight- the world needs love, to neutralize bad seeds. As shadows try to strangle just that love, the souls of fallen victims rise above. ----- Reflection Within the vastness of my silent mind I listen to your name and feel its beat. In rhythm with my breath, it's you I find- in quiet solitude I am complete. It's like a balm on a before sore wound, when thoughts and worries finally retreat. Your silence keeps my inner ears attuned; in harmony I take your offered hand and step by step, mind's garden thus is pruned. The clarity you give helps understand why patterns of my life sometimes repeat; remaining in your peace loosens tight bands. Within the vastness of my silent mind, in rhythm with my breath, it's you I find. ----- Weaving With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth, into my softest skin- in patterned themes; on love's pure loom I redesign my troth. From each bright band of rainbow's coloured beams, I'll take a strand to twine around heart's strings- in shining cords of constant, living dreams. From filaments of both our souls' white wings I'll weave the finest down into love's mould- and dusk's pink cloud, I'll spin in magic rings. Clear crystal of wept tears will mark each fold, translucent as thin wings of newborn moths; cloth's borders I will seam with leaves of gold. With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth- on love's pure loom I've redesigned my troth. ----- You XXII You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You smile in tall white clouds above dark grey; You are the wind that blows away my fears. To you I'm coming home at end of day, in you I am reborn on peaceful shore- with you my flowers shine in love's bouquet. I see you in birds' flight on highest soar, I hear you in merle's song before night falls; I feel your soothing arms in dreams' rapport. Each day you answer to my every call, my ears have grown attuned to hear your spheres- together we'll dissolve that final wall. You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You are the wind that blows away my fears. ----- You XXIII You are fresh water when my throat is dry and you're the juicy sweetness in each fruit; You are the vastness of a clear blue sky. You are in towering clouds as storms pursuit and you're in crystal snowflakes' magic fall; You are the guide who knows the safest route. In trusting you, I'll follow when you call, You help me listen to that inner voice, You show the path that leads beyond mind's wall. In you I realize my final choice, let go of life's attachments without sighs- you bring acceptance, in which I rejoice. You are the moon that lights my darkest night, Your peaceful sight removes each nightmare's fright. back to list |
Nia WynneIt is the dream that makes thankful our soul For golden moments of burning thoughts told Meaning nothing other than to extol For sun filled days that come to let unfold New beginnings, new life, new dreams, new themes, All within our minds, becomes whats beheld. New moon signals times we must have new schemes Undertake the path that lets our walk weave A tapestry of landscapes by fleme... Perchance we'll change from blue to green, like leaves On the branches, across our paths stroll, Hearthrug of comfort and luck, we believe It is the dream that makes thankful our soul Meaning nothing other than to extol. You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You are the wind that blows away my fears.. back to list |
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